26 July 2010 @ 01:33 pm
 
WHO: The Shifter & You. Yes, you.
WHEN: An ambiguous time that feels like a few hours but will, in fact, be the 24-ish hours 'til plot's end.
WHERE: [See NOTES]
WHAT: The house chases The Shifter.
WARNINGS: Language, violence, disturbing images, etc.

NOTES: Everyone in the house (including Castiel and Annie) has perhaps fallen asleep. The dream resembles reality, or vice-versa. You're not entirely sure. Wounds sustained in whatever this is will hurt and act as real wounds; weapons used will work properly, etc. People can form one large group or multiple smaller groups.

You will be encountering nightmares. These will be of your own devising and not The Shifter's direct creation, so please play them out within your group(s) and try to balance and mix multiple peoples' nightmares together (ie Owen might appear alongside Alastair in an empty school hallway, or you might find yourselves in Hell alongside Michael with key!Dawn trying to help you out). Please recall there are other monsters if you care to use them.

The Shifter will enter when he is found (yes, he will be found).. but that means that it's up to the players to get through at least one round of nightmares. A tip: work together! Please also be mindful of other peoples' activity and either break into groups based on that OR be patient. No one should be left out. If you break into groups, every group will get a Shifter and it will be up to you guys to figure out which is The Shifter.


tl;dr Work together, have fun, create your own nightmares and I'll torment you near the end with The Shifter.
 
 
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[identity profile] mulletrockking.livejournal.com on August 1st, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
Dean ripped his gaze from his demon self at the sound of Sam's voice, pushing down the tab on the canister of salt. Sam (well, okay, and Rose, too, he supposed) showing up just complicated the entire situation by about a million, considering there was enough salt left in the canister to make a demon sneeze, and he and Cas had that one little milk bottle of holy water between them. He didn't miss the shotgun Rose was packing, though, and his gaze lingered on it a moment, before snapping back to Alastair and the laughably demonic version of himself.

But the truth of it was, that gun wouldn't do a damn thing against either demon in the room unless it was packing rock salt. And even then...It wouldn't do much.

"Well. I dunno about you guys, but this feels a little like deja vu. And as touching as this little reunion is, I'm pretty sure one of you's dead and one's not real. So let's just get this over with so we can find the real man behind the curtain."
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[identity profile] doubtheaven.livejournal.com on August 1st, 2010 04:16 am (UTC)
"You should learn to have a little patience, Dean." Alistair gave Dean an amused smirk. "But if that's what you want." They were all getting a little tired of running around in circles, weren't they. Alistair walked up to Demon-Dean, who looked over at Sam.

Demon-Dean smiled, his black eyes staring straight at the younger brother. "See you soon, Sammy. If you get hungry, don't forget to eat something." The smile grew wider. Alistair walked up behind the other demon and grabbed him by the hair. His curved knife slashed right across the Demon-Dean's throat and blood spurted out before he crumpled to the floor. Where he fell, the blood began to pool. It grew larger slowly, as if it were eating away the carpet. It dissolved the circle of salt when it touched it and climbed up the walls. The blood was so dark red it appeared black, and then the world seemed to dissolve and change again.

[ooc: Let's all hop into the final thread instead, huh? XD;]
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