Christmas isn't a season.

[thecourier]

Who: Dan Palmer (thecourier), Nathaniel Howe (noble_son), Emiel Regis (mandrakes), AJ Crowley (saunteredvaguelydownwards), R (keephersafe), and maybe you!?!?! Special guest appearance by Mirror!Crowley (neversauntered).
Where: All over the mansion.
When: Ewaymas!
Rating: PG-PG13 unless otherwise specified.
Summary: Top levels/etc for all my people during Ewaymas. Open top-levels inside, closed top-levels happily available on request. Please contact me on hardtostarboard if you want something special!

Comments

[thecourier]

[Much like Doc, Dan is always armed. There's a magnum revolver at his hip, worn more out of habit than any intention to use it, but when he arrived he was far more heavily outfitted than he is right now.

In terms of wanting to be ready for anything, they think in a similar way.]

Got somethin' like zombies back home, but we call 'em feral ghouls. Used t' be human but got turned crazy by radiation. They'll attack anythin' that comes near 'em, 'cept each other. [He has wondered if that means they have some kind of recognition, if a warped one.]

Most 'a the difference is they can't turn y' into one of 'em by bitin' y'.

[wildwest]

We've got what we call revenants. They're... a particular breed, as damned as those doomed to hunt them are cursed. It's a nasty situation, and one that does not have a clear solution.

[ that's sufficiently vague, but while wyatt earp may have been his best friend and he might have had a hand in taking down more than a few of those outlaws that were now revenants, it wasn't his story to tell. that's wynonna's legacy, and while the earp name may not be recognizable across worlds, he isn't about to be the one to out her as one of wyatt's descendants when she aims to remain blissfully anonymous in that regard. ]

Bites just hurt like heck, then? [ heck. that would've been a lot more colorful if not for the forced censorship of ewaymas. ]

[thecourier]

Hurt as much as y'd expect. [He looks down at himself, idly pats one arm, then pulls the sleeve up on the other. In the meat of his forearm lie the silvery scars of an old wound - two semi-circular, irregular indentations.]

One of 'em almost took a chunk outta me once. Ain't the bite what gets y', in the end. It's the rads. They give 'em off like a stink.

[And if you get caught with a nasty, bleeding bite and a bad dose of radiation, you're lucky if you make it to medical attention alive.]

Hard t' remember they used t' be jus' like us.