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Family Feud: The Supernatural Edition

Who: Closed to all Supernatural peeps as contestants! (Death, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Lucifer, Crowley, Balthazar, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Kevin Tran, Dick Roman, Meg, and any other castmate that has yet to respond. WE WANT YOU!) Anybody else that wants to be part of the audience, feel free to post in the audience section only c:
Where: Inside a fabulous TV wonderland of trivia, family bonding, and prizes
When: Sometime during the event
Rating: With this crowd? At least PG-13
Summary: Remember that program Family Feud? This is that, but Supernatural flavored. Categories are all based on sometimes fun and often tragic laced things from their universe. It's Hunters and Humans vs. Angels and Demons with a Leviathan judge and Death hosting. Welp....

The Story:

So Death wanted nothing to do with this event. Nothing at all. He kept to himself as much as he could. Remaining invisible as long as he pleased tended to keep him out of anything and everything. He was under the impression by now that he could avoid being sucked into whatever everybody else here was experiencing. Even for a thing like himself though, he supposed that this place had not had its fill with him. Successfully dodging most of the events, save for that annoying little shadow of his, was far too simple. No. Something truly awful was waiting for him and, little did he know it, but an entire group that he knew and tolerated in varying degrees.

He just so happened to be on his way towards the library when everything went dark. Somewhere in there, distinctly felt the presence of all of those individuals and he realized with seething disappointment that he was not going to escape this so easily and neither were any of them.

(ooc: Basically this is Death and every single person involved in this log walking into the library at the same instant and everything going black. Note: I personally started out with prose, but I have no problem whatsoever writing in action if that is the majority.)

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[This is the layout of the studio everybody will find themselves in. The names of families will be behind both sets of contestants. This is a Hunters and Humans vs. Angels and Demons deal, but feel free to come up with family names. Everybody will get a big 'ol gaudy nametag on their chest and a microphone in front of each of them. The sides will definitely be a little bit off, but this really isn't meant to be all that fair. At the center of it all is Death and he is in a cheap suit looking none too pleased.

This is the place where your characters get to wonder where the hell they are and I'm sure most have already gone through a few scenarios by now. Generally mingle here between your fellow friends, families, enemies, etc. before the game gets into full swing. And there is some sort of corny jingle playing.]

Death liked his suits as much as the next well-dressed being and that much would never change. There was something particularly grating on him that he held a microphone in his hand and standing behind a podium. If that was not enough, there was an entire studio of people cheering and just...this was one of those key moments where he would really like to obliterate this universe once and for all. Add in a little of that awful music to introduce a show and it was a recipe of everything Death despised. Going back to being completely solitary was not so bad when confronted with a live studio audience full of the most annoying little protozoa this side of this fake pocket universe. Looking down at his hands, he was definitely holding onto a set of notecards with worthless trivia on it.

He had been out of his box long enough to know where this was going. Everybody else was separated into two groups behind a longer set of podiums. Death did not have to turn, but he certainly did. Family Feud: The Supernatural Edition. Wonderful. He pursed his lips as he turned to face the still extremely irritating audience and gave the most fake looking smile he possibly could. If this was anything like those other events, he was just going to have to go along with it. Somebody was going to pay for this one way or the other.

By the time he was getting that annoying little introduction with him as the host, he was ready to smite everybody.

Balthazar doesn't like this situation at all. Any time a large group of people from his dimension gets together is bound to be volatile. (Hell, just two of them getting together was supposed to lead to Armageddon, right?) On top of that, Death doesn't look happy. At all. Balthazar slumps against the wall and tries to project, with body language, that this totally was not his idea.

Still, he recognizes they do have to go along with it, so after a moment he gives a weak smile and a small, uncomfortable wave at the 'studio audience'.

He's watched this show once or twice, at least. This can't end too badly, right?

...right? ~~Wrong.~~

This whole thing pretty much has 'Gabriel' written all over it. Except, strangely, it doesn't. The angel himself is none too pleased about this event, and the event's been joyfully annoying him at every turn with his own tricks. This show? It's the last straw, as far as Gabriel's concerned, in a series of last straws, and the stormy glint to his eyes says as much.

He's smiling, though, as he always does and gives the audience a cheesy two-gun salute. Only those who really know Gabriel — and they do seem to be chiefly here — can tell from his tense body language that he's anything but thrilled to be here.

Everybody looks vaguely -- or not so vaguely, hello Death -- pissed off, and Bobby's one of them. His particular type of grump is furrowed brow, jutted lip and arms crossed over chest while he scans the room with a mix of agitated confusion and incredulous nostalgia. This looks like one of those shows Karen used to watch.

What's really driving him nuts, though, is how silent everyone else is. Slouching, telling glances, forced smiles -- but not a damn one of them is saying anything.

So Bobby volunteers.

"Anybody want to tell me what the hell is going on?"

If he hadn't already suffered through somebody's messed-up TV Land, Sam would be more frazzled. Except he has, and so the younger Winchester stands near some of the people who likely won't try and kill him, arms crossed over his chest, casting the rest of the crowd that he (unfortunately) knows a scrutinizing look.

"I think it's Family Feud," he mutters in response to Bobby, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Yeah, this isn't going to end well.

"It's another of Wonderland's... uh, games. Mandatory participation, and all."

Sam's standing next to people who won't likely try and kill him, but Dean looks like he's likely to kill everyone. Yeah, he's watched enough daytime television to know exactly what this is, and he also knows exactly what this is. He's been wondering what kinda even this place was gonna hurl them into from the world they're from, and all things considered? This is probably one of the least deadly options. Probably. It's also probably one of the most annoying, and it's not any more fun the second time around.

"Great. Freakin' fantastic." He snarks it out darkly. "Because there's no way feuding families could go wrong or anything."

And if he's shooting Gabriel a look that's a little too pissed, well, sue him. We all know who's fault this is, don't we?

"I'd make some comment about how it could be worse, but that'd only jinx us." Jo is standing near Bobby and the Winchester brothers, her arms folded over her chest and looking incredibly unimpressed, same as most everyone else. Her rage level isn't quite as high as some of the others, but she's never cared much for the normal edition of Family Feud. This version?

This could only go poorly.

She catches Dean giving Gabriel a meaningful look and raises her eyebrows, also looking towards the archangel - though as far as she knows, he's nothing more than a Trickster. Come to think of it, this does have Trickster written all over it.

"Did you do this?" Be honest with her, Loki - if you're capable of it.

Screw all this polite conversation, quiet glares, and waves at the audience. John is down for none of it. In fact, the only good thing to come out of it is that he now knows a few more faces to hunt down later from their world.

He stands by Dean and quietly thinks that he should probably be standing next to Bobby because he will have to be restrained at some point.

That point may be right now.

"How d'we get outta here?"

That's the only thing that matters to him. He never watched this show, when he had time to kick back and relax he usually chose to spend it passed out drunk on the couch. But it's very obviously some kind of game show, and if he thought he hated those before -- well he's pretty damn sure he's going to hate them a hell of a lot more now.

Lots of death glares flying around today! Balthazar's not thrilled by how many of them seem to be directed at Gabriel. Just because he's done this kind of thing in the past...

repeatedly...

to more than one of those present...

Well, no one said you had to be rational when sticking up for siblings. "Does it look like this was his idea? No one's happy to be here. I think our host is evidence enough that this was Wonderland's idea."

Gabriel's glower could melt plastic, but he mostly saves it for the scenery and the phony audience. Everyone else gets a fake, simmering-under-the surface smile. Well, except for Balthazar. It's pretty touching — and kind of foreign — to have a sibling standing up for him.

"Do you people really think I could rope Death into this? I never knew you thought so highly of me. Or poorly."

Okay, so he could. But why would he want to?

He's about to make a comment about not being suicidal, but that fizzles out before it can get voiced. Nope. He's not going into that territory today, not with Lucifer here.

"I know some of you are new, but c'mon. You guys forgotten about all of the other nonsense this place throws at us?"

So Death is still not pleased with any of this. Besides being dragged off and shoved into a suit he did not particularly like, he is being surrounded by all of the others from his own world so to speak. Many of them caused enough trouble, particularly in the area of not being able to stay dead, but even he knows that none of them could have done this. Especially to him.

Ignoring the idiotic audience is one thing. He scoffs when he overhears all of this talk that it can possibly be Gabriel or Loki as he seems to enjoy being called.

"It is as he says: He did not do this. If he tried to do this to me, he would have been dead a long time ago."

That is the best kind of support to be expected from Death. It is no reassurance to anybody else, but he is not in the business of caring about that.

"Yeah, well, we're all still here," Bobby says, annoyance apparent. Considering the extensive cast he's facing, it boggles the mind that not one of them can just snap their fingers and get them out of here. "So how the hell do we get out?"

Because Bobby Singer is not playing Family Feud. You can't make him, Wonderland. (Too bad you can.)

[At this point, teams have been chosen and Death will approach anybody that looks like they want to go first on this team. First person that tags this/is decided on will be who he starts with. He is very grumpy and dislikes this all immensely. That annoyance anybody can see on his face. Feel free to comment on the answers that your fellow teammates make. It is okay if the other team makes a comment, but we will have to try and keep this as fluid and coherent as possible. The category will be mentioned in Death's reply to the first person here.]

Kevin doesn't want to go first, but he's doing that thing where he's watching too closely and putting out too much paying-attention-with-worry energy that it probably looks like he wants to go first, and sure enough, here comes Death. Death. Apparently, real actual Death in a person. Kevin looks frazzled; he doesn't like games, but he knows he can't leave either.

If he goes first he gets this over with, right? He takes a deep breath, but it doesn't seem to settle him any.

"Okay. I'm ready."

Death is really not into any of this. His smile is forced and instantly disappears the moment he approaches Kevin. The audience is cheering over the most minor of things, only quieting down when he opens his mouth to speak.

"I don't believe we have ever formally met, Kevin. I'd ask you to introduce yourself, but I really don't care."

The audience laughs as if this is absolutely hilarious. Death rolls his eyes and looks down at his cards. The categories, admittedly, are going to go over about as well as one would expect with a group such as this one. The number on the board may or may not be the actual number of answers available. This is Death's game after all.

"The category is going to be 'Bad Things That Happened Because Of Sam and Dean'. I'm sure you can think of something. A few seconds without a good enough answer and you earn a strike for your team. One response only then I pass it to the next person. Do not make me repeat any of that."

The board lights up behind the podium.

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"Uh..." Kevin's mind jumps to his mom dying, but no, he blames himself for that. Channing? No. Crowley possessing his mom? No, not really.

"Me becoming a prophet." They'd broken open the Leviathan tablet, right?

Kevin doesn't exactly know about a lot of the other things that they've done; he spent a lot of his time locked in that house boat and he wasn't really into conversation or chatting. He doesn't really think that'll be on the board, but he wants his turn to be over already, and he doesn't like having to answer this at all. It's weird to have to when he's on the same team as them, and he's forgiven them.

Death waits without making a sound, calmly observing all that he can read off of the other. Kevin's mind is wandering. He can tell that without anything extraordinary from his senses. He gives a sort of small smile at that reply. It certainly is a fact, isn't it? No matter how small, it is indeed something that happened because of them.

Then again, what is there that exists that has not been a reaction to that catalyst? The audience is whispering, a few of them even clapping, as he turns towards the board.

"Some resentment in there over that one. It is indeed a loaded category. You learn so much about each other that way. Show me something akin to Kevin becoming a prophet."

The very bottom lights up and turns over. It reads simply 'Kevin'. The audience breaks into uproarious cheers and Death is a step closer to smiting the room. Still he pushes on.

"Close enough for the judge it seems. So few points it will actually count for though. Next?"

He will wait for the next unlucky contestant.

[ooc: You are free to have a reaction to this, Kevin, even if the next person steps up c:]

[Same deal as before except this will start with team 2. First person that posts is the one that decides to go first. Death is not quite at that stage of being completely pissed off, but it is growing.]

"All right, I'll bite." Balthazar sighs and steps up, volunteering. "The sooner this is done with, the better."

After a pause, he forces a smile and leans on the podium. "I mean, I'm thrilled to be here. You're taller in person than I expected!"

"That's the spirit."

Death says this in a semi-irritable way, another raucous of laughter and clapping clouding the air after their exchange. Volunteers are volunteers and that does indeed get the ball rolling to end this charade all the more quickly. He approaches Balthazar with his cards held up and a forced interested tilt of his head.

"And the height thing never gets old. Perhaps I should acquire a new look after so many millenniums have passed."

More laughter ensues and Death's grip on the cards tightens.

"Balthazar, your category is 'The Names of those that underestimated the Winchesters'. One answer then I move onto the next. Simple, yes?"

"Classic looks are best," he says without missing a beat, but it's a somewhat mechanical joke thanks to a rush of anxiety. Balthazar feels fortunate to have gotten off on the right foot with Death here, so far. Hopefully this fiasco won't ruin that.

As the audience laughter dies down, he scans down the line of his teammates briefly. The question makes him refocus though. "These are rather pointed categories, aren't they?" The observation pops out before he can help himself.

Thus far, he hasn't taken personal offense at the game, but he's keenly aware that he's sharing a team with a few of the potential answers here. Is diplomacy or accuracy better here? After a half-second's delay he opts for long-term caution: "Lilith."

"So you noticed."

That is Death's simple answer to noticing what these categories are called. He has been known to shift through them for the best ones. There is not really a category he can choose from that will not be awful to any of them. Good thing for Death that he flat does not care.

He mulls over that answer as the audience claps in approval. Yes. In this version of Family Feud, the audience definitely knows the whole story here and reacts accordingly.

"Lilith...not a bad answer. Perhaps not the first name that came to mind."

Death's banter is as light-hearted as it can be given his irritation over all of this. He turns to the board then back to Balthazar.

"Let's see Lilith."

Though not the top choice, it is certainly not the last. The audience claps in approval and Death shrugs his shoulders.

"Better start than the other team."

[ooc: Feel free to respond to this if you want c: Even if the next contestant responds.]

Gabriel heaves himself to his feet. Yeah, okay. If Wonderland wants to play, he can play. Of course, he can think of quite a few answers and... yes, at least one of them is here. But he's on okay, not great, terms with that answer, and so like Balthazar he sweeps his mind for a better one.

"All right, all right. I've got one."

Try harder, Wonderland, his tone seems to be saying. It's all very annoying, but not quite into nosebleed territory yet.

"Azazel."

Sticking to demons just seems safer... even if a relative of his is here.

Death turns his head towards Gabriel when he steps forward. He must be extra annoyed with all of this still given that this is his doing a majority of the time with anything akin to a game show. As Death mentioned before, he knows for certain this is not the work of an archangel. This does not mean that Death will go easy on him all the same.

His lips quirk at that response.

"Going the safest route by choosing yet another demon? Perhaps you are hoping not to offend. Judging by the crowd with us today, that is a valid assumption."

As per usual, Death turns to face the board. As it happens, Azazel is a little higher up on that list than Lilith is. He turns back with something akin to a smirk on his lips.

"Look at that."

The audience cheers as he awaits the next ~~victim~~contestant.

(ooc: As before, feel free to reply if you want even if the next one replies c:)

[Same deal as before. Pick out a started and Death will give you a category.]

So, okay, after watching two rounds of this he's pretty sure everyone else sucks at this game.

Also the categories friggin' blow. Still, he tilts his head and steps up, wrapping his knuckles on the table. He shoots Death a tight smile. "Bring it on, big daddy."

The audience laughs, and he turns to shoot them a charming wave. Might as well ham it up, huh?

Death really wants to murder Dean right now. He certainly does have that ridiculous thing that these protozoans called charm practically oozing off of him if that audience if anything to speak of. He narrows his eyes at Dean before that really fake smile briefly ghosts over his face. As he smiles very little, it is quite unpleasant.

"Always annoyingly clever, Dean. Big daddy is going to pick out a special card just for you."

The audience cheers in response, some whispering excitedly. If this is Death's show then everybody knows how irritable he is right now. Dean being here is just the icing on the cake. Shuffling through his cards, he stops on one and leans forward.

"Your category is the 'People That Died Too Soon'. People can extend to not people. This should be a category near and dear to your heart, yes?"

The audience quiets down until a pin could have been heard dropping. Don't worry, Dean. The categories he has for the other side can be just as biting.

Ah, hell. It's kind of a loaded question, isn't it? A glance at his own team and then one of Team Angel, and at least half of the population died too damn soon. He could rattle off a list right now, but that ain't how the game's played. Instead, he just clears his throat and ducks his head with some amount of shame.

"...Jo."

Always loaded questions here, Dean. The majority of the teams here are supposed to be dead and gone. Death still finds that to be an irksome thing, but he declines to mention anything. Admittedly that shame he sees is somewhat comforting. No...it completely is given this situation. Not even comforting so much as karma as humans would call it. Cathartic.

He waits a bit before he goes to reply.

"Ah, yes. That one impacted you more than most. You can try to deny that if you must, but I would not bother."

He turns towards the board more out of habit than anything else and it lit up rather highly up there. Unlike some of the other boards, this one can hardly be measured by points.

"Rather high up there. I'm sure Jo appreciates that answer."

Not that he personally cares. It supposedly makes for good programming and it should here in this idiotic world. The audience is clapping and he takes that opportunity to await the next one to step forward.

(ooc: Feel free to respond regardless if the next person goes. You may or may not wish to react c:)

[Same stuff, but with a Death that looks like the room should be imploding in on itself. His replies will become more and more snarky and derogatory to a degree...more so than usual or the same guy? You decided.]

[Head to head. Unlike the other rounds, feel free to have your characters shout out an answer for the questions in their respective threads. It would be easier to keep Team 1 answers to one subthread and Team 2 to another subthread. Wait. You mean we're not going to have the winning team be the only one in the lightning round? This is not your average game of Family Feud. Death does not care and he wants to see you all suffer.]

[A winning team will be chosen and the losing team gets to possibly be in a Leviathan's stomach. Seems pretty par for the course in terms of ways to die where they come from.]

[This is where anybody that happens to stumble on this scene will end up that is not part of the Supernatural universe. Feel free to make comments. Enjoy yourself. Any of the participants can reply back to you if you happen to want to heckle somebody up there. Death certainly will not stop anybody unless they are putting a real delay in getting this over with. ]

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Family Feud: The Supernatural Edition

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Round 2: Starts with Team 2

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Round 4: Starts with Team 2 again

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