( semi-open ) love is a many splendored thing

[samlicker81]

Who: Everyone who signed up for SHIPPING
Where: All around Wonderland! See below for specific locations.
When: Tuesday, September 9, evening
Rating: PG13 just to be safe, but if anything gets steamy (she hopes it does), I can up the rating.
Summary: Becky sets Wonderlanders up on blind dates. Also, will be image heavy.
The Story:

You receive a letter under your door sometime on the afternoon of Tuesday, September 9. This letter will be addressed to you in fancy script (Becky's best attempt at calligraphy) from a "secret admirer." You might be wondering, but it isn't February! What's with all the romantic nonsense? Well, my good friend, romance can be celebrated on more than just one day out of the year. That day happens to be today. The letter will ask you to meet your secret admirer at 6PM at a designated location. You'd best not be late! A night of romance (and perhaps even intimacy) awaits you! At least, she hopes so...

Comments

[honesta]

[ Elijah almost looks amused at the idea of Dean trying to skin him. He wouldn't get far before he plucked the young man's heart from his probably dirty chest. He was a killer, but killing needlessly wasn't something he did. He just hoped that Jo could contain her very volatile friend to spare them all the unwanted blood shed.

He's probably not helping the situation with how smug he looks right now. Smug and not even the least bit intimidated by Dean Winchester and his silly behavior. He really was lacking in the manners department. Someone had certainly dropped the ball with this young man. He was lacking. Obviously very delusional as well. Elijah had been seconds from snapping his neck that night with very little effort and here he was again. Trying to throw this nonexistent weight around. ]

Maybe you should take a walk, Dean. Jealousy can be a very fickle mistress. I don't believe you'd honestly want to do something you might regret come morning.

[ Oh. So damn smug and not even the least bit ashamed. Fortunately for Elijah it actually sounds like genuine concern for Dean and less like he's taunting the young man. Which he is. Because he just makes it so easy. Elijah takes a moment to button his jacket and adjust the cuffs of his suit jacket. ]

We don't need to throw any punches in front of Joanna.

[ganking]

[ somehow, miraculously, dean doesn't end up throwing a fist at jo despite her barging in between them. instead, he manages to pull it back, the action coming to a violent, staggering halt with dean pressed back a few steps. and instead, she's there now, all prettied up and angry between them in her stupid yellow dress, with dean wanting to throw her out of the way. wanting to shake the obvious answer into her because she has to know what the fuck she was dancing with not two seconds ago.

both of them throwing words of jealousy at him is an attack on something else entirely, and only fuels the fire to see elijah dead. but before that... the words are snapped at her hard, eyes livid as he finally glares right back at her, no one left ignored. ]

He's a goddamn monster, Jo, and you were-- what, playing princess with him?

[ as if that wasn't bad enough, dean's snapping his glare back at elijah again, the name joanna rolls off elijah's tongue with too much ease and familiarity, sparking what might actually be closer to jealousy by now than dean cares to admit. that's not the issue here though, no, if jo had been dancing with anyone else -- aside from the obvious candidates on dean's list of unapproved dates for jo™ -- he would have left her be. but not with him, not when it's some freak of nature with his arms around her.

not with a monster. ]

You get the hell out of my way so I can end this right here and now--

[ sorry, jo, prepare to be shoved aside again harshly, with dean bodily attempting to pass her in favor of getting at elijah, who is gonna need a whole lot more than just some readjustment of his cuffs and buttons. ]

I ain't gonna regret any of this if it means ganking you.

[lightgunhustler]

[Size wins out this time around and he manages to shove her out of the way, forcing a clear path between himself and Elijah, but like hell Jo is going to let that stand. She's not stopping to think about what Dean's saying, not really processing any of it, but her temper flares as he barrels forward to-- who knows what. Something stupid, that's for damn sure.

It's not even about Elijah. She doesn't even know him; they've had all of ten minutes to talk and while it's been pleasant, the issue here is that Dean has gone off the deep end, letting his anger get the better of him-- kind of like she's just about to let hers get the better of her.]

Dean!

[She swings hard, aiming precisely for the bridge of his nose in a move that's reminiscent of their first meeting.]

Pull yourself together!

[She moves to shove him again -- one good turn deserves another, after all -- prepared to take another swing if he starts to retaliate. If he wants to throw punches tonight, she'll gladly oblige.]

You're not ganking anyone, you're just being a jackass! Just because you don't like someone doesn't make them a monster-- [All she can think of is the way he talked about Tom, the way he'd threatened to murder Tom without giving her the opportunity to explain, to tell him why that wasn't the way to handle things.] You need to stop this. You can't keep going around attacking anyone and everyone because you've got an itchy goddamn trigger finger!

[She reaches to grab him by the front of his shirt, glaring up at him, the size difference between them almost comical in that moment, especially with her stuck there in this dress she'd really rather be without.]

There is nothing happening in this room that warrants this. Nothing. If you're going to be an asshole, then go do it somewhere else-- I'm done with you jumping down my throat and out my ass because you think you need to play hero, when all you're really doing is being a damn bully. That's not the Dean Winchester I know, so you'd better find him real fast, because I'm sick of whoever this is.