+ Wanted to get it real home-like... +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: ANYT-- Friday, February 20 to Monday, February 23
Rating: An average PG-13? (Consider warning for explicit sexual or violent content in your thread's subject line)
Summary:
For the duration of this event each character will discover that their room has been replaced with one of their own memories, one that they find themselves particularly happy or "at home" in. More information can be found here.

This log is an opportunity for your characters to describe the memory playing in their room, so that other characters might visit, and watch the scene unfold. To help browse the collection better, please include your character's name, and their room number in the subject line (e.g. Seta Souji - 100, 6th floor) of your top-level comment.

Rooms/Comments may be locked to certain people, or be available for all to see & visit. Log participation is completely and entirely voluntary.

Have fun!

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[freewill]

From the looks of things, Castiel has been dragged into pointless dramatics. With Meg and Crowley both sniping at each other like children, he would rather abandon the room entirely. He's not sure what the point of any of this is, since it only seems to be making all of them miserable in their own specific way.

Miserable, and in Crowley's case, hateful. Castiel feels it surge up inside of him, so sudden that he might as well be choking on it. He shoots a glance at Meg and for a moment he wants nothing more than to turn her to dust. It's something that shines in his eyes until he gets himself under control and turns his back to both of them. That's not his desire, it's Crowley's.

"If you didn't want to talk about it, you wouldn't have invited me here. What were you hoping to prove?" Castiel's tone is steady, purposefully so. He's doing his best to make every fake emotion in him fade away. The last thing he would ever want is to feel anything that Crowley feels, and he can tell how unstable he is now, how he's fraying.

Castiel spins back toward him, using that earlier hate for a target that deserves it, unlike Meg. "I would suggest you remove yourself from this situation."

He hadn't realized just how far Crowley had fallen until now.

[meatsack]

Meg nods in understanding, catching on to the fact that the two of them are linked the way she seems to be with Klaus, who... well, he must be feeling a world of humiliation and deep, conflicting confusion. Being so vulnerable with the angel had been terrifying enough, she certainly didn't want to swap feelings with him. Especially when she probably understood better than most the levels of guilt he shouldered, after seeing him go completely unhinged over it.

She gets what's really going on, but that doesn't make such a threatening gaze from Castiel less unsettling. She almost looks wounded for a second, but sets her jaw and glares back, just as she would at Crowley. If looks could kill, she's fairly sure the entire immortal population of the room would be kicking the bucket regardless right about now, but thankfully, a little smoldering between angels and demons never actually hurt anyone, in theory.

"Yeah, what were you trying to prove, Crowley?" she chimes in, crossing her arms, obviously... completely... helping to resolve the situation. "Pretty sure he got the memo the first time we lived this." Her own sultry, flirtatious tone sets an uncomfortable background to the exchange, though it's just icing on the cake at that point.

[goesdown]

"Maybe I was just curious." Crowley's gaze is unflinching as he returns Castiel's look. It's not a lie, either. He really had wanted to know what Castiel would feel looking on this scene, though he's not entirely sure if his curiosity had been fueled more by sadistic or masochistic tendencies.

It seems that perhaps it's not just Dean who is more like Crowley than he likes to admit, but that Crowley is a bit more like Dean than he wants to be, self-destructive actions and all.

"Maybe I wanted to quiz you on all of your intimate details the way you did to me in my room." Because Crowley refuses to see Castiel's own room as intimate. That had been nothing and Crowley had left well enough alone. As usual, Castiel hadn't afforded him any such courtesy. He can't be surprised when Crowley lashes at him when he puts so much energy into cornering Crowley and fucking him over at every turn.

[freewill]

Curiosity is as good a reason as any, maybe. Crowley should have realized that it would backfire on him, though. All of them are uncomfortable now, and while Castiel refuses to turn tail and leave like some kind of coward, he would have rather Crowley kept his petty grudges in check.

That's far too much to ask of him, though.

It is true that Castiel had shown up in Crowley's room and more or less interrogated him on what he found there, but that's because it had involved Dean. And not just that, but Dean in demonic form. This, on the other hand, is nothing more than a personal moment between himself and Meg. Which is its own can of worms.

"Fine," Castiel replies, his stubborn streak kicking in as he settles his gaze on Crowley. Shoulders straight, he meets his challenge. "Ask away."

This is the exact opposite of what he wants, but he won't back down either.

[meatsack]

Meg raises a brow to the exchange regarding their individual rooms - neither of which she had bothered with - but holds her tongue. Her best bet here is to follow Cas' lead; turning things back on Crowley would have been her next move, anyway. She takes a seat opposite her memory self, one leg tucked beneath her and an ice cold, expectant look on her face.

"Yeah, fire away, Vidal Sassoon," she quips, pulling a flask out of her jacket and taking a sip. She wasn't exactly looking forward to the third degree, and she certainly wasn't looking forward to sharing whatever resemblance of a personal connection there was between her and Cas with Crowley of all people, but she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of squirming any more, either. He'd done that to her too many times already, and this was by no means a life or death situation.

sorry I lost the notif!

[goesdown]

Crowley smirks, far more careless than the feelings that he unfortunately knows Castiel is feeling from him. This is by far his least favorite event and that includes the one where a hellhound used his neck as a chew toy until he was well and truly dead.

He is bitter, though, and angry as hell about all of this, so he goes for a fire right below the belt.

"Does Dean know that you're cheating on him with a demon?" And then he turns to Meg. "And do you realize that if Dean asked him to, Castiel would probably rip off your head with his bare hands?"

[freewill]

Right now, Castiel may not be bitter despite being imbued with that emotion, but he is angry at Crowley for carrying on with this charade, and the urge to smite is stronger than it's been since most of his time here in Wonderland.

He lets out a breath, clenching his hands into fists and then releasing them as he reminds himself that obliterating Crowley simply because he's annoyed would make him no better than one of his older siblings.

The first comment he doesn't even address. He and Dean are not in any kind of situation where cheating would be a valid thing, and Crowley should know that, despite all his bad jokes. "Dean would never ask that of me, first of all," he snaps. If Dean were ever in a situation where he wanted to rip Meg's head off, he would do it himself. "And I wouldn't, even if he did."

Crowley can try to pit them against each other all he wants, but it won't work.

[meatsack]

Meg's jaw twitches as Crowley speaks and she fixes a malicious glare on him. The hell does this need to be so personal for, anyhow? She's about to snap at him when Cas answers, and shuts her mouth in favor of hearing the angel's response. She expression turns neutral as she watches him, and by the time he finishes speaking, she's looking back at Crowley with more than a hint of smugness coloring her features.

"It's not cheating if Dean's invited whenever he wants," she quips back, smirking, since the angel didn't address that first part. But hey, that's more her department, anyway. She knocks back another sip, gives him a pointed look, and drawls, "Next question?"

[goesdown]

Crowley knows he can't really get a fight out of this, but even a little doubt could be a powerful tool to lash out with and Crowley's feeling stung enough to attack. There is something interesting in there, though. Meg really doesn't know what string she's dangling for him.

"Does Dean know that he's invited? We should really make sure he knows where he's welcome."

He starts to pull out his phone. Just a quick text to his bestie.

[freewill]

Of course Crowley and Meg would choose that point to dwell on, even though it's maybe the least relevant to what's actually going on here. They're demons, though, and they seem to be drawn toward sexual innuendo like moths to a flame.

This is all posturing rather than anything real, but Meg's assertion that Dean is also "invited" to whatever imagined fling they're engaging in isn't exactly what Castiel expected to hear.

Crowley is calling his bluff, Castiel knows that, and yet it doesn't stop him from taking a sharp step toward him. "What are you doing," he demands.