+ 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!

Comments

[goesdown]

"I've never had many people, either." He eyes the false Dean, wondering how long before that crumbles, too.

"Truthfully, sweetheart, there wasn't much beyond you until I came here." Wonderland changed things. He's met people--wonderful people like Clara and River and Martha--and maybe most of them aren't here anymore, but he remembers them here.

[first_demon]

"I guess this place has given you a chance to have a different kind of life." Lilith said with a small shrug. "Maybe that is reason enough to stay. Hope, I've found, is a powerful thing. I haven't had much of it in my life, but I've seen it in humans." More specifically in Sam when he was killing her.

"I'd board up the door and not let anyone else in. Your memory could be used against you in the wrong hands." And she didn't want to see him hurt.

[goesdown]

He purses his lips and then breaks into a small smile. "I think I'll manage. What are they going to do? Tease me to death?"

It would be a lie to say that he had no feelings where Dean is concerned, but it's not as if he'd take a proverbial bullet for the man. A real one, sure, but bullets can't kill Crowley.

[first_demon]

"I don't see that working. You've withstood my quips for centuries." She steps closer, grinning at him in amusement. "And with that sass of your own, I don't think the Winchesters stand a chance."

Lilith gave a shrug, giving Dean a shove to try and knock him back. He remained in place, not noticing her efforts.

[goesdown]

"No, they're not nearly as creative as you are, sweetheart." He grinned at her. "I'll be alright. We both will be."

He has to believe that, of course. There's no other option, really. They're both strong because they have to be and they've learned to be out of necessity. That's life. The strong survive.

[first_demon]

She leaned close to him and cupped his cheek, giving him a fond grin. Her anger tempered and soothed by Crowley, as it always was.

"I better get back to my room before someone else decides they want in." She wasn't particularly worried, but she couldn't look at Dean Winchester and Crowley anymore. "Pay me a visit sometime, darling."