taxonomites | 030: [Location: Buffy's castle/ Accidental Visual] we're not in Hell anymore, Toto--

Every morning, Dean Winchester awakes to the smell of fire and brimstone and rotting flesh, the sounds of screaming and pleading, the sight of things so gruesome the human mind couldn't even begin to imagine them. He takes his morning walk, and then goes to his office, where he starts his work. It's not pleasant work, not by any means, but he does get enjoyment out of coaxing whimpers out of those who are sent to him. He always gets the most stubborn souls, you see.

This morning, he wakes up in an entirely different place. Even as a demon, Dean Winchester hates to wake up in a place he doesn't know.

He doesn't think, just rolls out of the bed he's in and heads for the door (where the hell is he, a castle?), immediately getting lost. This is around the point that the tablet turns on, showing Dean wandering the castle with a rather lost look on his face-- lost, but irritated.

In fact, at one point, when he opens a door and it leads to a room that has nobody in it, people watching the tablet may see a flash of black in Dean's eyes. It's gone a second later, though. Must have been a trick of the light?

[ooc: Dean's glitch! Go go go~]

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Buffy is walking to the kitchen from her room. All signs point to 'coffee trip', given the fact that her hair is of the slightly bedhead variety and she's wearing a robe. Obviously the thing she needs right now, after just waking up, is demon Dean. Or, more specifically, almost walking into demon Dean.

"Oh, hey Dean," she half-smiles apologetically, and a little sleepily. Noticing the slightly odd lost/irritated expression, she adds, quickly. "Are you okay?"

Double your Summers, double your fun? Dawn will just be wandering into the kitchen now, still half asleep and in pajamas. Her hair is smushed on one side, which is clearly a sign not all is well.

"Morning, Dean." She yawns widely, rummaging through the freezer for ice cream while still leaning sleepily against the wall. "If I promise to stop telling you crack is whack, will you make me eggs?"

"Think your tablet got switched on," Max says to the vision of Dean that's popped up on her tablet. She doesn't seem to have noticed the flash of black, instead she's bent over, zipping up her boots.

Drusilla didn't make a habit of leaving her dungeon during the day. She didn't trust the false sunlight any more than she trusted the bracelet on her wrist or the people who had pulled her here. But the footsteps of the little Slayer ghosts - echoes of the battles that had been fought here, before Taxon - that haunted the walls were making it impossible for her to sleep. They'd been restless ever since the true Buffy, her Buffy, had arrived.

She stepped out into the hall, running a hand over the brickwork and feeling the pulse of the stones. Something was here. Or a someone. Not right, though. Wrong enough to fight with.

The Slayer ought to be more careful with her invitations.

A half-awake captain made his way down one of the many long halls of the castle, bound for a wing that had a hatch, in need of something to eat on this fine morning and not in the mood to put fourth the effort to make something. While things between himself and Buffy have been mended, Kirk's not yet warmed up to the season and the fact that his twenty-sixth birthday is less than a week away isn't brightening his spirit any. If anything, it's darkening it. But, the issues he has have nothing to do with the people here and he's done well so far-- snapping at Buffy after a mistletoe glitch run-in with an already glitching Uhura aside-- with keeping that anger and frustration separate.

Spotting Dean, he pauses. Kirk doesn't really know the guy all that well, but he can't help but speak up. The guy seems...lost? Odd, considering Dean's lived in this castle a lot longer than he has.

"Get turned around?"

Mary thinks that if she lived in a castle, she would be as confused as her son looks when the tablet shows her an image of him wandering around. He has perfect timing though; she's baking muffins, and had planned on telling him to bring some over to his new home. She has a tendency to make more than she needs of, oh, everything. It might have something to do with the son who has a bottomless pit for a stomach.

"Morning," she smiles, giving him a cheerful greeting to match her good mood. She hasn't been in touch with anyone who might make her artificially happy, but the holiday season has done a lot to lift her spirits. "You look like you're lost. Take a wrong turn somewhere?"

Edited 2010-01-02 02:37 (UTC)

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[ location: buffy's castle ] i should've tagged this days ago, curse you irl.

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