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Sam Winchester ([personal profile] smartwinchester) wrote in [community profile] asgardmeridiem2014-10-03 04:41 pm
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i'm a hopeless wanderer;

Who: Sam Winchester [[personal profile] smartwinchester], Castiel [[personal profile] ofthursday], Ash [[personal profile] mullets], Jo Harvelle [[personal profile] swedge, and Daphne Allen [[personal profile] marrying].
What: Dai is an asshole and we all reclaimed our characters.
When: What day is it? WHATEVER DAY IT IS AT THIS MOMENT.
Where: The Roadhouse/en route to the Road House.
Rating: PG-13 probably because Sam's life is a nightmare.

Just make your thread headings, peasants.
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Ash n Jo Roadhouse Chums 4lyfe

[personal profile] mullets 2014-10-04 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It takes Ash an impressive amount of time (a full minute, to be precise) to realize and recognize where he is. You can hardly blame him; one minute you're hopping around looking for Ronnie Van Zandt's heaven, the next you're here. Ronnie Van Zandt never was into Norse mythology. Ash is certain that's more of a Zeppelin thing, and he's busy trying to figure out whose heaven this might be before he sees the bracelet and it hits him. He's back in Asgard.

That's all it really takes. He doesn't question it or get angry. He just shrugs, and not ten minutes later, he's sneaking through the window of the Roadhouse to curl up on a pool table.

You have a visitor, Jo. ]
swedge: (hunt ⇏ what the hell)

[personal profile] swedge 2014-10-04 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's packing, but that's fairly normal. after the roadhouse was turned into a supplies warehouse of sorts, it seems like that's all she's been doing. either it's packing up supplies for the other groups, reorganizing what is left of her own stock, moving the few things people have left behind that she's had to box up in the bar because there's no house left to go back to, it's always packing. packing is alright, she guesses, wrapping and rewrapping up things helps clear her head. it's better than trying to look out in the network, better than going out and being reminded, again, of who all isn't here.

she can lock herself in here and survive, and that's all it really comes down to now.

the clattering of someone getting a window open draws her attention, her hand on a pistol on her desk in her hand instantly (she's in the back, in the kitchen, and the sound is from the main area). with the gun drawn, she sneaks back into towards the door, pushing through with it up.

who the fuck would-

oh god. the gun lowers, her eyes wide. is she...seeing things? ]

A-Ash?

[ hey ash guess who hasn't slept in what looks like ten years. ]
mullets: (pic#5026127)

[personal profile] mullets 2014-10-07 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ash doesn't question much. He had assumed that if the Roadhouse was here and not covered in dust, Jo was still around and would find him in the morning. Seems he was off by a few hours. When he sees his old chum, he just grins. ]

Hey, Jo! Long time no see.

[ He sits up and squints at her. Somewhere beneath his lack of surprise, there's concern on his face. ] Damn. Maybe I ought to be offering you the pool table. You slept lately?
swedge: (hunt ⇏ what the hell)

[personal profile] swedge 2014-10-12 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she wants to punch him.

that's the first thought she has. followed soon by why the fuck didn't you come find me and how long???. but in spite of all of those perfectly good thoughts, jo is just sort of staring, not sure if she should trust what her eyes are currently viewing in front of her. ]

What... [ there's no way. but it's also ash, so really, she shouldn't be surprised at all. ]

How the hell did you get in here? [ didn't she board up those windows? ]
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[personal profile] mullets 2014-10-17 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course she wants to punch him. Everyone, at some point in their life, has probably wanted to punch Ash. It isn't necessarily that he's earned it, but something about being so chill all the time just makes a guy punchable.]

Window. You had a loose board. Figured I might as well let myself in and not bother tracking you down.

[ He grins and swings his legs over the edge of the pool table. He's up, he's up. ]

Why have you got the place all boarded up in the first place? Wait--wait. [ He holds up a hand. ] Don't tell me. Not seeing a lot of beer 'round here. War rations, am I right?
swedge: (sam ⇏ old times sake)

[personal profile] swedge 2014-10-22 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he does have a punchable face, yes, but jo gets special punching privileges. she had to use his pool table for storage. ]

A loose... [ her eyes go to the window, the hole, and she huffs. ] Shit, now I need to fix that too. Thanks.

[ but there's not as much bite to it, because ash is swinging his legs over the pool table and he's here and jo just kind of keeps staring. keeps trying to convince herself this is happening, he is back.

she opens his mouth to answer him before he holds up his hand, eyebrows shot up in waiting. then, when he gets to it, she just rolls her eyes. ]

You kind of missed everything. War rations, our exports and imports have been indefinitely put on hold. [ she waves her hand around like eh, details. ] I've got a stash in the back but that's it.
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