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[curseshit]

You broke the curse! Or well, the weird spanish guy doing magic is on that right now, finishing it up, but the group should be fine. Or fine and fine.

The townsfolk is as confused as you are. Some of them have been under the spell for years. The guards are giving up their weapons as they realize they don't want to fight for this guy. It was all for the money. He used them. If you want to question him while he's still alive you better keep him safe inside the church.

[ mission: deal with the post-traumatic stress. ]

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[sawedoff]

[tucks chin against chest and tries not to laugh at his ruffled feathers but fails. at least he manages to keep it mostly under his breath]

Hey, unbunch. At least it was "almost". Nick hooked up with barely legal. Like full-on, gonna need a rape shower hooked up. 'n I think Daniel made it with dough boy.

[not laughing. not. he is. he's laughing.]

[inenochian]

[ okay. okay fine his mouth is twitching. are you seeing this
you did this. ]

I. May have accidentally borne witness to the former. [ that alley was not as dark as "rita" thought. ]

[sawedoff]

You're a freak, you know that? [still pretending he's not finding endless joy in their misery, but his shoulders are kinda shaking with repressed laughter. makes a quiet little huh noise as his amusement settles down] Y'like to get your voyeur on whether you remember or not?

[least he'll get something out of this mess. the memories of their horrible, horrible secrets that they managed to get up to in like, what, a day. you guys are all seriously soap opera rocking this town. he'll also aggressively repress most of his own involvement thanks]

[inenochian]

[ Angel of the Sassy Eyeroll. ]

What part of "accidentally" did I mispronounce?

[ has himself a seat in one of the pews, still not melding to it and kicking up feet the way a person would. he's perfectly comfortable to say sitting up iron-bar straight with his elbows in. ]

[sawedoff]

The part where you have a track record for getting your rocks off at the peep show.

[don't think we all don't know, mr i watch you sleep. angel my ass, you pervert. raises eyebrows at him and uncrosses his ankles to push off and take a seat on the pew in front of him, hooking an elbow over to half-way face him as he checks his watch. not that it helps, just. habit.]

We should probably do something with uh, duke over here.

[he's not talking which makes him useless. still iffy on the ganking him front even though he probably deserves. too bad the police suck, can't make him their problem]

[inenochian]

[ torn, so torn. he could let dean's teasing get to him (like he always does) and argue, or he could try a different approach. ]

[ sits back into the slats of the wooden pew, chin tilting up as he just levels dean with an assessing look. a head to toe sweep of a look. a maybe i am a pervert, what are you going to do about it look. ]

[ still blatantly objectifying him when he starts talking again. oh. are we back to caring about the guy we have locked up in the transept office. ]

...About that. I did have an idea.

[sawedoff]

[whatever gets him out of the teasing gone wrong]

[draws eyebrows and leans back a little at the angelcruise but lets it go with a clear of this throat, glances over at the door where their npc third wheel is cooped up]

Lay it on me then.

[inenochian]

[ stands up from the pew and heads toward the tabernacle, popping open the little golden lock with a fingertap to then remove the bottle from inside of it. it's, surprise, a bottle of apfelwein. ]

[ holds it up and gives it one little wiggle. do you follow me. ]

[sawedoff]

Put him under?

[if he has the decency to feel bad for considering it it doesn't show. in fact he kind of smirks to himself at the fact that cas seems to have gone to the same place he was headed. nothing like a taste of your own medicine]

Well, karma's a bitch. [that's an a-okay from him. nods at office. you can do the honors, blushing bride]

[inenochian]

[ kind of considers the bottle's label, lips twitching at the corner again. twice in one scene, this is shooting for a record. ]

[ uncorks the bottle and heads for the office door, looking back over his shoulder at dean. you sure you don't want to come hold him down. maybe waterboard him with the cider first. ]

[sawedoff]

[the family that tortures together stays together? nah, he'll pass this round, he got his licks in when he beat him unconscious. go for it, skippy]

[hauls himself up when he disappears into the office to wander outside, holding a hand over his brow to look for any sign of disappearing act struggling parent. he doesn't think the guy has it in him to backstab, but he's been known to peg a dude wrong here and again]

[inenochian]

[ it's only a few minutes until he comes outside, trailing after like an awkward duckling. too little time for there to have been any really involved torturing going on in there, which means the duke got off too easy for the almost-married-to-an-abomination thing. ]

[ pours out the unused half of the bottle into the dirt. ]

[sawedoff]

[glances over at him and the waste of good cursedrank before dropping his hand away]

You kept him hogtied though. Right?

[deserves that much. let him stew. besides, he needs to stretch his legs. tired of babysitting duty. i wanna go look for my stuff. clara's taking forev]

[inenochian]

[ yes it is a pity about the booze. ]

And gagged. His voice is particularly grating.

[ has spent the last several days coatless. it feels inherently wrong. ]

[sawedoff]

[you wanna talk about wrong. he looks like a chippendale dancer]

Ah, someone'll find him sooner or later. [not even bothered. nods for him to follow as he sets out down the street, leaning into the occasional window to look for any sign of their swag] He can sit tight. I feel naked without my guns.

[aint right. not to mention his clothes. cellphone. anything.]

[inenochian]

[ chippendale dancer is not

not what comes to mind first for cas but maybe that's an issue of exposure. not torn up about his own suspenders and waistcoats scenario, since they've been functional and comfortable. just not a proper coat. a flappy coat. a coat that means business. ]

...And the map. [ and your notebook. ]

[sawedoff]

Yeah. [the fact that it's last says enough. stops short of marge's place, door half-open and leans in to see past the piles of hoarder junk. can hear clara and hel chatting it out inside, glances to him before shouldering door open and stepping over a pile to go see what the hold up is]