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186th Page
(April 19th)
(plot post )
Good job, you found the machine. It's not so simple as turning a lever, but you're getting there. You know it runs, but you should clean out all the animal bones from the gears before moving forward. The sun is setting in the abandoned city. While a few brave souls step forth to do the dirty work, how about the rest of you enjoy the last of each other's company and try not to cry or whatever.
[Mission: Clean the machine and give it a go.]
(plot post )
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[ we've gone through so much together. fuck u dean. ]
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[heads over to stand by the doctor]
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[ goes over to the 'opt out' area. bye. ]
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[ maybe starting to get the concept of personal space, a touch too late. ]
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Last call for alcohol, dude. You sure?
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[that's your emotional goodbye cowboy]
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Oh, he's sure. He knew from the beginnning.
What about your family, mate?
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[ goes back. waffling harder than ihop. ]
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[ lmfao you're killing me. ]
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[ did you know it's really dangerous to travel interdimensionally with an erection. dangerous, bo. ]
[ now he's blushing in the bg while august breakfasts, thank. ]
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[squintsmiles at the console. he has an eyelash in his eye or something. he's definitely going to miss like three of you.]
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[brandishes key. we're doing this]
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[winks at cas and reaches over to pat constantines arm in a final ditch goodbye. she'd do something gay like hold hands but that might mess the process up]
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[ i hope you all die. ]
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[ kind of cold-feeting but can't back out now. ]
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[gives the room of faces a final once over to account for everyone. babysitter until the last. stops at clara and manages a reassuring half smile before turning to slot the key in place, cranking it to the side]
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[smiles back at dean and takes a deep breath before looking up]
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[welcome home. or not]