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[aldebaranshit]

(April 19th)

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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[foodporn]

That's more like it.

[squeezes him back tight with one of those hugged the cat too hard squeaks. you're next cas. slides hand over his shoulder and pats him there when she finally disentangles and affords his bandaged hand a concerned squint]

What happened?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[brief eyebrow twitch at castiel over bo's shoulder. don't make me regret not taking my chance to get all up in that and muss you up a bit.

seriously don't it makes me feel like an actual creep instead of the one i play on telly.]

Hm?

[follows bo's eyeline and grimaces at his hand.]

Ah. Magic trick. Trying to convince Killian he was being bloody stupid. Not quite sure it worked, though it seems to have achieved the desired result.

[foodporn]

[it's always blood with you guys and your magic isn't it. at least she had that unpleasantness to deal with before she ever got here. throws a look to hook wherever he's being hooky, which is in the vicinity instead of nowhere to be seen as of ten minutes ago, so she supposes yes it did]

Was he really going to stay?

[has no idea why michonne and daryl decided to stay either. can't imagine why anyone would short of hel's situation]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[yeah it's usually blood. consider yourself lucky it's usually sex in your case. though john does run into that a little as well. he just wouldn't mind if it were a little less blood.

looks at hook too. not for long though because bo's right there, come on. shrugs.]

Hook's got some sort of obsession with a dead man Hook refuses to believe is dead. Yeah, I think he was, and personally I don't care except his reasons were, well, bloody stupid.

[foodporn]

[i mean her grandaddy is the blood king so there's that. smiles at him incredulously]

So you don't care because you care, you only care because he was being stupid?

[you realize how see-through that is. you're a softy. you're soft.]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[shut it fairy.

scratches at the side of his nose and squints at the floor.]

He was being bloody stupid, love. Bloody stupid.

[the blood is compulsory. also it might have been a little bit john's fault that the whole mess got that far in the first place.]

[foodporn]

Oh, sorry, I forgot everything is bloody with you.

[playfully. steps back to tuck her hands into her back pockets, rocking on her feet a little]

Either way. Killian's got a chance to go home now because of you. More than most people would do for him. I knew you were actually marshmallow fluff.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[exaggerated eyeroll. waves his hand across his neck in the international symbol for "stop it before i chop yer head off."]

Not so loud! I think I might've finally managed to convince the one or two of them who hadn't seen me in my altogether at the start that I'm a great heartless Grand Magus. Can't have you mucking it up now.

[foodporn]

[nods in an over emphatic okay i get it]

Don't worry, I won't ruin your street cred. Just don't grand magus yourself into an early grave, ok?

[it's as much of a take care of yourself as she can wrench out. catch you on the flip side. goodbye forever we will probably never see each other again. etc.]

[rhymeswithdesign]

Ta, love. I'll try. You too. Be careful with all of your pulling and detecting.

[no lie he's kind of jealous of her setting. or at least. what he assumes about it based on bo. he's pretty sure she'd get eaten alive by the mess he lives in. and not in a fun way. so it's probably for the best if they never run into each other, because vertigo needs john and john needs bo to never come to vertigo.]

[foodporn]

No early graves, check. Bye, John.

[leans up to press a kiss to his cheek and slides hand down his arm with a kind of finality before moving away with a resigned, painted on smile]