... WHY WAS I A LAPTOP???

Strike that; why was I in my laptop?!

Is anyone else having some technological difficulties, or am I just having a really, really bad month?

[Sam has found alcohol. Alcohol + brooding =/= awesome. Well, it does, but sober!Sam doesn't think so.]

I'm still not ready to talk about....

I can't believe that I actually....

With my own hands. I... I....

He was trying to help, and I just... and then Dean... and I....

You know, this mucking fansion... this muck-... this fan-... this place is a ( Read more... )

[There's a long period of silence before a low, hollow voice begins speaking. Even Dean may find it difficult to recognize Sam's voice, as it's choked with guilt and horror and self-loathing that he would have never seemed capable of even comprehending at least until recent episodes of the show....]

... It's always my fault, isn't it?

It's all hazy ( Read more... )

I hope no one takes this the wrong way, but it comes to my attention that pretty much no one in this place is 100% normal. Keep in mind that, where I'm from, "normal" usually alludes to a human being with absolutely no experience with magic, monsters, gods, cults, royalty, or interplanetary travel. In fact, most "normal" human beings never have ( Read more... )

Either a certain someone went so far as to hire a blood-splattered clown to hide in my closet....

... or judging by what I've been hearing through the grapevine, I'm not the only one to receive a disturbing surprise today.

I consider it really sad that I actually wouldn't put it past prank-war status if it weren't for the various screams coming in ( Read more... )

[Camera shows a tidy bedroom that is usually quite as unassuming as the average motel room - except it seems that whoever lives here is on something of a circus kick. Cheery carnival music seeps out from under a bed decorated with clown sheets, and a lump beneath the sheets seems to imply that someone is sleeping. After some time, the door opens ( Read more... )

Well, I'm not freezing or gripped by a deep depression anymore, so I guess this so-called "event" is over ( Read more... )

There's something in here. A new person just arrived, and she claimed that something dark reached out for her. I don't know what it is, but I'm patrolling the hallways.

It's cold. It's dark. And I feel sort of out of it. If anyone knows what's causing this and how we can stop whatever these new monsters are, I suggest you-

Holy sh-!

[It sounds as ( Read more... )

Sounds like another fun-filled weekend's in store for us. Note, if you can, the ridiculous amounts of sarcasm I've poured into that statement.

I've been here nearly two months, and I haven't come much closer in figuring out what kind of creature this "Queen" is. Granted, the books in the library were probably hand-picked by her or one of her ( Read more... )

I'd nearly forgotten that today's my birthday. It's hard to keep track of time here, considering I got here in March and yet it was summertime where I was from. So, ignoring the wonky time displacement thing, I guess this was my twenty-fourth birthday again? Or a very early celebration of my twenty-fifth?

I'm sure I would've remembered it sooner, ( Read more... )