Those of you that knew or worked with Jo Harvelle... m'sorry to say th' City sent her home.

...wish I could say it's better for her there, but at least she ain't in th' thick of it. Should probably look her an' Ellen up if I ever get back...

...anyway, thought you should know.

My life is a horror story, literally - do you folks KNOW what this guy does for a living? And I don't mean the junkyard, 'cause yeah, it brings in the cash and keeps the fridge full of beer but that ain't what he does.

The things that are written on these pages will you keep you up for weeks.

...not that it really matters, we're screwed when we get home anyway. God, I hope he leaves me here.

Smoke if you got 'em.

[sings]

Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right - right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

[ooc: If These Walls Could Talk - meet one of Bobby's journals.]

Th' problem with wakin' up in th' hospital is that it's not always easy to tell what the hell is going on.

Network's not helping either.

Why do I get the feeling I've seen this before?

[OOC: Yes, Bobby's still in the hospital, but troll away - he might not believe half of what you say, but he doesn't have anything better to do.]

[Hospital - Bobby's asleep. He's pale, still feverish and has oxygen tubes in. As he breathes, you can tell it's a bit labored as the virus is starting to affect his respiratory system.

He's also not sleeping well, occasionally mumbling, both angrily and worriedly - mostly about Sam.]

[OOC: If you want to come visit Bobby, visiting hours begin now. Any other replies will be voice as he's too tired/weak to type. I'm putting this up now, but just be aware that there may be a lot of backtagging as the back-half of my week involves a lot of work/theatre stuff. Major apologies in advance, but I needed to get this up! SPECIAL NOTE: In regards to the mumbling - Bobby will not be revealing anything regarding what he knows about Sam back home to those who don't know, but feel free to prod him about why he's so pre-occupied anyway.]

[There's the sound of running water and Bobby muttering as he's washing up. You can probably make out a few curses and the words "damn flu," "smoke from hell," and "workin' too hard lately." Maybe a few other colorful variations. The water stops and there's a soft grunt of surprise.]

That ain't normal, what the...

[There's some muffled sounds like a maybe a towel being tossed aside and the network device is picked up. Bobby doesn't know it's still recording as he starts scrolling through entries. After awhile there's some more swearing, a sigh and we click to normal audio.]

M'headin' out fer awhile. You need me leave me a message.

( Private to the Winchesters/Hackable )

( Private to Jo/Hackable )


[ooc: Bobby just noticed a nasty looking rash developing on his extremities. That plus symptoms he already has, plus the bug posts and a lifetime of living out in the middle of nowhere tells him he needs to see a doctor post-haste - just don't expect him to admit it right away. This will be a good thing, as he has Rocky Mountain spotted fever. Thank you Poly for educating your players on the hazards of tics, we are now all hypochondriacs. Also, tagging may be sporadic tonight - just warning ya!]

[There's the sound of an explosion, some gunfire, and what might be howling dying...things. You can hear a gruff chuckle.]

You can't con a con man, motherfucker.

[OOC: Cursed, you betcha. Been out blowing up the ahem, demon cops that killed his family, his partner, and his dog.]

Hey, Griffin.

Think I might have found your cure.

I'm back.

Everyone here still in one piece?

( Filtered to Winchesters and Harvelles//Unhackable )

For novelty's sake, I'll ask this to the Network:

Anyone get a good look at that cavern that opened up in the Forest before it closed?

And:

Anyone get a look at that thing that was running around in the dark yesterday? I'm looking for something more specific than, " it was furry."

[The clock on the nightstand hits midnight. Bobby's eyes snap open wide and he takes a haggard breath. He looks around, confused. Slowly sitting up, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, scratching his head.]

[He stands and starts walking out of the room, at the last minute grabbing the network device.]

What now...

[The camera cuts out and we can only hear Bobby walking out into the hall, muttering to himself.]


[ooc: will be up for a little while longer - then all will be back-tagging...]

[The video opens in the kitchen, there's still breakfast fixings on the counter, untouched. A laptop is visible on the table, half-filled coffee-cup next to it. It looks like Bobby was checking up on the "new" Sam and Dean. Typically, there's about a dozen or so books around, some with notes in the margins, others with pages marked, all well-read.

Looks like a normal morning...except Bobby's dead on the floor. Gates is sniffing at at him and whimpering.]

[ooc: Backdated to MORNING. Bobby, obviously, wished for something that's knocked him dead. Enjoy. But don't expect any responses - he is dead, after all. Feel free to spam each other away in the comments, though. ;) ]

This? Is Jo. She's th' daughter of an old friend, an' I consider her practically family.

Get th' point?

( Filtered to Niko/Unhackable )

( Filtered to Jo/Unhackable )

( Filtered to Dawn/Unhackable )

What in the hell is all this, now?

[ooc: knock yourselves out with the 4th walling, Bobby's canon-updated to Sex and Violence and selective memory goes into effect after the curse.]

Attention Westerberg High Driver's Ed Students:

• If you did not pass last week's written exam, you will not get in a car for the driving test. NO EXCEPTIONS.
• If you have not attended the minimum amount of classes, you will not get in a car for the driving text. NO EXCEPTIONS.
• If you have not maintained the minimum point average all semester, you will not get in a car for the driving test. NO EXCEPTIONS.

If you are eligible for the test and have made an appointment, I expect you to be on time. Arriving more than five minutes past your scheduled time will result in your test being canceled and you will have to hope there's another space open or repeat the course.

If your appointment was during the lunch hour, please approach the driving course from the main office - Mr. Gray's class will be firing their trebuchets and we don't want any injuries this year.

If you have not made an appointment, slots are still available from 3pm to 5pm, every half-hour. First come first served.

-Good luck

( Faculty Filter/Unhackable )

[ooc: Posting now, but assume it's first thing in the morning. Placehold away - I'm in training all day tomorrow, but I wanted to get this up and I'll backtag in the evening. Action is possible for anyone who wants to take a driver's test. And he hasn't told anyone yet, but he's retiring after this year. *sobs* Feel free to have "heard a rumor" about it. He gives, Dawnie broke him...]

Thanks, Uncle Bobby! I - I can call you Uncle Bobby, can't I?


...Sam? You cursed to childhood again?

[Bobby's sitting alone in his darkened living room. There's salt all around the couch and a half empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table in front of him. There are circles under his eyes - it looks like he hasn't slept since Midnight and has possibly been crying.

He takes a swig of whiskey from his glass and fixes his gaze on the far corner of the room.]

Why are you here, sweetheart? I'm not...I couldn't...please.

[Neither the camera or anyone else can see what he's looking at. But he keeps staring, and staring and staring. Finally he snaps and with a strangled shout, he throws the glass right at whatever he sees. It smashes against the wall with a crash.]

I didn't know what to do!!

...I'm so sorry, baby.

[He collapses back on the couch, is head in his hands, trying to ignore what he sees staring at him from the corner.]



[ooc: Bobby's finally cursed. Out of the bag is pulled the Ghost World curse and so his dead wife's come to visit - see icon. Added angst - she was possessed and he killed her - that's why he became a hunter. Action welcome for anyone who heard the breaking glass.]

Well, I ain't even gonna pretend I got a handle on this place. Seems to me the people who think they've got it all figured out get hit by one 'o' them curses and sent back to square one, so maybe I'll just roll with the punches fer awhile. 

Just not anywhere near the zoo. That just wasn't right.

That said, I'm gettin' settled I suppose - took the apartment across from the Winchesters if anyone needs to find me.

Probably be hitting the library soon for some research. I know a lot about a lot but apparently everything I know about comes in 31 different flavors 'round this joint depending on the world they got yanked from. It's like winning hell's lottery or something. Suggestions'll be appreciated, locals in the know who don't mind sharing notes are better.

And last but not least - I'm lookin' fer a pet or something to knock down this damn ticking in my head, s'worse than having a song stuck in there. I'm not the roommate type, but I'm partial to dogs. Haven't had one in awhile and I kinda miss it.
Oh, and speaking of dogs...I'm touched, boys, really I am, but did ya have to?

( Filtered to the Winchesters/Unhackable )

I know I've bin driving for awhile, but this sure as hell ain't the Nebraska border.
Well, ain't this a hoot?

S'pose it's time to ask the locals for directions, maybe someone in those shops dropped this, too.

[ooc: All tags are assumed voice, unless specified otherwise.]
[ooc2: good night and backtag ya later!]

A little too hard on the boys? Not hard enough?

Something way OOC on a non-curse day?

Be a tattle-tale: any and all concrit is welcome and screened.