thelongnow_rpg | 004. [video | action] | There's no place like home, there's no place like home.

[ The feed clicks on to show the landing, empty save for the furniture. For a few minutes, that's all there is; a bare room, practically devoid of life.

Then, as if out of nowhere, four people come crashing onto the floor, as if out of thin air. It takes a moment, but eventually Brooke sits up, rubbing her head a little. Her clothes are a little worse for the wear - dirty, torn in a few spots - and her hair's a mess, but otherwise she looks okay.

The other three beside her are Cas, Max and Rose.

Brooke groans softly and stretches one arm across her chest, her other hand tugging at her elbow to pull it farther. Then she glances around, a disappointed look coming to her face. ]

This is so not what I was thinking of when I said "There's no place like home."

ooc: backdated to after the book plot. it was taking a little too long to get through the entire thing, so rose-mun and i decided to just say that brooke had attempted to contact someone in the house (specifically sam, like rose told her) through the crystal ball, but it's entirely up to andi if he heard or not. or anyone else. we also decided that brooke didn't realize they heard her, or wasn't sure if they could/would help, so they just completed the story. if you have questions/concerns/whatever, let me know. otherwise, threadhop away.

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[He debates it for a second, but decides against friendly torture.]

I'll try to restrain myself.

Well, uh. Let me know if you guys need anything, okay?

Good, because we never did find ourselves a Toto while we were over there, and you could fit the part really easily.

[ She could use a lot of things, like a stiff drink or a way home, but she just shrugs. ]

I'm sure I can get a really hot shower and three days worth of sleep by myself. But thanks.

Gimme tha'.

Oi, Sammy!

Edited 2010-09-08 01:35 (UTC)

[What about a shower- O hay Rose...]

Hey. Nice hair.

Hey. Shut up.

[Naturally.

He laughs and brushes his fingers through his own hair.]

You alright?

Edited 2010-09-08 05:08 (UTC)

Yea. Same kinda fine tha' I always am after these li'l romps.

'ow were the pas' few days on your end? Were we the only ones missin'?

Yeah.

[He almost professes how freaked out he's been, but decides against it, holding the confession in his cheek.]

It's good to see you.

Oo, lucky! Guess the 'ouse likes me, then.

Missed ya.

[Yeah, seriously.]

I missed you too.

Hey, do you want to [A pause] Uhh. Go for a walk or something later?

Edited 2010-09-08 05:37 (UTC)

Wha' I really want is t' destroy ya at air 'ockey! Gettin' rusty.

Edited 2010-09-08 05:57 (UTC)

[He raises an eyebrow but gives a smirk. Oh- derp. Brooke and Castiel are still here. This is Brooke's journal.

Smooth, Sam.]

Yeah, okay. You can try.

[ It is, and Brooke's going to be butting back in now. Hi again, Sam. ]

You two should really just make out and get it over with.

[Yeah, he's got nothin']

Thought so.

As much as I love watching you two dance around the idea of a date, I think me and my journal are gonna go back to my room.

Brilliant plan. There ain't any 'ot showers or coma-worthy beds 'ere on the landin'.

[ Brooke looks a little confused when she glances over at Rose, but she figures she just embarrassed the girl, so she doesn't really think much of it. She glances back to the journal and gives Sam a small wave before she clicks it off. ]

Good luck with your hair.

[ She considers sticking around to see if Rose wants help, but the vibe in the room isn't exactly pleasant, so she gives Rose a wave and walks away. ]

004. [video | action] | There's no place like home, there's no place like home.

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[video] SHUT UP BROOKE, ROSE IS COMPLICATED OKAY

[video] BROOKE DOESN'T KNOW THIS. GEEZ.