I'm looking through you, where did you go [closed]

[johnny_truant]

[ooc: This is gonna cover Johnny's whole time during the Three Days of Rain event - from the evening of the 30th to the afternoon of the 1st, he'll just stick around in Gabe's apartment.]


Johnny wakes up with Yarrow curled up beside him, still asleep. The rain seems to have stopped, judging by the light pouring in, but the angle of it suggests it's pretty late in the day.

"You're supposed to wake me up for dinner, man," he mumbles to Yarrow, who ignores him. Johnny smirks and gets up, padding over to the kitchen. He's hungry, but he doesn't feel like eating by himself, so he just gets out some of Yarrow's food - some hay, kale, and a few carrot tops - and leaves it out. The rabbit hops down from the bed and over to the food within a moment.

"Oh, now you're interested," says Johnny, grinning and watching him eat for a moment. He stretches and goes back to his closet, slipping a button-up over his t-shirt. "I'll be back later, buddy," he says, and steps out.

He heads up the stairs and knocks lightly before coming into Gabe's apartment. "Honey I'm home," he says drolly. "Sorry I didn't come up earlier, I ended up crashing for a thousand hours." Not that they had plans, exactly, but Johnny kind of likes how it's become such a given for him to be here.

What Could Go Wrong? [closed]

[johnny_truant]

[mildly, post-coitally nsfw]



"Okay, so," says Johnny once he can talk again. "I don't know about you, but I'm fucking hungry. I'm also pretty sure I can't move. So if I'm gonna make it, you're gonna have to get up."

He rolls onto his stomach and grins at Eliot, who is naked, sweaty, and hot as hell. Johnny is feeling really good right now about having figured out this whole liking-dudes thing. "You wanna cook for me?" he says playfully, running a hand down Eliot's side to settle on his hip. "We could, uh. Well, I don't have a TV, but apparently you can watch movies on computers."

He only barely has a computer. Gabe gave it to him ages ago but he almost never uses it. It's too small and weird and he hates being on the internet. It's all so aggressively fast-paced and weird. It would be better, he thinks, to watch something in Gabe's apartment. That would involve introducing Gabriel to Eliot. An idea he's been toying with for a while now, but he's not sure how to broach it.

"How's that sound?" He leans up and to give Eliot a kiss and misses his mouth somewhat, landing on the slightly scratchy line of his jaw. Which is nice too.

Forgotten But Not Gone [closed]

[bibliophale]

[ooc: this post will cover the evening of the 30th to some point on the 1st when the rain effects wear off.]


After the day he's had, it's quite a relief to go home, and it's nice - very nice, and a little strange - to know there is actually someone waiting there for him. Of course ordinarily he'd have tried to see what Crowley was up to and if he fancied getting drunk, but they've been giving each other a wider berth than usual lately, as though Lucifer might pop up the moment they got alone together. It's an unpleasant situation, but Aziraphale doesn't dwell on it. He transports himself directly into his flat and shucks off his coat, which is still a bit damp from the morning's rain.

"Hallo," he says to Melanie, who is currently engrossed in another of his books. He strolls into the kitchen and starts setting things about for tea. "Was your day all right?"

It's only a moment of fussing with the kettle before he realizes Melanie hasn't replied, and that's very strange indeed. He blinks and turns back. The book must be very engrossing indeed. "Melanie?" he prompts gently.

Forget the Bull in the China Shop [Open to Multiple]

[wildmage_daine]

There is a lioness on the Great Lawn, and folk are looking right past her as if she's no more exotic than a golden retriever.

Daine's a little surprised, though perhaps she shouldn't be. Once she realized that something was wrong - that she might as well be invisible for all the attention most two-leggers would pay her - she'd been thinking of ways to test just how bad it was. And she'd already been visiting the People in crow shape (they, at least, still acknowledge her as if everything's normal). So she'd thought of taking the sort of shape that might at least earn her a startled glance or two - something big and exotic and obviously out of place. Not to cause a panic or anything, just to see if anyone noticed.

And so far, they really haven't. She's hardly invisible - the lawn is crowded enough that folk have needed to skirt around her, and they've all managed it without treading on her tail or anything. They see her, they just don't care. Or something. She hasn't quite worked it out, yet.

Well, since no one seems to mind her presence, at least she can stay here, basking and thinking on her own little patch of grass. Maybe a little later, she'll go for a wander to see if she's more noticeable on the move.



[ooc: feel free to run into Daine on the Great Lawn, or elsewhere in the Park. I can be flexible re: getting her places if it makes things easier for other characters.]

Kairos [Closed]

[rae_of_sun]

Sunshine's been off work for a few hours when she feels Spike out in the hall, which is shortly followed by a subdued knock. Hey, she's getting used to this whole sixth sense thing; it's starting to feel milder, broken in. Granted, she still isn't all that eager to share it with the class, but at least it's no longer flipping her out a little.

Of course, that just means she has the requisite brainspace free to instead flip out about the fact that when she opens the door, even though he's standing all of two goddamn feet in front of her, it takes her a second to spot him. Her eyes just slide right over him to look down the hall, and oh shit, oh shit. It's that thing he was complaining about yesterday, and it's officially bad enough that it's getting to her, now.

She wrenches her gaze back to him, back to his eyes (and now would be a really great time for him to turn on some good old-fashioned vampiric compelling if he had any idea how). "Spike." She steps out into the hall and puts her hands on his shoulders, which seems to help a little. Like the more senses she uses to confirm his existence, the harder it is for the rogue part of her brain to misfile him under 'ignorable.' It's still trying, though, and she frowns up at him. "It's getting worse."