and i will find the enemy within

[ruinously]

Who: Dean and You!
What: All of the above
When: late march, early april.
Where: all over.
Warnings: will be noted in the warnings ¯\_(ツ)_/¯



adult pool;

[ sometimes, you need to breathe. Even when the sea swells and rolls and dips underfoot as far as the eye can see, no land in sight, boat swaying under boots -- sometimes you just need to breathe.

And sometimes you need to do it with a drink in your hand and your feet propped up - that's what's Dean is doing. Being on another metal tube that may sink at any given moment has triggered anxiety he didn't even know he had, and, well - drinking is always a good excuse for therapy.

He can't find any rhyme or reason to what is happening in this place anyway, and after the his first soup drenching, he's not bothered to put on clothes he likes when heading out to partake. Instead, he's shied away from the buffet tables a little and is instead lounging by the pool in his newest (and lets be real, his new favorite) pair of boardshorts and a wide brimmed hat, eyes protected by a comically large pair of sunglasses, which is all that was available in the shop.

God, he looks like such a douchebag, he knows. He also doesn't care.

Cash him outside, bitches. ]

cabins;

[ Should you actually know what Dean's cabin is (and even if you don't, knock knock bitches), then he could be found there, maybe, provided his weirdo roommate isn't lurking around. Crowley's fine, it's fine, Dean doesn't get the vibe the guys gonna take his shit, but still. Weird.

He's only ever roomed in close proximity like this with his brother and his father, and sharing a cramped space with a stranger is weird. So if they're both avoiding each other, that's fine. It's totally fine.

Not awkward at all.

At any rate - he can easily be sought out there if you happen to notice the shifting patterns, or a note can be left. Whatever you fancy. If he knows you, there might be a note slipped under your door or a message sent via shiptalk; ]


hey. drinks?

wildcard;

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Comments

[ruinously]

[ She sure doesn't. He's grateful he came in with a duffle bag full of his crap, but it's not much. ]

My little brother thought it was scary, but he liked the Triceratops, I think. I personally liked the T-Rex, but that also seems kinda cliché.

[heropose]

[Lucky. She got the suit(s) she was wearing and a small allotment of weapons they'd taken with them to Vormir. They weren't expecting a lot of fighting, if any.]

So would be going for the raptors, but those are mine. [Fast, clever little things. She can relate. :) ] Still not sure how I feel about them having feathers. [Too flashy possibly.]

[ruinously]

They're smart as hell. Or at least, the movie made them that way. Creative liberties.

[ He snorts a little, groping for his frilly little cocktail to take a sip. ]

I heard about that. Guess it kinda makes sense, but fluffy dinosaurs aren't as scary.

[heropose]

Fluffy or not, I think if I came face to face with one, I'd still probably be a little spooked. [And it takes a lot to spook her.]

Besides, there's a lot of things in the world that don't look scary but could still probably kill you. [Her, for example.]