OPEN. NEVER HAVE I EVER (INSERT THING NEVER DONE HERE).

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CHARACTERS: Open! Starring Dean Winchester & Loki as your fantasy sitcom heroes.
DATE: October 9th
WARNINGS: It's Dean & Loki, so it's bound to get lewd. Also drinking. Tread carefully, but if anything rears its ugly head, I'll add it.
SUMMARY: Never Have I Ever at The Den. Live before a studio audience.

It's been a week since the sun had gone, and the darkness is enough to begin to drive anyone mad. There was little headway to be made, and the darkness seemed cause enough for the bad blood between the humans and the goblins to boil. With tensions high, and suspicions raging, an occasional retreat was welcomed, especially in the form of food and alcohol. The Den is bustling, filled with those roaring and laughing, drinking away whatever ill feelings needed quenching, and looking for something to do while the sun remains absent. There are lanterns and candles to keep everything well lit, but causing a variety of interesting shadows to creep along the walls. Servers weave between benches and tables to go about their duties to feed and water hungry patrons.

There are two of ALASTAIR's inter-dimensional travelers sitting at the edge of an unsurprisingly empty bench toward the back of the tavern. One of them, clad in a tacky green jacket and golden horned diadem, looks cocky enough to be crossing his legs at the knee. There's a shirt hung over his neck like a victory scarf. His companion, a short haired, broad shouldered fellow, seems to have lost his shirt entirely. There's a bottle between the two of them, and shot glasses on the table filled with a clear, amber liquid.

They're loud enough to be heard.

"Never have I ever been known as Chisel Chest in any form," Loki says with a hint of a smile that tugs at the end of his lips. He leans his elbows on the table, weaves his black-tipped fingers together, and rests his chin on his folded hands. He feigns disappointment. "That makes it your drink." He holds up his shot in toast.

There's plenty of room on the bench for anyone who wants to join them.

Comments

[whereismypie]

... Hundreds — holy crap. How the hell did your parents keep track? And man, they really must've liked each other.

[ treading carefully is very overrated, it seems. ]

Oh my god, you just made a joke. I'm so proud.

[dailydouble]

The same way any parent keeps track of their children, I would assume. This is gods we're discussing; most godlings are fairly self-sufficient after birth and hundreds of children over billions of years is not that many. [ He'll sigh before continuing. ] How much they like each other at any given time is highly variable.

Unfortunately, I cannot say the same. You managed to catch one level of the joke, but missed the other.

[whereismypie]

You talk like I know how gods work. All we ever got about those fellas were fairytales and books, just so you know.

[ or, that one time, a pair of cray gods who tried to rip his nails off.

good times! ]

Did I now? Enlighten me, please.

[dailydouble]

If I thought you knew how we work, I would not bother explaining anything.

[ Dean Winchester stop complaining and realize that Ahad has been fairly patiently explaining things every time they come up against something Dean's ignorant about. It's irritating. ]

Ahad is not my name.

[whereismypie]

Okay, okay, fair.

[ apparently the explaining all of the time goes both ways, but Dean might have missed the fact that he might have been stretching Ahad's patience on that account.

not that it would bother him much, if he were aware. ]

It's not? But didn't you just say...?

[dailydouble]

'Ahad' is a placeholder, left from that time when I possessed nothing.

[ As he said to Sieh once, he had only what he was given. ]

[whereismypie]

O...kay? A placeholder for what?

[ this is getting way cryptic for Dean. like, spit it out or don't spit it out, make up your mind, pal. ]

[dailydouble]

Humans insist on having something to call you. Gods are never that particular.

[ In fact, Itempas still avoided calling him anything. ]

[whereismypie]

That's funny. Most gods I've met tend to think that there's a lotta power in names.

[dailydouble]

There is much power in names and naming.

[ What he seems to be hinting at is think what that means for a nameless god. ]

[whereismypie]

So. Am I to understand you had next to nada in terms of power, then? In any case, musta been a major pain in the ass.

[ "major pain in the ass" might be an understatement for Dean. ]

[dailydouble]

Power is variable. Most of my siblings could overpower me, but I hold more power in the human world than they would even know how to earn.

[ He'll hesitate, then take another shot. ] But yes, I do know what it is to be powerless.

[whereismypie]

[ he'll slide another shot glass towards himself. ]

Sucks, man.

And what exactly kinda power [ a half smile ] do you hold in the human world?

[ curiosity is a thing with Dean. ]

[dailydouble]

It doesn't matter here.

[ There's really no polite way to say that you control all of the organized crime. ]

[whereismypie]

[ and there's no polite way for Dean to react to such a statement. and it might be early days for that, anyhow. ]

Depends on who you ask. There's gotta be a reason ALASTAIR picked this [ gesturing toward himself and all those present at the table ] rag tag crew of misfits to do their nasty ass job.

[dailydouble]

There are already a few attempting to determine that. [ If asking people why they think they're here really counts as trying to figure that out. ]

My concern lies less with their reasoning.

[whereismypie]

Yeah, that's not really looking in the right direction if you ask me. We gotta bigger fish to fry here before, you know, piling on the "why me" angst.

[ he raises an eyebrow at Ahad. ]

Where does your concern lie, then?

[dailydouble]

How long they plan to keep us. You notice that there was no date named.

[ If there's anything Ahad's against, it's being told he owes something and needs to work it off. It feels too much like...well, things better left alone. ]

[whereismypie]

There wasn't, no. But I figure that if they wanna keep us as their weird interdimensional end-of-world taskforce, they're gonna have to start giving out answers and return dates at some damn point.

[ something for something, of you will. usually, one accomplished mission should equal one return tocket home, right? or at least some answers, the way Dean sees it. ]

[dailydouble]

Or what? We incite rebellion?

[ It sounds like a joke, but it is very much not one. ]

[whereismypie]

Something like that.

[ it sounds flippant, but it really isn't. ]