meme } { random rp shenanigans

[iluvroadrunner6]

OKAY. My tags are low which naturally means I should be doing open RP things for all the world. Therefore! TAG IN. You can either request a character and/or a type of scene, or tell me to surprise you (surprises will most likely end in crack), and I will lob people in your direction. If you want a specific verse to go with that person, specify.

I'm easy. Just tell me what you want to play and we will play it.

TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!

THREE TWO ONE GO.

Comments

[selfrespect]

[imnot_likeyou]

[When Sam wanders into the Roadhouse, he's covered in mud from head to toe, and looks very put out. He glances over to Jo behind the bar, and his hand comes up and shakes his head]

Don't.

[selfrespect]

[ Jo is wiping the counter with a dish rag when the tallest Winchester steps in. The only discernible reaction she gives at first is the lift of an eyebrow. ]

You don't know what I was gonna say, Sam.

[imnot_likeyou]

I don't. But I don't want you to say anything.

[because He knows Jo well enough to know that she couldn't suppress the smartass urge if she tried.]

[selfrespect]

Well that's a crying shame, Sam, since you don't always get what you want. Certainly not when you walk through that door needin' my help. [ There's that smartass urge that he was right she couldn't surpress. She places a hand square at her hip and lifts a brow up expectantly at him.

What's it gonna be? ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[and now she gets a pathetic puppy dog face]

C'mon, Jo.

[selfrespect]

Nope.

[ She leans against the counter and looks at him instead with the icon!fais. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[there is the sigh to end all sighs.]

Alright, get it out.

[selfrespect]

Who says there's anything I want to get out? [ She cocks a brow upward, moving toward the front of the bar area so she can lean against the counter right beside him. ]

Maybe I only have questions instead. Like what the hell happened to make you look like you belong in a farmhouse?

[imnot_likeyou]

[well, that actually boils down to one word]

Dean.

[selfrespect]

[ Cue a deadpanned expression. Dean always has been all kinds of special, the dumbass. ]

Why am I not surprised?

[imnot_likeyou]

[smirks]

Because Dean is that predictable?

i am the slowest ;;

[selfrespect]

[ Jo leans against the counter toward him, a hand square at her hip. Her smirk widens at the sight of his, and an eyebrow arches upward. Knowingly. ]

Just Dean?

you know i will wait forever

[imnot_likeyou]

[a beat as he pulls on the most innocent face possible.]

I have no idea what you mean by that.

[selfrespect]

You really gotta ask? [ The eyebrow is still lifted his way before she grabs a hold of one of his arms, nudging him forward a little. ]

C'mon, Winchester. Let's get you cleaned up before my mother sees you.

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam smirks as he follows Jo's lead, letting her direct him wherever she's directing him.]

She probably wouldn't be too happy if I got mud on her floors, would she?

[selfrespect]

What do you think? [ Jo tosses her head back with a smirk of her own, boot-clad feet making their way up through the stairs. She can already picture her mom's face.

The narration is almost tempted to have Ellen barge in for that alone, negl. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[he smirks a bit at that, and knowing Sam's luck, Ellen WOULD suddenly appear right at that moment.]

Yeah, I'd probably be a dead man.

[selfrespect]

And then I wouldn't hear the end of it from Dean. [ Her smirk widens a bit, though, because for all of Ellen's ways, she does care about the Winchester boys. In a different way than Jo does, of course. ]

Where is he, anyway?

[imnot_likeyou]

Cleaning up the rest of the mess. He'll be back in an hour or two.

[selfrespect]

Sounds just about right.

[imnot_likeyou]

Typical Dean.