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]

[ 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.