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WHEN: midnight between Sept.29 - 30th, all day of the 30th.
RATING: PG-13
CHARACTERS: anyone on that darn tootin' Ark.
SUMMARY: Come midnight,

monstrodick seeks its [Bad username or site: tharheblows title= @ livejournal.com] in battle, taking down his ship in three flicks of its great tail in the course of one hellish hour. The Whale takes the Captain, but spares his crew, and later it returns to carry the less fortunate survivors to the island fringe. And what of the Arkmaster? Time will tell. For now, deprived of their weapons and their goods, the shipwrecked Citizens should care for their own.

[ooc: have fun playing out the aftermath of the shipwreck! After sinking the ship, The Whale will deliver any survivor who can't make it back to the island on their own; it will also be making sure no one tries to escape the City by trying to swim further off in the horizon.

If you'd like to log the ship sinking, or your characters making their way back to the City!island, be sure to title your threads "DURING SHIPWRECK" or "ON THE WAY BACK" or something to hint at the timeline. If not, just go ahead and thread how your gent, or your belle manages to pull it together and survive at the City!island periphery without much by way of provisions.

Remember that while they'll have access to their apparently waterproof network devices, your characters won't be able to get back into the City proper until tomorrow, because of the very heavy patrol of forest monsters blocking the way. (Naturally, it never hurts to try!) Likewise, while people in the City are welcome to give them tips or instructions, and to know of their whereabouts, they shouldn't be able to physically come down and meet the survivors at this time.]

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Well enough.

[She takes the seat but keeps a respectable distance from him. Castiel's around, she can feel it.]

Did you get on the boat with Sam?

A pair of Winchesters.

[He notices the distance but doesn't comment on it. He assumes Cas is around because Cas wouldn't leave him. If he gets on a boat, he's got faith Cas will get on a boat too. Faith in God? Not even a little bit. Faith in Cas? Total]

You and Cas? Pair of angels?

Yes. He's somewhere nearby.

[Her toe digs into the sand. It's the best she can do since she can't touch him, make sure he's okay.]

Is Sam around?

[Dean glances down to Anna's toes curling in the sand then up at her. He nods in some sort of understanding The secret thing they're trying to hide. Of course it makes him want to touch her more]

Yeah, probably helping old ladies across the beach. Don't know where though.

Oh. I see.

[She looks around, trying to see if anyone they know is actually close or not.]

Pretty sure we're alone.

[You know except for that creeper Cas. Dean picked a spot down the beach away from everyone.]

[She reaches out and brushes her fingers against his cheek.]

You're sure you're not hurt? That wreck was dangerous.

I'm okay [His voice is whisper soft, a little rough]

Swallowed sea water and banged up a little. I'm okay though.

[Nodding, she withdraws a little dropping her hand.]

I was worried when I couldn't find you. I know the Passover thing was mostly a joke, but when the rain actually started...

[She shrugs.]

[He looks down when her hands drops and he nods then casts a glance over his shoulder. When he doesn't see anyone he scoots a bit closer to her on the log, not touching yet but closer]

Yeah, most of the police force thought it was bullshit but there's too much of the bible that's real in our world. I grabbed Sam and made sure he got on the boat.

[Her hand inches towards his, just brushing against it as she nods.]

That was a smart thing. I hope those back in the City are still alright.

[He twists his hand a bit so that his pinky can twine with hers. He actually feels like a stupid kid long before he was old enough to worry about images and being cool.]

They're smart. They were already heading for rooftops. They'll be okay.

Or the deities will have their hands full with requests to restore the lives of those who drowned.

[She frowns.]

I wonder sometimes if that's the idea.

Make more work for themselves? I mean I get that they get something out of it but I'm not sure it'd be worth it.

[He's watching her closely]

To put us at their mercy.

[She looks up at the sky, as if waiting for answers that won't come.]

Think about the power that the people living here have. Keeping us in peril, off our games, keeps us from fighting back.

Great. Someone else who wants to screw me.

[It's said part jokingly but its also said with an exhaustion that goes soul deep]

You mean screw with you.

[She gives him a slight nudge and her voice drops a little as she smirks.]

I'm the one who gets to screw you.

[He smirks and the smirk slowly turns into his infamous 'pantie removing' grin.]

Is that an offer?

[He turns his hand so that he can slowly run his fingers from her wrist to the palm of her hand.]

[She twists her hand to twine her fingers with his.]

Maybe, but not here.

[A frown and a shake of his head]

No time like the present.

[A quirk of his eyebrow and a grin that suggests even more than his words do.]

[She chuckles.]

Dean, when they say sand gets every where, they mean everywhere. Besides... [She looks around again.] There's a lot of people here.

There's a lot of people out there. [He nods toward the other end of the beach]

Sand everywhere is something a person's gotta experience for yourself.

[She leans over and brushes a light kiss against his cheek before pulling back again.]

It's too open for me, Dean.

Alright. It'll wait then. [He leans back on the log a little.] Should have thought to bring marshmallows.

Because every biblical flood should have one.

[She looks out at the sea.]

I wonder if the deities know they're mixing their literature and lore, or if they just don't know better.