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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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Like I don't?

[Her eyes turned skyward again.]

I know. I know. It just...reminds me of how fucked we are and how at their mercy we are. It's not a good feeling.

No, it isn't.

[She looks at him, a little out of the corner of her eye.]

But it isn't all bad. We have things here we don't at home, things that aren't... possible.

[He meets her eyes and nods slightly]

Most of the time, I like this place better than home.

I like it, too. Most days. The rest...

Are crappy curses?

...and their oft difficult aftermaths, yes.

[The smile returns again, slight and kind and mostly for Dean.]

Then things are good again. Second chances.

[He appreciates the smile and returns it. He knows this isn't the vacation for everyone that he considers it.]

Yeah. Second chances.

For a lot of things.

[Her hand creeps back into his with a light squeeze. She even takes the chance to brush her lips against his cheek.]

You just wanted to see me naked again.

[He waggles his eyebrows at her and winks]

Nothing wrong with that.

Hey, I'm not complaining about it. [He reaches out and tucks her hair behind one ear.]

Do you ever wish you could go away? Just be... quiet? Away?

[He furrows his brow, puzzling out what she means]

By myself?

Maybe?

[She shrugs.]

[He leans forward and drops his voice like what he's about to say is a secret rather then something that everyone who knows him more than five minutes realizes]

Somewhere...away, yeah. I don't do so well alone.

[Another pause and another 'revelation']

Or with complete quiet. But away? Yeah. All the time.

[She's quiet for a moment, thinking about that.]

Do it. [Her hand presses against his cheek.] If you get the chance, go somewhere and live your life. If you did win, if it's really over, go somewhere and live your life. You deserve that.

[She stands, looking out at the dark island.] I need to go find Castiel, Sam, check on the rest of the people here. Some of them may still need healing.

Yeah. I'll take Sam to the Grand Canyon. [He stands up, stepping up behind her but not close enough to touch]

Okay. You find Cas. Do the Florence Nightengale thing. I'll look for Sam.

I'll come find you later.

I'll be around.

[He watches her go then heads off in the opposite direction]