alright asgard. long time, no see. hear you've been a bit down lately. no problem. i've got something to lift your spirits.

unfortunately i've a bit of a shopping list i've gotta take care of before it can. if you've got any of this stuff, i'm willing to cough up the cash. in the end, considering you're of age, it'll benefit me and you both.

-corn or corn meal
-yeast
-sugar
-copper tubing

[ You're not subtle, Ash. ]

[ Private to Jo ]
i'm gonna need some money.

I have an odd request for everyone, or at least those that will listen to me. I was wondering if anyone of you wanted a...hug.

[The last part is said quietly like he's scared to just say the word at the moment. It would normally be unusual considering he love to give affectionate hugs. The hallucinations had brought and old fear he had to the forefront of his mind even after they've dissipated]

If a hug is too much, I can give you a handshake or pat on the shoulder. Anything is fine now, I just think a gentle touch is just something that everyone could use at least once in while. Just give me a call if you need one...

[The before ends it, he whispers someone to himself, only those with good hearing will catch it.]

I just need to feel that everyone is alive.

[ I'm sorry, Asgard. I know you're in the middle of something incredibly serious right now, but Ash has only just woken up from his week-long nap. He has no idea what's going on. In fact, he doesn't even seem to realize that his communicator is on and filming him as he stirs from the pool table in the Roadhouse and cracks his back with a grunt.

Let's take a look at our sleeping beauty: His glorious mullet has been dyed rainbow colors, a Freddie Merrcury 'stache has been drawn in sharpie on his lip, and someone's put some very stylish aviators on him. The vision of loveliness. As he sits up and grabs for his communicator, he finally sees himself. ]

Oh, man. Talk about the rockstar look. [ Flashing a quick, exhausted sign of the horns 4 u all right here. ] Must've been out of it. Pretty cool look, though. Might keep it for awhile.

So, catch me up, Asgard. Give me deaths, invasions, arrivals, who won the Super Bowl. Anything you've got, Dr. Badass is here to listen.

[ Morgana looks awful. Though shame on you if you mention it to her. More tired looking than before, somehow. The gray disease took its toll on her. That does not mean, however, that she doesn't look regal, for she is. Head held high as if she is a queen on her very throne is the only way she will allow the city to see her. ]

Asgard.

No new magical flowers grown for my return? I am sourly disappointed. I was certain that the deities would have us all sing songs in matching rhymes after the forced kisses and being bound to those I had little desire to be bound to.

I suppose this is how the Gods prepare for the great war that would be upon us all just as soon as the false queen of the Giants would find her courage again.

I hope your stay continues to be -

[ what's the word? oh yes. ]

Uneventful. On behalf of the very queen of Camelot. We are three now, as it happens, two kings and queen of the very same kingdom among you, if it would please you.

[ if it does, you would the first to be pleased. ]

As it would have to please us.

[ to those who wish to find her, she would be found in the park, wrapped in a heavy dark cloak, a book on her knees.

Perhaps she needs the sun today. ]

[Sam has actually been back in Asgard for a few hours. It's taken him that much to wander around and get his bearings -- and, as such, he has found himself in the library, where he spent much of his time when he was first here.

He figures it's a good place for people to know and find him, should anyone want to talk to him.

-- or something.

He offers his bracelet a warm, but tired smile -- kind of like he's just run a marathon without more than a few pauses to catch his breath. Still, Sam seems to be in good spirits, and it shows in his tone.]

Anyone volunteering information?

[We'll see who is still here and who isn't.]

[For some, the individual who appears on the screen will be familiar; for others, less so. He's not particularly remarkable, expression calm and voice even, though his stare might be a little more intense than a normal person's usually is.]

I did not expect to find myself here once again.

[He has a brown duffel bag in his arms, just visible at the bottom of the bracelet's screen, which he glances briefly down at before looking back up once again.]

I presume the apocalypse has still not come. Can anyone tell me where we stand as of now in regards to the gods and Ragnarok?

[A pause.]

What day it is would also be of use.

Alright, bitches. I want all ears and eyes on this broadcast.

[ Ash is leaning against the bar at the Roadhouse, all by his lonesome and unaccompanied by Jo Harvelle for the first post since he arrived. Usually when Ash is left in charge, one of two things can happen: nothing gets done at all, or things get destroyed. Lucky for Asgard (and for Jo), he's opted for the former. The building is all in one piece and still fairly clean aside from Ash's own empty glasses and cans piled up nearby. ]

Jo's around somewhere. She's gone off to join the It's a Small World chorus or something. I dunno. But until she decides to grace us with her colorful presence again, Doctor Badass is in charge. [ He throws up his arms for effect. It's a big deal, guys. ]

Which means free drinks all around if you get your asses over here in time. I'm not gonna ask for ID. I haven't got time for that. but, uh, you've gotta at least look seventeen. Don't need any five year olds tryin' to slip past me to use the karaoke machine, alright. I'm sharper than that.

{OOC| and if you truly want an open log to try to stop Ash from being an awful bartender, let me know. I'd be happy to put one up. }

[Even though you can't tell from the feed, Dean is sitting alone in an empty house. It's dark, most of the light coming from the screen itself, and it glints off a nearly empty bottle that he's got in one hand. His eyes are downcast, hidden from view, as he slowly rubs the bottom of the bottle against his knee. Everything is dead quiet apart from the soft swish of whisky and the brush of denim.]

Sam had more friends than me, so I'm sure lotsa you will be sad to hear he's gone...

[He takes a drink from the bottle, throat moving as he chugs for a few seconds. If you manage to catch a glimpse of his eyes from the right angle, they might look glassy.]

Cas and Daphne and Mary and John are all gone to. Think Jo went grey.

text; filter; New Camelot

can't afford this house alone
not even with jo if she comes back
got any room?

[As the feed comes up, you can see one (1) Jo Harvelle sitting at what looks to be a large wooden counter. The room behind her looks to be an empty biker bar. Which, it kind of is. Or was. In its original form. Jo's sitting at the counter with the majority of the empty building behind her. Her elbows are resting on the wooden surface, she has what looks like a microphone in her right hand and is looking over to her right. Behind her you can see Ash, who is standing and singing quite passionately into his microphone.]

And I need you now tonight, and I need you more than ever. And if you only hold me tight, we'll be holding on forever!

[Jo is smiling and seems quite content with the world, noticing a moment later that the bracelet is on and turning back to it. Ash continues with his award-winning performance, hair-flips, knee-slides, air-guitars and all.]

Oh right, well. Hey Asgard. Turns out I've been kinda busy over the past week or so. A pet project of mine. I want to welcome y'all to The Roadhouse. My mom ran one of these back home and I-

I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark, we're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks. I really need you tonight!

[She shakes her head.]

Anyway. It's up and running, now. In the Thor District. Ash wanted to try out the karaoke machine, so I figured why not make it a kinda Grand Opening sorta thing? We've got booze and some snacks and all the good music you could ask for.

As far as I can tell there's no real drinking age in Asgard, but I don't want any kids hanging around. I'm not gonna seriously enforce anything, but I will kick you out if I need to. That goes for both kids and adults and everything in between. But come on by whenever, we'll be here all night.

[Back-ground Ash looks relatively distressed, pointing up at the screen and over at Jo, totally oblivious or possibly totally uncaring of the open feed.]

Jo, Jo that's your part. Jo!

[Jo just kind of waves him off. Ash if frantic for another moment but picks back up where he left off when the vocals return.]

We're gonna need some staff - waitresses, bartenders if you've got experience, maybe even a chef if there's one out there. Neither Ash nor I know how to cook anything fancy, so until then we've got bar-nuts and french fries.

Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark. Nothing I can say, a total eclipse of the heart.

[Jo actually does look over to her right at that point, giving an applause as the song fades out before she comes back to the bracelet.]

The music selection on this thing is awesome by the way. But yeah, come on by when you like. The Roadhouse is open for business.

We built this city-

[Her eyes widen immediately as she stands, looking back over at the machine.]

Oh no, we are not doing this again-



[ filtered to TFW, New Camelot + Buffy ]

[This message comes by a little later, and it's after Jo's turned down the volume on the karaoke machine. Ash is probably still fiddling with it, but you can't really tell. She's smiling, obviously proud of herself.]

Just wanna let y'all know that this place- [she motions upwards, meaning the bar] is open for everyone. Feel free to hang out, use it for whatever, and drinks are on the house. Except for Cas - if you plan on getting smashed, you'll have to pay for it. I don't have enough liquor for you.

Back home this place, or it's counter-part at least, served as a home for hunters who were on jobs. It was my home, Ash's too, and now I want to open it up to y'all. So...yeah. That was about it.

See ya when you come by.



[ ooc: Ash and Jo are both open to replies! But Jo more likely than Ash, seeing as he has a new karaoke machine and therefore new high scores to settle with it.

But this acts as the grand opening post for The Roadhouse, a bar that Jo has built to mimic the one her mom ran back home. All the information is there, as well as a place for hiring. Jo needs some helping hands, but first dibs go to CR she already has. Unless you're a cook, which in that case PLEASE COME HELP.

I've set up a log here for all Grand Opening shenanigans, so feel free to come by and. Well. Shenanigan-it-up. There is a karaoke machine, pool tables, a shuffle board table, darts, alcohol, and even a dance floor.]

[Guess who's back? Backs again? John is back....and he's clearly very confused, tell a friend. He's seated in front of Thor, reluctant to go in until he know more about just what the hell is going on.]

Okay, obviously I've been missing for a while, but...

[He trails off with a frustrated sigh. He runs a hand through his hair, scanning the street in front of him. Something's different, he knows it.]

Did the war happen while I was gone?

[ Hi, Asgard. I'm not sure how odd this picture is for most of you, but have some skinny guy with the most glorious mullet you will ever lay eyes on. Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie would be the best description, right down to the poor wardrobe choice. It doesn't help that he's already found Crowley's old bar and is posting from there, but at least he looks to be cheerful and well-settled. ]

Buenos dias, bitches. Now, apparently, if you're gonna go by Jo Harvelle's watch, I'm pretty damn late. I say her watch is a couple months too fast. Gods, man. No real sense of Earthly time.

[ He pauses to drain his glass of beer in a long, seemingly endless gulp. ]

No worries, though. Doctor Badass is in now. Party can really get started.

{OOC| That is, assuming Crowley's old bar is still in operation? It was on the list okay I do what I want.}