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[strangelic]

I want to--Um...

I feel like life would be improved here if we all played more games, and... [ Kate, why are you making him do this? ] I-I wanted to ask if anyone else had any games that they could teach us. Party games, this time, not card games. Like Twister.

[ He glances off screen cautiously, then looks back, trying to seem more courageous on the subject than he is. ]

Kate thinks that life here would be much improved if we all played more together, and I have to agree with her. Play is important...for the well being of people, especially those who don't have anything else to occupy their time.

So...that is to say, if we could organize a...party, I suppose, everyone would be invited. We could hold it at the bar.

[ Yep, that's it. ]

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[kickingand]

[ Dean still didn't feel like he could take a breath. It felt as if something had jammed up hard inside of his lungs, was situated right beneath his rib cage, sitting hard and fast and refusing to dislodge. He couldn't pull himself free from his insides and no matter what he tried, no matter what he thought or didn't think - all the words he wasn't saying - nothing was removing it and he was petrified. It didn't help that Cas kept compounding it with more words upon words, that everything had to mean a hundred times more than he could bear and so it remained heavier and heavier until Dean was sure he was going to snap.

But at least he backed off for now.

At least there was that.

Dean remained stoically broken, his expression falling nervously flat, edgy and still torrentously upset. He wanted to storm out, wanted to give himself room, but instead he made his way closer, picking up a book along the way and tossing it in his palm. If he wasn't going to storm out then this would have to do for now, and he flipped open the pages, ruffling through even more alien language. ]

Sure.