Haven't you seen a spindle before?

[paradisamods]

And haven't you seen how dull and dreary the castle seems of late? The white walls seem almost grey and the marble floors have lost their shine. Even the chandeliers seem made of grimy glass. Perhaps that drowsy spell has even the mighty castle in its grasp. What a thought!

But today the sleepers have risen, all of them feeling an indelible call to shuffle and stumble toward the Insolitus. There is something most precious to them hiding behind that named door, and they would do all they can to protect it. Their eyes may be closed shut, their movements hindered by sleep, but they are keenly aware of anyone seeking to harm their most beloved treasure.

Voices of many sleepers, all of them monotonous, speak in unison:

“ You should have let sleeping dogs lie. ”
LINKS: OUTSIDE THE DOOR | TALK TO THE ENEMY | FIGHT THE ENEMY (Keep this to one thread!) | Start your own as you please!

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[paradisamods]

[ It giggles like a child, even placing the sharp end of that spindle to its lips to bite on it. ]

Yes! I know you and you and everyone! [ it points at each of them in turn. ]

[onlyanapple]

[He hates this place, sometimes.]

Well, that's not creepy at all.

[He glances to Meg.] A bottle of vodka that it's an eldritch abomination.

[putuporshutup]

[Oh good, maybe he'll slip and stab himself in face with it. She could help with that, y'know.]

Eh. I've seen creepier. Pretty good though. Well played, Paradisa.

[She snorts] Guess I owe you a bottle of Vodka, this one's defintely a special snowflake.

[paradisamods]

[ It scowls, rising to its feet to stand all three-feet tall. ]

Who're you calling eldritch? That's not my name.

[onlyanapple]

[Someone, it's so tiny. He resists the urge to punt it, no good can come of that.]

It's a big word, you probably wouldn't know it. But I'll bite, what is your name?

About as special as snowflakes get, I think.

[putuporshutup]

[Meg clenches her fist to keep from the temptation of twirling her hand and turning the thing's guts inside out. Probably not the best idea.

She chuckles at Crowley and turns her attention back to the little mutation.]

Whoosh.

[paradisamods]

[ That's assuming there's anything to punt or any guts to turn upside down, though it looks as substantial as anything. It plucks at the strings wound about the spindle and bites its lips in expectation. ]

My old one is so boring. Why don't you give me a new one?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley makes a pantomime of tapping down his jacket and pockets. ]

Funny enough, I'm fresh out of spindles on account of me not being a spindle-playing-with weirdo.

[putuporshutup]

[Meg eyes the thing suspiciously. This could easily be an illusion or a distraction to detract from something else happening, but the thing is so oddly captivating she can't help but stare.]

I don't think that's what it means...

[paradisamods]

[ Yes Crowley, that's not what it means. It stomps its foot with as much petulance as a child being denied candy on its birthday party. ]

I want a name! I want a new name.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley pulls a face, before shrugging.]

Pick one for yourself. No matte what me or Meg pick, you'll end up hating it one day and we'll have all the blame. I'm not redy for that kind of commitment.

[putuporshutup]

[She shakes her head slowly.]

Yeah, you're barkin' up the wrong tree. Stop your damn whining.

[paradisamods]

[ So the whining doesn't work. The smile returns to its face, placid. ]

I have something you want. If you give me a name.

shhh going to bed for real now

[onlyanapple]

Unless you've got a good aged wine hidden somewhere on your person, kid, I highly doubt that.

lies

[putuporshutup]

[Her heart almost leaps out of her chest, and she can't help the first thought that crosses her mind.

Cas.

No. She takes a steadying breath.]

You don't have anything I want.

damn lies and statistics

[paradisamods]

[ It sticks out a tongue. ]

Wine is easy! Even the castle can do that.

it was not a lie so HAHAHAHAHA

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley glances at Meg out of the corner of his eye, before focusing on the kid. Or not kid.]

Then you're playing with an empty hand, kid.

whateva whateva

[putuporshutup]

[She glances back, super fucking unsure what they're dealing with, but not letting it show... much.]

You said you know who we are, but you don't seem to get that it's impossible to tempt a demon. We invented that shit.

[paradisamods]

[ It pouts and scowls and pulls the threads apart from the spindle. ]

I don't like demons. You won't even play with me! Let's play!

[onlyanapple]

Some of us more so than others. [Now is not the time to be pedantic, Crowley.]

I don't think so. I don't 'play'.