1st Hunt ✖ Action/Dictated

[lovemesomepie]

( Arrival )

[A little later, Dean's had time to discover the journal and take some time to really flip through it. He's settled in the Lobby, having checked the nearest entrances and exits: back outside or up staircases he's not sure he wants to go up yet. Not without a plan, at least. He still doesn't like what he's read. This castle seems more like a witch he'd hunt than anything, or the work of some douchebag angel.]

Look. I did my research, got the memo. Sentient castle, grants wishes, raises hell. Regular little carnival of fun you got goin' here.

But I'm not starrin' in another Shack in the Forest. Alright? [Snort.] I've got enough crap on my plate already.

Now. I know there's a bunch of ya. We can worry about how many later. But one of you musta seen my brother, Sam - ten feet tall, needs a haircut? Or my friend Cas. Castiel. Tax accountant in a trench coat, stares into your soul? If either of you are out there, you got some serious explainin' to do.

In the meantime, where can a guy get a little Jimmy Buffet around here? Far cry from paradise, but I could do with a beer and a burger.

((On his way into the Castle, in the Lobby, or simply over the journal - just specify.))

031 Summons ❈ Dictated ❈ or Action (Backdated to Oct. 8th)

[rose_of_battle]

[Two weeks. It's been two weeks of silence. A silence that's slowly being broken by a dream. Only it's not a dream. It's a rush of memories. Of final moments of anger and terror. Memories that quickly fade like a dream does in the daylight as the realization that she was feeling--feeling--something beneath her. And over her.

Eyes snapping open, she sits up, gasping and disoriented as she tries to bring the dream back while tightly gripping the blankets of her bed. Her bed. After a moment, she realizes she's in her room at the castle and she's filled with an unexplained dread and fear. Still foggy, she hurries out of bed--throwing her journal to the floor in the process--and stands on wobbly legs, saying the first thing that comes to mind in a rough--though familiar--voice unaware that others can hear it.]

I want a new room.

[After that, she heads out, stopping to turn and look at the bed once more and taking a step back at the feeling of terror that fills her--almost rendering her immobile. But it's the anger that follows it that gets her moving. Something terrible had happened to her--that much she knows--but what, she has no clue. She only knows that whatever it was, it had happened in her room and she really doesn't want to be there right now.

Her stomach tells her where to head and soon, she's in the kitchen, fixing food and dictating into her journal.]

( Friends...lend me your ears )

[ooc: Sheena's back! You can talk to her over the journal, or catch her in the kitchen! And like the filter says: if she's spoken to you--either in a world change or not--she considers you a friend.

EDIT: Adding that she doesn't know anything about anyone else being murdered, since she hasn't checked the journal yet, so feel free to tell her!]