Hunters Anonymous (OPEN)

[righteously]

WHO: Dean & Open - Mingle it up!
WHEN: late May
WHERE: the Horizon - Roadhouse Edition
WHAT: Starting a Hunters Anonymous Support Group
WARNINGS: drinking and murder, mostly.

( It starts out with just a couple of people. Dean, obviously, because it's his bar. Eventually Geralt, followed by one of Geralt's other hunting buddies — and then another, and then before you know it there's a handful of hunters all swapping stories about the crap they've seen out in the wilds.

It's about the time Dean makes to take out a notebook and honest to god start writing some of this crap down that two things hit him — First, this is actually really freakin' useful. Second, it feels right. The Roadhouse here may be fake, but this is what the real one would've been like. This is what it was meant for. This is the most real this place has been since he got here.

So he runs it by Geralt, and puts out an APB.

Harvelle's Roadhouse is officially open for business — and not just of the drinking variety.

Mind the jukebox. )

NOTES: This is an open mingle, so feel free to top-level below! The idea here is to open up the Roadhouse for hunter-types to use as a central meeting place or base of operations for anyone who desires to, so feel free to use it as a backdrop for any threads whenever. Obviously non-hunter people are welcome to see the message and wander in whenever they want, too! Info on the Roadhouse can be found here. Hit me up at paingravy for anything you need any time.

Comments

[itookashot]

( Six Flags in the Horizon would be amazing. At the least a roller coaster. Jesper is amazed by televisions and playing music, so every new piece of technology he learns about remains incredible. He grimaces in sympathy when he brings up his brother, it's hard when it comes to family. He misses his dad, yes, although he misses his friends more. He's used to missing Colm. )

That's shite, about your brother, sorry.

( He's not going to say no Sam doesn't think that. He probably does. Dean's a hunter and he goes missing for a year? That would only mean one thing. )

I was about to have a better life. After not the best ten years or so, I met this lovely boy with a lovely mansion, and I was going to try and learn how to play nice and be his live-in boyfriend.

( Frankly, it seems all very ridiculous from where he stands now. Jesper wonders why he thought he could do that, if he thought it was possible. He's been here for five or six months and every moment he's wanted to get back to being a mercenary. Maybe it would be easier with Wylan, but he has less rose-colored glasses on at the moment. Eventually he might get tired of that life too. )

So you'd go back if you could? Wonder why none of us have tried to learn the spell and get back.