#ofmvoonlight

[holy-rovia]

jesus + daryl

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Jesus had long since given up hope of seeing any of his friends in Sallow Hills. Intellectually, he knew that not everyone had to die to get here like he had (in fact, from what he could tell, more people didn't than did), but he still couldn't shake the feeling that it would work that way for them. Maybe it was just something he told himself to comfort himself since there was no way to know how they were really doing, but if never seeing them again meant that they lived long, happy lives, then he could live with that. He still kept an eye out for them at the housing office and the B&B, and Ahsoka knew the major names he'd be looking for, but it was without any real expectation.

He'd never been the type to put a lot into the holidays anyway, and if he threw himself a little harder into work than he needed to this time of year, that was nobody's business but his. There was always plenty to do, and between helping to rebuild the Drowned Prince and organizing holiday activities at the White Rabbit and the community center, it had been longer than he'd have liked since he'd been out to the cathedral to check on the revenants. They'd never been significant problem in the four years he'd been living here, but after experiencing a zombie apocalypse, he couldn't help the need to keep careful watch over them.

[murderxhusbands]

penny + your choice!

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The election had been chaotic even for Penny, who kind of thrived on having too much to do. The loss didn't hit her too hard, since she'd never expected to win in the first place. She trusted Guinevere with the job, probably would have voted for her herself if she and Baz hadn't been running, and they'd learned a ton in case they ever wanted to try something like that again.

Things had settled a little, but the feeling of burnout persisted. She was wandering sort of aimlessly through one of the shops, tucking comfort food into her basket, when she came upon some Christmas decorations. She ran her fingers lightly over a piece of garland, turning over the idea in her mind. Christmas actually sounded kind of nice, and maybe decorating would give everyone a little boost of holiday cheer.

[loki-thedeceiver]

@ofmvoonlight​ for Magnus

There was quite a lot for the God of Mischief not to like about being trapped in a small town in Wales. Surprisingly, there were also things that they had found they liked. The arrival of Jack had improved their existence immensely, a kindred spirit always doing wonders. Add in the torment of Armes Sallow? They were practically floating about in delight. 

But there were still times they were filled with absolute boredom and this was one of those. They regularly did their makeup with a glamour, simply because they liked the way it looked. But there were times when the memory of their mother rode high, a vanity of pots and vials and pans, and they were sorely tempted. But... effort. 

The window of makeup caught their eye and they sighed softly, memory and desire rolled into one. While they had many skills, that was not one of them. “I don’t have the patience for that.” Their face was as close to a pout as they really got...ever.

[holy-rovia]

magnus & jesus

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There were a lot of things Jesus had learned to live without during an apocalypse that were readily available in Sallow Hills, things he tried not to take for granted now that he was somewhere with actual resources and infrastructure. Coffee had been one of those things, not at all essential and even when they could find it, it was usually nothing like the real thing. At least once a week, he stopped into Caffi Rhees for a cup. He didn’t know whether it was actually better than anything he’d had before the zombie outbreak or just his memory playing tricks on him, but it was worth the small indulgence.

A lot of faces were familiar to him after three years and from working through housing, but this one was more recent. The carnival had brought a lot of new acquaintances and refreshed his memory on some names. Magnus would have stood out with his glittery eyeshadow and his amazing hair, even if he hadn't been kind enough to do a magic demonstration for him the last time they met. It wasn't something Jesus was likely to forget. He picked up his to-go cup with an easy smile. "Hey. I don't think I caught your name the other day. We met at the carnival."

[murderxhusbands]

@ofmvoonlight​ for mickey

Technically, Penelope was loitering around the Town Hall, and around Michael Monroe's office in particular. She didn't have any official business there--she'd never even met the guy--but she was hoping to talk to him at some point, or possibly with Armes again if that failed. Someone had to know something about this town. Someone did. Possibly more than one someone. It was just a matter of finding the right person and asking the right questions at the right time, and from what she heard, Mayor Monroe had been around for years.

She was perched on a chair in the hall, one leg tucked under her, an open notebook on her lap. She did want to take notes in the event she ever got to talk to anyone, but right now, she was just doodling in the margins. There was a very bad sketch of the WereSkunk they'd encountered in America, but probably only Penny would recognize it as such. She'd never claimed any great skill as an artist.

[vvolfstare]

steve rogers + your choice!

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There were a lot of strange things about Sallow Hills that Steve had learned to ignore if he wanted any measure of peace of mind, but missing people weren't something he could let slide. He'd taken part in the search parties last Halloween when it had been kids that were going missing, and it seemed like the least he could do now that the town was making serious efforts toward regular searches. He'd gladly volunteer his time for that. It wasn't like he was putting those super soldier abilities to much other use here, aside from hauling twelve Christmas trees into his house.

The meetings had been rather chaotic at first, but he thought they were making real progress at this point. It was clear Jesus really cared about the town, and the group was working out volunteer groups and strategies for searching the more difficult areas within the barrier, like the woods. He trickled out of the community center with the rest of the group when the meeting ended and checked his phone, catching someone's eye and offering a smile as he tucked it back into his pocket.

[vvaywardhunter]

castiel + your choice!

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Castiel usually found time in his week to sit outside and listen in on the invisible frequency angels at home used to communicate. More than a year here had proven there was never anything to hear on it, and he wasn't entirely convinced it would be a good thing if he ever did. He hadn't left things on the best terms with his siblings. It was mostly an excuse to pray to Jack and update him on their lives here though. He had no reason to believe his son could hear him, since he never got an answer back, but with Jack's power upgrade he had no reason to believe he couldn't either.

He'd lapsed into silence for a few minutes, merely enjoying the relative quiet of the park and taking the opportunity to respond to Dean's texts with more nonsensical emojis or gifs. He was in no rush to leave. It was one of the nice things about this place. Aside from his partner and their jobs and their few friends, he didn't have a lot of pressing responsibilities. He tilted his head as a new sound disturbed the quiet, a strange, almost unearthly singing. "Can you hear that?" Castiel's hearing was better than a human’s; he didn't think it was only in his mind, but it was difficult to pinpoint its location.

[holy-rovia]

will & jesus

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Evenings at the White Rabbit had been packed for most of the month. Much as Jesus enjoyed the atmosphere of a party, or used to, he sometimes found it difficult to be surrounded on all sides by people. He'd been in the middle of too many zombie outbreaks or outright hoards to enjoy having people at his back, and the last time he had, he'd been literally stabbed in the back.

The door was too far for him to want to fight his way through the crowd just now, so he found an out of the way corner to put his back to a wall for a few minutes. He hadn't had a panic attack in a crowd since he first got here, but it still took a moment of slow breaths to realize he wasn't the only one hiding. "Hey, you okay?"