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text: river
Belva: did you get home ok? x
River: i did, can’t sleep though. i’m sensing a pattern. how are you doing?
Belva: that's good
Belva: don't blame you for not being able to sleep tbh
Belva: i'm ok. thinking about what would happen if roman just kicked everybody out and boarded the house up
Text || Emmy & River
Emmy: Has anyone ever told you that your feet smell?
message ✈️ river
MIA: river! i tried to get to your new room the other day and got horribly lost
MIA: we need to grab dinner together soon, okay? i wanna hear all about your summer! xx
@RiverCF: @StefanHood @RomanHood @KatarinaHood
@StefanHood: @RiverCF omg let us live.
Take me to the River || Dean and John S.
John didn’t want to admit it, but he was looking for Irene Adler. And he really didn’t want to admit it, but he was getting increasingly worried as he scoured the town and the networks and saw no sign of her.
He’d woken in town with the aftermath of the dream tasting like blood and ashes in his mouth. Disturbingly, he’d also woken up with his suit stained red by blood and soaked through with seawater. Considering that he’d also been mysteriously teleported the town, it might have the Pocket playing its practical jokes, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that there was more to it than that. The dream had felt so real.
Initial relief at finding the rest of the Pocket denizens alive and well had faded quickly after he realised that he’d seen no sign of Dean or Irene. Irene was typically difficult to locate, but he suspected that he knew where Dean would be.
Particularly since the Impala appeared to be parked outside the bar again. Bar. Saloon? He supposed it was the latter, with the entire western theme running through the area. It even had the swingy doors that made for a great entrance, provided you didn’t smack yourself in the face with them.
He couldn’t resist adjusting the stetson that he wasn’t wearing, before shoving said doors open and stepping into the gloom of the bar. “Dean Winchester,” he called out. “You’d better be here, or help me, I’m not going to know how to explain this to your younger brother.”
On hindsight, not quite the grand entrance he’d planned. It had all sounded better in his head.
[Direct SMS] Sent to: D
D: If this is you I’m going to beat you up im so mad.
T: who else would it be, darling
[text]: Girl, get ready cause we are hitting the club tonight. [text]: And I don't have to say it, but wear something that's going to leave us all gagging.
[text]: Just tell me when and where and you know i’m there. Oh, that’s a given ;)
[Direct SMS] Sent to: D
Tate: DONT MAKE FUN OF MY CUCUMBER MASKS
Tate: dick
