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hh_mirror2011-01-22 02:06 am
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[Open RP] The first episode is always the most boring...
So Kaga had been eating dinner and wondering when Hogwarts had TVs in the Great Hall, or whether they would even work.
Then the first episode of Hat Shore began.
Kaga had wrinkled his nose at the idea. He doesn't watch much TV (there were better things to do) but he was aware of the concept of reality tv and found it distasteful. Sure, by technicality Iron Chef and its international spinoffs were reality shows too, but at least he and his nephew made them classy, damnit!
He nearly spat out his food when he saw Yukimura, then Kuronue on screen. As Ariane appeared and explained things to them, he realized that this was another experiment of the Sorting Hat's (yes, he's heard of the village of tents and mass weddings).
He continued to watch in horrified, fascinated pity as the episode played out.
[[Kaga needs someone to be horrified with. :P]]
Then the first episode of Hat Shore began.
Kaga had wrinkled his nose at the idea. He doesn't watch much TV (there were better things to do) but he was aware of the concept of reality tv and found it distasteful. Sure, by technicality Iron Chef and its international spinoffs were reality shows too, but at least he and his nephew made them classy, damnit!
He nearly spat out his food when he saw Yukimura, then Kuronue on screen. As Ariane appeared and explained things to them, he realized that this was another experiment of the Sorting Hat's (yes, he's heard of the village of tents and mass weddings).
He continued to watch in horrified, fascinated pity as the episode played out.
[[Kaga needs someone to be horrified with. :P]]
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"The ironic thing," he added after a moment, "is that if Dean weren't a participant in this show, watching it would probably keep him harmlessly occupied for some time."
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Sam thought for a moment, "We probably can't get a television installed in our room, but I bet there might be enough on the laptop to keep him amused for awhile." He really didn't want to spend hours listening to Dean watch reruns of Dr Sexy, but if it kept him out of trouble, he'd adjust.
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"That would be a good idea." He glanced back up at the screen, and his eyes widened. "Uh. Sam...?" The door to Room #5 was visible in the background. It was covered in dark magical sigils and runes. Glittery, rhinestone-studded scribings of darkest eldritch sorcery. And also disturbingly mutilated paper dolls.
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His eyes followed the angel's and he frowned. "What the.. son of a bitch. Do they have any idea what they're doing there?"
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Sam looked around, worried. How were they supposed to warn the people in the house that something was about to go terribly wrong?
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As they sat and contemplated just how to get a warning to Dean, a house elf flapped over to the table and deposited haphazard stack of fliers (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1998078.html) in the middle of the table before wandering off to continue it's duties of posting them on all visible surfaces. "Hn. Well that'll take care of that. We can shoot her an owl and let her know about the runes."
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And then Beowulf, resplendent in bedazzled underdrawers, launched into a rousing soliloquy (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1996526.html?thread=112904942#t112904942) about the manliness of his taco and that thoroughly perplexed look was back on the angel's face, and not likely to disappear any time in the immediate future. "Sam. You're positive this isn't some human thing I'm failing to grasp?" He really, really hoped not.
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Sam stared while Beowulf waxed poetic about his taco before the camera swung around to show the orange streaked cat getting sucked into a portal with...animated turkeys? His mouth opened, shut, then opened again before he could finally muster a response.
"No, Cas. I'm positive. This is pure Hat induced what-the-fuckery. Even human television wasn't this cracked." Ok, Dr Sexy was pretty weird, and then there were the two little goofballs on Ghostfacers, but this was beyond any weirdness Sam had seen since the incident with the wishing well (http://www.tv.com/supernatural/wishful-thinking/episode/1230382/recap.html?tag=episode_recap;recap) and the suicidal teddy bear.
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"Dean's a good guy, but he can be.. frustrating. Venting helps."
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"...oh, good. He seems to have calmed down. (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1996526.html?thread=112912622#t112912622)"
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Forehead met palm as his brother stalked outside to try and pound his way out of the dome. "Seriously, Dean?"
Relieved to see that Dean was starting to finally settle down, Sam turned towards Castiel, "I hate that he's stuck in there on his birthday. We should do something for him when he gets out."
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Since the subject had come up, he added, "When is yours, and do you know your father's or Bobby's?" He didn't want to be caught unprepared again.
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“We can probably just get together with some beer and a couple of burgers rather than a cake. After this whole mess,” he waved a hand at one of the televisions, “Dean’ll probably want a little quiet time with the family, even if he refuses to admit it.”
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He smiled quietly at Sam's suggested. "I'd like that, too." He might never admit it, but sometimes he missed running the roads in that slow, confining automobile with his friends, stopping at whatever questionable hole-in-the-wall eatery they came across and listening bemusedly to the conversation he only half comprehended.