[ The camera switches on, catching a bit of fence and grass before it swings down, catching a boot up on a rung of the fence. There's more movement before the picture stabilizes, angled down at the ground to catch this sight:

( cut for horse picture )

Behind the camera, Ariadne laughs. ]

She's gorgeous, isn't she?

[ The camera remains fixed on the mare as she finishes rolling and stands back up, shaking herself before walking over to nose at the camera. There's another laugh and Ariadne pulls the device away from the inquisitive nose. ]

She's smart, too. She'll take a halter but I'd appreciate some help training her past that.

[ It stings a little to admit that she might need needs help, but when the horse whickers at her and nudges her again, she's soothed pretty quickly. ]

[So there’s a plate of food partially obscuring the camera’s lense and it’s obvious from the angle that it turned itself on by accident but there in a bar somewhere is Charlie. There are two beer bottles in front of her, both empty. And one in her hand and she’s just sort of holding it, frowning at someone offscreen. They’re speaking, their words partially muffled by the sounds around her, but the faint snatches that are audible are sort of vulgar.]

Man, I am not interested. Please continue o--

[But the man must still be speaking because Charlie’s expression sours even more. She speaks again, voice raising slightly in hopes of getting someone’s attention.] Seriously. Go right the fuck away, now.

[Nope. Drunk bar pervert isn’t done. He even leans into view, clearly shitfaced and Charlie leans away, her grip on the bottle tightening. And again, he’s being a pervert and again Charlie’s expression somehow manages to look even more pissed off. She’s practically yelling, by this point.] Go. Away. I’m not here to be picked up or harassed. Take it elsewhere.

Hey, asshole.

[That tone is clear Brooklyn, cuts through the noise of the bar. A hand reaches out around the guy’s shoulder, pulls him back and away from the shot. He protests, something awkward and pathetic in Bucky’s direction, but he doesn’t really get very far beyond ‘your girlfriend wanted it’, before there’s a thump, the sound of someone’s fist connecting into a jaw. ]

I don’t got the patience for a chump like you, buddy. You don’t wanna see what happens to a guy that pisses me off.

[Charlie, for her part, has been sitting back on her bench as she watched the whole thing. Casual as you please, taking sips of her beer and bites of her food as though this were something on television. One eyebrow raises and she speaks around a small mouthful of food. Manners. What are they?]

Hey, now. Don’t count me out entirely. I coulda handled him. Just good timing that you stepped in, otherwise...[There would have been fire. And she’s smiling slightly, clearly teasing. It’s nice, in her opinion, to have someone looking out for her. She turns her head slightly, the sounds of the fight still coming from somewhere offscreen and her look of amusement gives way to one a little more worried. She turns, looking at Bucky again.]

Bucky. Bucky, the bar owner is coming. I think you---oh, that one looked like it hurt. Are you okay?

Yeah. [He sounds a little out of breath, but victorious anyway. He leans over, and he may have just gotten a fat lip, but he’s grinning slightly. ] C’mon, let’s get out of here before that punk’s friends decide to make it an even fight.

[He could take them, but he isn’t so far gone that he’d let Charlie get hurt in the fray.]

[Charlie’s just glad she had to-go boxes nearby already. That guy had been a persistent ass most of the night and she just wanted to be ready to leave if he got too annoying. The food is dumped in, the lid is closed, money is set down and Charlie reaches for her device. She notices it was on, frowns and switches it off before grabbing Bucky’s hand and pulling him towards the door.]

[ooc: fair warning; here, there be threadjacking from bucky and charlie. and they're mildly intoxicated.]

[Dean is sitting at his desk in the police station when he turns the camera on. He leans over, close to the video and grins.]

Okay, so today is the Sasquatch's birthday and since everyone knows Sam's a big girl, every time you see him, give him a hug. Hell, tell him he's pretty and kiss him for good measure then tonight about seven or so head out to the bar [random npc not quite a dive but almost bar] and come celebrate with us.


[Action]

When people arrive at the bar, Dean will already be there, sitting near the door and drinking a beer. He's bribed the bar owner (and promised he'd clean up after wards) to let him decorate so the place currently looks like it puked up Pepto and sparkles. There's a banner hanging across one wall that says Happy Birthday Princess!! The cake is sitting near the back at a table under the banner. It's huge, in the shape of a princess crown and iced in pink and purple. It says Happy Birthday Sam.

Also, there might be party hats and noisemakers. Dean clearly thinks Sam is a six year old girl.

Mingle, dance, drink and enjoy the party.

It seems that despite being nearly physically perfect and also a god, I am in need of employment.

My Olympian fortunes are nowhere to be found, and the Prince of Power is not a beggar. So instead, I find myself in want of a job. Are there construction firms here? I did my time as a worker of building with Damage Control, for a while. I have experience. Or perhaps some place is in need of a bouncer?