bad rap

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bad rap

The things we become known for aren’t always what we’d like to be known for. Reputations are hard to run from. Sometimes they’re not even deserved. So here’s your chance to set the record straight. Clear up some misplaced assumptions, debunk any rumours about yourself and defy your stereotypes.

how to play:

Top level with some aspect of your character's reputation they might be trying to shake. Maybe it's something they're tired of people assuming about them, blaming them for, or pigeonholing them into, etc. Say it in person or over text.

Comment on any surprising, or not so surprising declarations.

Comments

[messenger]

[ he's gonna do it, dean. you can't stop him. he has his own laptop you can't lock that one too. ]

Still... [ he's got a thoughtful look on his face. ] I'd like to see what they have to say about me.

[ lmao. ]

[venatoris]

[ lord help them ]

Well, if they're your fans it's gotta be good.

[ right?? ]

[messenger]

[ he won't. chuck is actually somewhere laughing right now. ]

That's what I'm led to believe.

[ they are both idiots. ]

[venatoris]

[ yes. yes they are. ]

Okay. Where's your laptop? Lets have a look.

[messenger]

Ah, I'll get it—

[ cas flutters there and back in the span of a few seconds, his laptop tucked under an arm. he sets it down on the library table and opens the lid, perching in a nearby chair with plenty of room for dean beside him. he glances up. ]

What should we search for?

[ he's still not entirely comfortable with technology, even if he's gotten a lot of milage out of it lately. ]

[venatoris]

Uuh..

[ Lets see, he found some of the forums last time, but they were mainly between him, sam, and him and sam. gross. ]

Maybe.. 'Castiel stans'?

[messenger]

Alright.

[ he doesn't recognize the terminology, but dean tends to know these things better than him, and so he leans over and types into the keyboard with his brow furrowed. he immediately gets several hits, and actually, they all seem mostly relevant. of course, unlike sam and dean, the name castiel isn't particularly common, so it alone is bound to turn up something.

although he does get several responses peppered between the more relevant results, regarding the angel cassiel, and castiel wonders how the machine makes the connection. he glances to dean. ]

Which one of these links should I choose?

[venatoris]

Uh..maybe just start with the first one?

[ machines are dumb and Dean, squints at the 'correction', then shrugs. ]

Yeah. Try the first one.

[messenger]

[ he starts with the first one, then, which just so happens to be a twitter account. didn't the man he spoke to mention that website? he's really only very vaguely aware of social media. sam and dean don't use it, except sometimes for research. and what he finds there is, um. interesting. to say the least. most of the content is focused on the first few years of his life on earth, owing to the fact the books released never went much further than that. it means most of the discussion is centered around his fall from heaven.

he can't help the way his ears go pink to see people dissecting something so personal. but there's also a strange sense of loyalty there, even approval for his actions— but that's not what surprises him. it's just so strange to see people speak as though they genuinely like him.

his brows furrow together. ]

Didn't you and Sam have to do research for a case that involved Edlund's novels?

so much meta in this thread

[venatoris]

[ They do. A lot of people are just...in love with him.

And shipping him with Dean, which - cute. And expected. ]

God, yeah. I read all of them.

[ It was the most bizarre experience of his life.

Well, that and being in a world where he was some dude named Jensen, but the books, he thinks, were worse. ]

it's giving me a giggle

[messenger]

[ it's a bit odd, yeah. the positive response is almost overwhelming. he can't really take it to heart, since these people don't know him, but he supposes he can give himself enough of a break not to question it too much— it's not like he went into this expecting anything less bizarre. ]

And how'd that go?

[venatoris]

Uh, I mean -- weird? I was full frontal, man. What a pervert.

[ Fucking WEIRDO. ]

[messenger]

[ he gets a faraway look. ]

I enjoyed those books.

[venatoris]

[ He lifts a brow. ]

You read them?

[messenger]

Yes, I read them. They're important works. All angels are at least aware of them.

[ like, duh. he didn't read them just because he enjoyed the pornography. ]

[venatoris]

[ Jesus. His face is burning red. ]

Ugh, all you guys read them?!

[messenger]

Just be glad we weren't watching.

[ because they could have been. ]

[venatoris]

You know, you claim angels aren't perverts, but I'm calling bullshit.

[messenger]

Honestly, I think I'm going to give it to you. Considering Balthazar. And Hannah. And Anna, obviously— [ he rolls his eyes. because they've been there, done that. ]

[venatoris]

[ laugh! ]

Yeah, I think I win that one.

[messenger]

Yes, I think you do.

[ such resignation. ]

[venatoris]

Called it.

[ God he's gonna laugh about this for ages. ]

[messenger]

I still can't believe that Hannah— [ he sighs noisily, shakes his head, and rubs both hands over his face. what do they say about the quiet ones? ] And then she just left.

Angels are a pain. That, at least, is universal.

[venatoris]

Hannah what?

[ Okay but he can SURE agree. ]

Yeah they are. All but you.

[messenger]

No, I disagree. I think I might be the worst out of all of them.

[ he's not going to let himself off easy— but he still rolls his eyes again. ]

She disrobed in front of me. And then later, kissed me.