07th Landing . video . sleepover spam!!

[landfall]

Okay, hi, everyone who doesn't know: I'm Racetrack, I'm a pilot, I'm a warden, all of you are incredibly annoying and cute. I've got twelve bunks, sleepover at my place. There will be cards. Candy. Pizza? Stuffed animals.

Maladicta, Dean Winchester, Felix Gaeta, Ryan Hardy, if you are younger than 18, I require your attendance.

[ open spam ]

[ ...no really, Racetrack's door is open, and the bunkroom within is totally open. There are mounds of Zodiac-themed stuff piled on the center table and in the corners, and they include pretty much everything Zodiac-themed you could possibly imagine.

Racetrack is supervising. Have fun? ]

Comments

[landfall]

I said, and I'm way smarter than the idiot who dragged you here as a kid, so come on down and have pizza.

If you're so great at taking care of yourself, maybe you can help me take care of anyone else who shows.

[surfaceshine]

I have to talk to Cain first. Then we'll see. [Sigh. He will definitely have to go down there and take care of some stupid kids.]

...if a kid named Sammy shows up looking for me because he heard you tell me to come down there, will you keep him there?

[landfall]

I will. No problem.

You're a good kid. Sammy's your brother?

[surfaceshine]

[Dean doesn't appear to know what to do with being told he's a good kid, but he decides neither to argue nor thank her.]

Yeah. He's five, and he never shuts up. He'll probably be looking for me, too.

[landfall]

A lotta five-year-olds are like that. They haven't gotten over being babies. Babies love to have everyone paying attention to them.

[surfaceshine]

[Oh man, Racetrack, you don't even know.]

He loves when other people pay attention to him. He talks too much, but he's usually polite, too, anyway.