to all;

[righteously]

Most of you long-timers know this already, so this is more a PSA for the folks we've gotten over the last few months that might not be aware yet.

My name's Dean. Me and Jo run a dive bar in the Horizon called the Roadhouse. It's wide open to any summoned that feels like swinging in. If you like decent imaginary beer or playing imaginary pool, you're welcome any time. If neither of us are behind the bar, it's self-serve.

Also, don't touch the jukebox or I'll kill you.

The main clientele we cater to is hunters, so we've got a board where people can leave a heads-up about anything monster-y you happen to run across out there in whatever faction you're holed up in. If you're looking for tips on a job, odds are you'll find somebody seasoned here to hook you up.

If you're a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed up-and-comer looking for a career change, look somewhere else. This ain't a recruitment ad.

( ooc: this is your helpful periodic reminder that The Roadhouse is wide open for anyone to use as a setting for their threads, if you're looking for a Horizon-neutral domain to use as an excuse for two characters to meet, or you need a neat backdrop with a dartboard, feel free to make use of it! The Jo player and I are also totally cool with handwaving Dean and Jo serving anyone that looks over the age of 18. Hit me on plurk at paingravy for any questions! )

Comments

[restingstitchface]

Hardly.

But I think the man who covered your symbol had his reasons.

[Hello, Blake. Did you cause drama?]

[righteously]

Oh did he?
Any hypothesis on what those reasons might be, Doc?

[restingstitchface]

I do not discuss my patients over the network, Mr. Winchester.

Nor in person.

[righteously]

Oh, so you're a "doctor" doctor.

[restingstitchface]

Yes, a psychiatrist.

[righteously]

Yeah
a "doctor"
you do acupuncture too?

[restingstitchface]

Only on Sundays.

[righteously]

Sounds great, you take Aetna?

[restingstitchface]

No.

[righteously]

Good, 'cause I don't got it

private;

[oversight]

Stop it. I am not your patient.

private;

[restingstitchface]

There is a reason you keep visiting, detective.

private;

[oversight]

I'm surprised by that spin. To anyone else, you wouldn't be so charitable to use those words about me.

private;

[restingstitchface]

I used the appropriate word for public communication.

Client implies I care about payment. You know me better than that - just as you know what surprises you is no concern of mine.

private;

[oversight]

Appropriate word, my ass.

Associate.
Companion.
Acquaintance.
Neighbor.
Antagonist.

There are a lot of alternatives.

private;

[restingstitchface]

Not one of which describes the fact you bled your heart out on my couch.

[Do you remember lying on the couch and speaking about your feelings, Blake? Cause he does.]

private;

[oversight]

I think you called that whinging, didn't you?

private;

[restingstitchface]

So what if I did?

private;

[oversight]

That was your professional diagnosis?

private;

[restingstitchface]

No it was my opinion.

Not that I lack a diagnosis.

private;

[oversight]

I'm sure you don't.

private;

[restingstitchface]

I would face that challenge. But I am not a betting man.

Are you?

private;

[oversight]

No.

private;

[restingstitchface]

No, you're an anxious one.

[Guess what his diagnosis is!]

private;

[oversight]

And so are you. Who isn't?