"Uuugh, this is ridiculous!" Irma complained, looking at the latest set of slop on her tray. While she'd enjoy hanging around the W.I.T.C.H. Bus, she was hoping today was one of those days where everyone could get something non-glop.

Today wasn't it.

"Hate to sound like Corny, but I'd REALLY kill for some REAL food!" She poked her glop and watched it wiggle. Looking around, she glanced at the others and saw them just... eat it. Taking it like men. And women. And whatever.

Okay, I think it's time to have a bit of fun here. she thought. Grabbing the slop, she looked around briefly... and let the slop FLY.

(OoC: Alright, pretty much just have fun, guys! Irma's letting the first shot go and anyone can respond. Start new threads, jump into existing ones - just have fun! We need it!)

So do hunters, and Dean had some time to get past the Nightmare King business. The routine of Security duty helped a little, but he was starting to get itchy to do more again. He missed the familiarity of seeking out a new case, and putting down an evil fugly. Even a simple salt and burn would be soothing to him. At very least he wanted to keep his senses sharp, so he set up a combination hunting practice simulation and an obstacle course in the Sensoriums.

This way, he had a variety of monsters to look for, and take out. At the moment, he was seeking out a black dog.

EDIT: For a moment, Dean grasped his head, and staggered. Something was wrong, something was really wrong, and he didn't have any idea why. But it felt like the emptiness in his gut just widened a bit further, and it took him a moment to focus on the hunt again.