video; around 9 am

[momchester]

[The video opens on the Newcomer Memorial, freshly cleaned, graffiti-free, bearing new names on its endless list. At the base of the memorial is an inexpensive bouquet of flowers with a photo tucked amidst the flowers, and a few large candles flanking the space. As the viewer watches, each candle lights on its own.

The person holding the NV turns it around- it's Mary, looking sobered.]

Today is el Día de los Muertos- the Day of the Dead. In the Roman Catholic tradition, it's just called All Souls Day. It's associated with spirits of the dead who are unable to properly move on because of the weight of some earthly wrongdoing.

[She smiles a little.]

That seems like a description that fits a lot of us. Like... everyone who saw themselves as a corpse yesterday.

This memorial is for everyone who's vanished... but today, I'm setting up my own memorial here. It's for those of us who can't leave, because we don't have a "home" to go back to- because we've died in our old worlds.

It may not be easy to think about, but it matters. For some of us, this is the only life we have. This is our home. I died today, on November 2nd, and it's the one thing I never want to forget.

Anyone who wants can come down and leave something here- it's a free country. And if your situation is like mine, then... maybe it'll help you say goodbye.

Comments

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[motioned]

It doesn't apply to me, but... It seems like you could use some company. Is that okay?

video | private;

[momchester]

Sure. That'd be great.

[Video]

[failedparenting]

Morning, babe.

[Hey, guess who had an awful night in preparation for today?]

[Video]

[momchester]

[Smile.]

Hi, honey. Want me to stop by? I'm in the Delorean.

[She knows it cheers them up. For some weird future reason.]

[Text. 100% Anonymous]

[charmedson]

I might be dead back there, but this isn't my home. I'm sorry about what happened to you, but I don't agree with you.

[Text/Private]

[momchester]

That's how I felt for a really long time. I only consider this my new home because I don't have a choice.

voice.

[seclusion]

Could I ask for directions to the memorial?

voice.

[momchester]

Yeah, sure, it's right-

[And then Mary gave the best directions ever and they were detailed and it was great. All that detail. That detail right there.]

Video

[tea_lover64]

Good control, Mary. Yes, I saw many from my past yesterday. I shall have to make some offerings.

Video

[momchester]

Thank you. What you taught me is helping.

-Does that mean you're... dead in your world?

Video

[servingmichael]

[Someone saw a lot of dead siblings yesterday. As such, he's unusually still - even for him.]

My siblings are listed there?

[What an odd thought.]

Voice

[momchester]

[Her voice is ice cold.]

Some of them- you know, the ones who used to be here but vanished.

There's Anna, Michael, Lucifer... Balthazar, Zachariah... Rachel, too.

[Audio | Private]

[magnetic_magpie]

Thank you Mary.

[He has many children listed at the memorial. And many others he knows.]

Are the stones still at the markers?

[Since, he has a habit of leaving small round stones at the markers of people he knew, each time he visits, which is often. Michael's and Lucifer's stones are often coloured with blues and incandescent metal foils, Jubilee's with bright swirls of colours, Wanda's with reds.]

[Audio | Private]

[momchester]

Yes, they're all still here.

This isn't about that, though. Today, just once, this is about those of us who aren't on the memorial.

[Voice]

[integrity]

Something of a useless sentiment.

[He sounds remarkably subdued -- or however subdued Crowley can be. Seeing yourself as a corpse is unnerving, but manageable. Seeing the dead images of the very few Crowley has come to care for in the past forty thousand years is beyond unnerving, it's downright rattling. But Crowley deals with it as he deals with everything, which is ignoring it and not telling Castiel.]

Azazel never was subtle.

[Voice]

[momchester]

Yeah, no, I'd... say not. All the demon killings I ever heard about, his just seem stupid.

[doctor_mccoy]

Way to ruin everyone's sugar-high with something utterly depressing.

[momchester]

I'm sorry. Seeing myself as a corpse yesterday ruined it for me. Besides, didn't seeing dead loved ones in the mirror do that first?

[hostage]

[He's too upset to say anything, but there's a very expensive delivery of marigolds on its way to the memorial.]

voice;

[bratziska]

The core can't send you away if you've already died?

voice;

[momchester]

Oh- it can. I guess I didn't mean "can't", I meant... we can't afford to leave.

video; private;

[upstairsbrain]

[ Have a disgruntled-looking Sam. It's the anniversary of both Mary and Jess' deaths. ]

... I'll be there. For sure.

Re: video; private;

[momchester]

[With him, her mask of being okay is crumbling a little. Sam is the one person she really, really feels like she shares something with today.]

Good. Thank you.

[video | private]

[swedge]

[To be honest, Jo almost didn't want to respond. The whole message hits a little close to home, and she wants to just go somewhere and blow off steam. But then she has to rethink it, because this is Mary. Mary, whose death was the reason John started hunting. She was in the same boat, understands.

So Jo bucks up.]

Are you going to be there all day?

[video | private]

[momchester]

No.

[She's in a different apartment, not the one she lives in (it's way too bachelor).]

I'm at John's now. I just stopped there before- well actually, I called in sick, but I was supposed to work.

You could leave something, too. It's partly for you.

action;

[mulletrock]

[Dean's out test driving his brand new and at the same time not so new impala when he stops to check the feed and flips a bitch in his mom's direction. He might not know what to say. He's been keeping that load inside since the day she died, but he knows company's better than nothing.

When the familiar hum of the impala pulls up Dean's quick to put her in park and grab two beers from the floorboard and head her way.

He doesn't say anything, figures it'll be lost on both of them. What do you say? She missed out on twenty-nine years of his life and that could never be given back.

He hands her a bear silently and pushes back the tab on his own.]