And while Raoul works himself into an entirely unjustified tizzy over there atop his overstuffed armchair, let's see what Sam and Dean have been up to, shall we? "The LARPing has begun!" Becky enthuses, joining Our Dear Boys in a relatively quiet corner of the landing. Because Dean was too busy ignoring The Goddamned Apocalypse to pay attention during the THEN!, he's forced to ask Becky to remind him what that foul word stands for, and as she explains, she passes them a sheet of paper, from which Sam reads the following aloud:
[Sucky John's] Journal
Dear Sam and Dean:
This hotel is haunted. You must hunt down the ghost, interview witnesses, discover clues, and find the bones. First team to do so wins a $50 gift card to Sizzler.
[Your Worthless Bastard Of A So-Called Father].
So, LARPing's basically a costume-party scavenger hunt? Good to know. And by "good to know," I of course mean, "I never needed to know that in my entire life for as long as I live, ever." Losers.
The scene cuts to a gaggle of LARPers, all now dressed as FBI agents, as they flip open fake IDs for the convention organizer's supposed benefit. Taking his cue, the organizer recites, "Yes, Agents Lennon and McCartney, as manager of this fine establishment, I can assure you that it is, indeed, haunted." He goes on to explain that The Pineview Hotel was once an orphanage, in which Raoul's drag-queen alter-ego... "Hey!" ...ruled her unfortunate charges with an iron fist, or whatever, and that one hundred years ago to the very day, she slaughtered four of the obnoxious brats before offing herself. Needless to say, the unquiet spirits of the untimely dead have been roaming the hotel's halls ever since. Our Intrepid Heroes, intentionally eavesdropping on the festivities, loudly opine that they've endured more than enough "community theater" for one evening, which of course means they'll have to endure some more in the form of Blubber and The Brain, who position themselves directly in front of Sam and Dean to reenact that "I might have to kill you" scene from the THEN! In unison, Our Dear Boys decide to soothe their badly frayed nerves with a couple of calming cocktails, and from there we head...
...upstairs, where one of the cosplaying idiots roams the halls equipped with a cardboard EMF reader until he runs into the actress hired to portray Raoul's drag-queen alter-ego. "Now, really, I must obj...!" IN ANY EVENT... "Hmph!" ...the cosplaying idiot nails Fake Letitia Gore in the tits with a cardboard shell fired from some jury-rigged sawed-off slingshot, then has the gall to whine about it when the actress fails to dematerialize. Wah. Wah. Waaaaaaaaaah. Moments later, that same cosplaying idiot's meandering down yet another hallway when...a Dickensian orphan buzzes and blinks onto the carpet behind him! DUN! "Help us!" the waif pleads. "[Drag-Queen Raoul] won't let us have any fun!" "This is part of the game, right?" the cosplaying idiot gulps. By way of response, the Dickensian waif buzzes and blinks out. "Holy mother of crap!" the cosplaying idiot yelps, and he tears off down the hallway to hide in an upstairs parlor, and that's a very bad move on the cosplaying idiot's part, indeed, for no sooner has he slammed the door shut behind him than an unseen presence starts...smacking his bitch ass from one end of the parlor to the other! "VIOLENCE!" howls Raoul, having thoroughly and instantly recovered from his drag-related snit the moment Kripke & Ko. finally saw fit to grace us with some of the good stuff this evening. "WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT GEEK-SMASHING VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Of course, by "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" I'm certain Raoul's referring to Letitia, for while the delightfully abused cosplaying idiot does not erupt into a fountain of guts and brain matter, the errant orphanage headmistress does in fact buzz and blink into the room to scold, "Naughty, naughty, naughty!" before shudder-stepping across the floor, plowing her ethereal form through the cosplaying idiot's considerably more substantial body until she disappears into the evening's first METAL TEETH CHOMP!