( closed ) i'm not the man they think i am at home

[ofletters]

Who: Sam & Evie, Sam & Cami
Where: Oot and aboot on the Citadel!
When: 4/1 - 4/4
Rating: PG, probably??
Summary: Sam is, for once, having a nice day. Here are two nice, actually non-painful interactions.
The Story:

[ There aren't a lot of events in Wonderland that make the younger Winchester brother feel at ease. When they'd first appeared in this place - the Citadel, as it's apparently called - he'd been on edge out of habit more than anything. After all, despite all the weird places they've found themselves over the years, they don't often end up in outer space. Cool as it is, he has to be on his guard, eyeing the aliens with the practiced distrust of a hunter and doing more observing than anything.

After a while, though... the knot in his chest loosens. He sees more of the curious nods and smiles from aliens on the station rather than the suspicious or irritated ones. Sam allows himself to relax, even if only a little, loosening his shoulders and even cracking a rare smile.

After all... it's space.

There's enough to do to occupy his time, of course, from babysitting Dean to taking a look at some of the weapons that could have easily been pulled from a Sci-Fi movie (and may have been). He explores the place inside and out, sampling the food, the bars, and marveling over the tech that makes communication available between everyone in this place, no matter their species. It's nothing short of incredible, and for someone with a mind hungry for knowledge, the Citadel is a virtual buffet. ]

Comments

"PG" my ASS you know what den of iniquity we're in

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn could hear Mark Meltzer's excited voice as soon as she appeared in - as people say these days - "outer space." While she would confess that she has never possessed a desire to explore the furthest reaches of the world outside their own Evelyn is not the sort of woman to look a gift horse in the mouth, particularly when it comes bearing new cultures, languages, and foodstuffs. The clothing she finds particularly strange with a preference toward the skin-tight, although she's managed to pass by a number of local denizens with little more than a few raised eyebrows for her more loose-fitting attire. She wouldn't trade her trousers and blouse for any one of these ridiculous outfits, no matter how many pockets they seem to possess.

A meandering walk through the central district and into undeniably more seedy areas yields a much more interesting variety of people-watching. Picking up foreign tongues she doesn't recognise Evelyn is at least pleasantly surprised to find the residents...mostly accommodating, and it feels no different from the Cairo suk, with all the requisite foreign smells and sounds.

Out of curiosity Evelyn peers at the door at the corner of a long alley, labeled with nothing more than the image of a blue figure in repose. Over her shoulder and down the row she can hear unsavoury voices and so, partly for safety's sake, she slips into the establishment.

Several minutes later, examining a glass at the circular bar with suspicion, Evelyn deeply regrets her decision to enter.]

Well one of us knows how to keep the PG rating

[therapize]

[Truth be told, Cami's sense of wonder when it comes to space might be a bit more limited than others. It's definitely amazing to see just how far people have come in terms of technology in this world, and there are some incredible things to take in to be sure. A sky full of stars Cami's never seen, actual spaceships that someone can rent out like it's no big deal, aliens walking around because for them, this is just another day.

And then there's the arcade.

Sure, the games look more advanced, and they probably are given that they're in the future and all. But when Cami catches sight of the prizes, she can't help but laugh a little. Futuristic versions though some of them might be, it's all too reminiscent of the standard fare found at the cheap "win a dozen tickets for a quarter" type places she'd been to sometimes as a kid. She can't help but wonder if the stuffed animals are somehow made of the same, cheap synthetic material--

Which is why she's in the process of figuring out just which game she can try to get enough tickets to find out for sure when Sam finds her.]

Hey! [She grins up at him.] Small space station--or whatever this place is.