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[OPEN] Away in the sea of red...

Who: Evelyn Carnahan (

sadfreezingbrit) and [OPEN]
Where: The Library, 2nd and 3rd floor
When: Monday, August 20
Rating: PG, PG-13 at most, unless somebody gets really creative?
Summary: There's nothing like research followed by an indoor fishing trip!

Today on the Accidental Transmission Channel: The library on the second floor. Philip, sitting at a table buried in books and notes, and Evelyn, browsing the shelves in the background for any additions to an equally extensive stack of research.

Philip is the first to spot it. Well, more accurately Philip is the first to hear his dog barking excitedly once, twice and-- and no more after one last strangled whine.

“Jesus!”

Philip jumps to his feet and turns his head. The video feed shows it too, red fog seeping through the cracks of the door, slowly engulfing the stone creature that was a perfectly lively husky only seconds ago.

“Erm, Evie, I think we’d better--”

And then the fog speeds up, like a wave.

“We’d better go. Now.

In a last dramatic moment of Wonderland cinematics a red wave sweeps across the camera, just before the feed cuts out.

...and cuts back on again, just a few minutes later.

“...rise again for now, um... do you need... any help?”

The scene has moved to the third floor, specifically the railing by the stairs where Evelyn appears to be holding something that looks suspiciously like a fishing line.

“I’ve almost... got the maps now, just a little... to the left...”

Philip approaches, looking down into the sea of red fog from which Evelyn is determinedly attempting to fish for their research material. His contribution to her efforts is, however, questionable.

“They’re obviously not going to bite like that, you’ll need a paper worm.”

The suggestion is rewarded with an elbow to his side and a reprimanding look that is, at the very least, serious enough to get Philip aboard the fishing venture.

The feed cuts out for good shortly after, ending on the positive note of an Ancient Greek map successfully retrieved from the red depths below.

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[Who better to sidle up on his rounds of "making sure everyone doesn't go running into the creepy mist" than Dean? He's armed, but the Desert Eagle isn't visible at the moment and that's probably for the better. Can't have civilians panicking, right?]

Fishin' for smoke-demons or somethin'?

[Because dude, you're using the wrong bait. You need virgin blood.]

[ Virgin blood? Dean should have told Philip that a few months ago before he tampered with the supply.

He holds up a hand in greeting. ]

Are those a thing?

[ Because, you know, it wouldn't even surprise him. ]

[The supply in question would have had to give up one-hundred percent (or thereabouts), so that probably would have been vetoed from the start.]

Nah, but you can't tell when it comes to Wonderland.

[Dean leans over the edge and raises an eyebrow...then shoots a sidelong glance to Evelyn, who looks otherwise engaged on the communicator a couple of yards away.]

So how's tricks?

Nothing like exciting new monster brands,

[ he adds, because Wonderland is good for that, if nothing else.

Philip follows Dean's glance smiling and lets his fishing line hang loose for the time being. ]

Faraday didn't make it. I'll have to find her a nice place in the garden if she stays like that.

[ He doesn't sound too cheerful despite the joke, but he's had enough events to know that worrying about it can wait until the fog disappears and he can have a look at the final verdict. ]

Everyone else is all right so far. [ He lowers his voice to a whisper. ] Even the bloody cat.

[ He clears is throat. ]

...And on your end?

[Dean has never had any problems with animals, but in general he doesn't understand cats. They're kind of bastards.

Knowingly, he nods and pulls a flask out of his jacket with the surreptitious air of a man in the midst of Prohibition, which he extends towards Philip in a gesture of masculine camaraderie.]

Pretty good. Just keepin' tabs on the creepy stuff. Making friends with all the damn superheroes we've suddenly got. Kinda weird sitting down to have a drink with-

[He clears his throat and throws on a formidable and mighty tone of voice.]

-Thor, Asgardian God of Thunder.

[ He takes the flask and a swig thereof gladly, but let Philip just appreciate Dean's formidable and mighty tone of voice for a moment. ]

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[ ... ]

[ Okay, done. ]

Just let me know whenever you need me to stitch you a cape.

[ Philip? Oh, he's always been more of a spies and detectives kind of guy.

And we know how making friends turned out there. ]

[Snagging the flask back with the petulant frown of a five-year-old, Dean knocks back a swallow for himself before capping the thing.]

Ha-freakin'-ha. They're gonna run respectable ghost-hunters like me outta business.

[He's fake-complaining. Sort of.]

We almost got the whole gang, too! Thor, Captain America, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow...it's like all we're missing is the Incredible Hulk.

[A beat.]

...please tell me you read comics as a kid.

[~~Or still do as an adult.~~]

I read some comics as a kid,

[ he answers, almost as if offering a compromise. Most of the names Dean seems to worship certainly don't ring more than a very faint bell, but then again, with limited pocket money and an insatiable thirst for the big screen there is only so much for other forms of entertainment left.

Of course so much is not nothing and if nothing else he had tattered issues shared or borrowed on the schoolyard and the odd volume from a distant relative who, come Christmas, didn't know any better.

Dean's idols weren't his, but he still remembers--

He still remembers something that almost makes him smirk in anticipation. ]

...But honestly, I don't see why I'm supposed to be impressed as long as Captain Britain doesn't show up.

Captain-

[Dean actually chokes on his next sip of whiskey, breaking into hearty chuckles because how does something that ridiculous exist?]

Captain Bri- You're kidding, right?

[Ahhhh, but now that he's calmed down-

Wait.]

...you're not kidding.

[ Philip uses to opportunity to make a grab for the whiskey. Shame to spill it and in the event of him actually deciding to explain his country's hero to Dean he will need it more than the hunter anyway. ]

One does not joke about Captain Britain,

[ Philip says very solemnly and turns to the nearest closet. ]

Not unless one [ A pointed look at Dean ] wants to be drowned in tea or smothered with biscuits.

[ Because that's what you're thinking, isn't it?

He will let Dean have that one while he searches for something... something more... maybe... that's it! Wonderful. ]

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[ For any Evelyn-only interactions you may want to partake in, be it video, audio, text, or smoke signal. ]

You really love your research don't you?

[And she...very nearly...haaaas...it...

...nope, lost the notes again. Evelyn sighs and blows a curl of hair from her eyes before addressing the kindly words over the communicator.]

I was in the middle of some reading - Ancient Greek military tactics, you know - and then this fog comes out of nowhere and floods the library and my room.

[She is not very happy about this.]

Well, that was terribly inconvenient. [Pointing out the obvious and in not such a sympathetic manner: not very helpful.]

Risking your life for notes didn't seem like a wise plan, considering what the fog did to the husky. I certainly wouldn't risk it.

[Thank you, the sincerity is touching.]

You don't seem like the type to risk much at all, if you don't mind my saying so.

[Someone's feeling sassy today, isn't she? It's just the irritation at losing her work for the time being, honest.]

I'm not even sure if that was supposed to be a cutting remark or not. But really sweetie, what makes you think I would mind?

[Definitely sassy. Bela is kind of enjoying it admittedly and wonders how far it would go.]

[Does this mean that it's time for a Brit-on-Brit mud-wrestling contest? No? Well, it was worth a shot.]

I didn't think you would. It's just precautionary etiquette.

[Old habits are hard to break, and all that. But the sass is still goin' strong. It just happens to be delivered in a clipped accent that reeks of Great Britain's higher echelons of society.]

[It would make for interesting viewing but no, it probably wouldn't happen. Ever.]

People like you are a rare breed. All decorum and manners...it's certainly refreshing.

[Oh, Bela had decorum and manners all right as a result of her upbringing and she could be incredibly charming. Just depended on what situation she found herself in.]

[Not in this lifetime.]

Someone has to maintain them around here. Most of the young people from the future-

[Future to Evelyn, at least.]

-have deplorable manners.

[And what would their mothers say?]

I'm from the future. Does that mean I have deplorable manners?

[Don't ask Bela about her mother. She didn't give a damn about her when she was a child.]

I like to think that I don't but please let me know.