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entrancelogs2014-01-01 05:59 pm
kickassqueen) wrote in entrancelogs2014-01-01 05:59 pm
001 :: >press any key to continue (arrival)
Who: Charlie Bradbury and anyone!
Where: Outside the mansion/entry hall.
When: January 1st, celebrating the new year newbie style! (Being confused)
Rating: Prob PG-13
Summary: Charlie's not in Oz anymore, Toto.
The Story:
(OOC: Charlie will chill on the steps a bit before going inside, feel free to catch her anywhere!)
Where: Outside the mansion/entry hall.
When: January 1st, celebrating the new year newbie style! (Being confused)
Rating: Prob PG-13
Summary: Charlie's not in Oz anymore, Toto.
The Story:
One moment she's saying good bye, starting on her journey down the yellow brick road, and the next she's waking up beside a horse stable, propped against the side.
The high pitched whinny is what wakes her. Charlie comes to with a start, gasping and immediately regretting it as her nose is assaulted with pure horse. It's definitely not an odor she was expecting, which is why she chokes for a moment and starts coughing violently.
Once her initial shock dies down (and she's able to breathe again), Charlie pushes herself to stand, confusion starting to settle as she glances around. Anyone can see that this place? Definitely not Oz.
With more questions brewing in her brainspace, Charlie walks around to the front of the stables, checking out the horses she's had the pleasure of smelling today.
"You know, you guys look way awesome in movies and paintings," Charlie says this companionably as she crosses her arms, just having a friendly chat with the horses. "But in real life? Super smelly. Not majestic at all."
The horse closest to her snorts, pawing the ground. She gives it a suspicious look and decides maybe this isn't the time to make friendly with the animals.
"Gonna take that as my cue to get going. Later, my equine bros." Giving them a Vulcan salute, she turns around to take in the landscape and to figure out what's next on the agenda.
It's easy to pretend to be calm when it just seems so surreal. Like being in a lucid dream. That's what this has to be, right? As she starts a path down to the mansion, she doesn't feel so confident in that theory.
Oz is real, she was going to it. Who's to say she wasn't transported into some other kind of fairy tale world? And by the looks of this place, that's what it has to be.
Maybe there's be some dancing munchkins inside that can point her in the direction of the Emerald City.
As she walks, Charlie's looking over her shoulder every few seconds, wondering where her new traveling companion is. Traveling with Dorothy, the Dorothy, is like a super rad dream come true. Now here she is, alone in a strange place with no backup to speak of. Awesome.
It's like every fantasy novel she's ever read, or at least every RPG she's spent hours of her life chasing after every side quest she could find. Normally, that would make her feel a little better except for one simple fact: every hero, when beginning their quest, usually ends up running into some super hard tutorial fight. Maybe even an unwinnable one.
Charlie's wishing for a sword right now, and when she puts a hand in her jacket pocket, desperate for anything, her fingers brush against something unfamiliar.
"Huh?" Pulling out the object, at first glance it seems like a regular smart phone. Not hers, though. By now she's reached the steps in front of the mansion, and she comes to a stop, sitting down on one of the steps and turning the phone over in her hand.
She's in a hurry, sure, but she can take a fiver to figure out what this thing is, and more importantly, what it does.
(OOC: Charlie will chill on the steps a bit before going inside, feel free to catch her anywhere!)
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Adam frowns. It's the frown of someone who's just had their Heaven interrupted by Zachariah, in order to tell them they're some kind of vessel for the great archangel Michael.]
A prophet.
[And gospels as in... revelations from God kind of gospels? No, Sam and Dean certainly hadn't seen fit to inform him about any of this. By the time Charlie gets to "Sam" and "Cage," he's not frowning in confusion, he's just frowning.]
So you know me from a book someone wrote.
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Er...yeah. Me and like a thousand other people. [ Maybe more, the books went so viral she knows they'll be forever lost to the sea of the internet. ] Nobody thinks it's stuff that actually happened, it's advertised as total fiction. No last names in the books, either.
[ In case he wondered if anyone he knew back home would pick them up and know it was him. Granted, most people didn't look that deep into fictional books. ]
Wow, I've really shoved my foot in my mouth, haven't I? [ She knows that's not entirely true because she had no idea who he was when she started rambling, but she still feels pretty awful. ] Sorry. Not the best way to hear this kind of news.
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[The hits just keep on coming, don't they? Fiction books. Thousands of readers. All of that crap, someone else's... what? God-given prophecy?
And knowing what he'd done, knowing about the Cage... that implies knowing about the beginning of everything, too. Knowing about John Winchester. Knowing about who his dad had been before he had. Knowing how she had died and why.
Seems like he can take his pick as to what to be surprised and angry about--there's an endless buffet to choose from.]
Is it news? [His voice is steady, low.] I mean... are they old? Are the books old? When did the story start?
[You better believe he's clinging onto that detail. If the pinched feeling in his gut is justified and a fucking prophet of the fucking heavenly host variety had started writing down details of the Apocalypse and had known? About everything? Then that meant, in not so many words, that something could have been done and nothing had.]
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[ She's sure she knows plenty about each Winchester that would make them incredibly uncomfortable, but she won't point that out. It's probably hard enough to be part of that family anyway. ]
Chuck didn't even know what he was writing until Sam and Dean stopped by his house one day. He thought he was having some crazy dreams. Guy really enjoyed the sauce, if you know what I mean.
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Sam as a college student like him. That's not a picture he can easily imagine, or one he wants to. That's not his family. Hunters are not his people. And he's a real person, a person who'd gotten sucked up in those fucked up events, not just some footnote on a piece of paper some bible thumper had dreamed about.]
When did he write this?
[He ignores the rest. They'll both regret it if he starts thinking too hard about what she's telling him right in front of her.]
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[ Sorry, Adam, but she can't remember the specific dates here. She came into late in the game, after all. ]
Don't quote me on that, but it could have been a little earlier.
[ Charlie would suggest asking Sam and Dean but she gets the feeling things aren't exactly kosher between all the brothers. ]
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Adam's gotten good at his poker face. He'd been good before, and then the being eaten alive thing had happened, and he'd gotten better. Now, after Lucifer's Cage and Sam and Dean refusing to tell him a single fucking thing, the volcanic levels of anger stew just behind the scenes, reined in behind a blank stare.]
Right. [He exhales stiffly through his nose before nodding like this all makes sense.] Right.
[He needs to stop having expectations that things can't possibly get worse, because they can. They always do. Having someone dream about events that had happened in 2009 and put them down on paper... some kind of prophet of God and the angels who could have known and not done anything...
He turns toward the front door.]
I should go. This kind of fame is giving me stage fright.
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She just doesn't like to be a bad news bear and it looks like this time she hit it out of the park. ]
Okay, yeah, I totes understand. [ She desperately wants to apologize, but she's after once she starts she might not stop. ] I'm just gonna sit here and....sit here.
[ With that, she plops down on a stair, not caring about the snow that's partially melted and soaking her pants once she does have a seat. ]
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He looks over his shoulder, keeping himself as neutral as he can. Maybe she's overwhelmed and doesn't know where to go, maybe she'd just been sitting there to catch a break. Either way, he offers what he can. He's in no position to be helping out now, and on the flip side it's none of his business, but the resentment festering in his veins isn't directed at her. At least not all of it.]
Good luck. If you still need a place to stay, Sam and Dean will deal with it. [They'd look after her in the exact way they hadn't with their own brother. But who's counting?] Already knowing there are monsters under the bed gives you an edge around here, so...
[With that, he turns to head inside.]