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entrancelogs2014-03-04 08:13 pm
halfwinchester) wrote in entrancelogs2014-03-04 08:13 pm
OPEN | if you're missing, i will run away
Who: Adam Milligan (halfwinchester) and anyone who's in the neighborhood!
Where: Library.
When: March 4th.
Rating: PG-13 for "how to properly dispose of a wendigo," IDK.
Summary: Adam's in the library, looking into the family business. This might take a while.
The Story:
With actual places to walk again and not just vertigo-inducing space in the middle of nowhere, Adam was more enthusiastic than usual to be out in public. Having a room, food, and relative safety was great when the world literally fell apart,but he'd had his fill of his tiny corner of Wonderland--there was caging yourself from the outside world, and then there was being caged. The latter made a person more antsy than the former.
After a late start to the day and a shower, Adam threw on some clean clothes, already knowing where he wanted to go.
The library was a pain the ass to find sometimes, but when he needed to shove thoughts to the very back of his mind and distract himself? There was no better place to visit. Wonderland reassembling itself seemed like the perfect time to not only just get out, but to look into something that had been in his thoughts now that he had the chance.
Crowley's tip about salt and how it worked could be true... or it couldn't. Adam hadn't exactly wanted to test it out by trying to convince a monster to jump over a line of salt in the middle of the chaos, and he was left with an unconfirmed suggestion that could be complete bullshit. How was he supposed to know what tips and tricks worked? What defenses could be counted on? There were monsters everywhere, and some of even came in human-shaped packages, like Tom, while there were still others that were inhuman inside and out. He was hyper aware of the fact that the only reason he knew a little about angel warding was because he'd had to twist his half-brother's arm to show him. He had been for some time.
Adam could only think to do what he'd always done when he needed to check facts: go where the sources were and research them. Hence, the library.
Not knowing where to start--or where to even begin to start--meant a good chunk of his afternoon was probably going to go toward figuring how where to look in the shelves. Add in the next fifty years and then some, and maybe he'd be on the right track. How did a person even know how to weed out information about the supernatural from straight fiction? Asking some experts on the subject like Sam or Jo were options, but... no, there just as many good reasons not to ask them. Being overwhelmed by things too big to grasp was a default state for him, anyway, so Adam sighed through his sense of intimidation and prepared himself by bringing his own lunch.
One perk was that there was no one around to tell him "no eating in the library." No rules, no worries.
He claimed a table, throwing a sweater along the back of his chair and setting out the usual culprits for a research project including a blank notebook, two different colors of pens, and sticky notes. After that, the young man could be found in and around the library, building a peculiar collection of occult books--histories, accounts, even the blatantly hokey, questionable sources, anything that really looked related to the supernatural.
(OOC: As ever, action tags are also welcome!)
halfwinchester) and anyone who's in the neighborhood!Where: Library.
When: March 4th.
Rating: PG-13 for "how to properly dispose of a wendigo," IDK.
Summary: Adam's in the library, looking into the family business. This might take a while.
The Story:
With actual places to walk again and not just vertigo-inducing space in the middle of nowhere, Adam was more enthusiastic than usual to be out in public. Having a room, food, and relative safety was great when the world literally fell apart,but he'd had his fill of his tiny corner of Wonderland--there was caging yourself from the outside world, and then there was being caged. The latter made a person more antsy than the former.
After a late start to the day and a shower, Adam threw on some clean clothes, already knowing where he wanted to go.
The library was a pain the ass to find sometimes, but when he needed to shove thoughts to the very back of his mind and distract himself? There was no better place to visit. Wonderland reassembling itself seemed like the perfect time to not only just get out, but to look into something that had been in his thoughts now that he had the chance.
Crowley's tip about salt and how it worked could be true... or it couldn't. Adam hadn't exactly wanted to test it out by trying to convince a monster to jump over a line of salt in the middle of the chaos, and he was left with an unconfirmed suggestion that could be complete bullshit. How was he supposed to know what tips and tricks worked? What defenses could be counted on? There were monsters everywhere, and some of even came in human-shaped packages, like Tom, while there were still others that were inhuman inside and out. He was hyper aware of the fact that the only reason he knew a little about angel warding was because he'd had to twist his half-brother's arm to show him. He had been for some time.
Adam could only think to do what he'd always done when he needed to check facts: go where the sources were and research them. Hence, the library.
Not knowing where to start--or where to even begin to start--meant a good chunk of his afternoon was probably going to go toward figuring how where to look in the shelves. Add in the next fifty years and then some, and maybe he'd be on the right track. How did a person even know how to weed out information about the supernatural from straight fiction? Asking some experts on the subject like Sam or Jo were options, but... no, there just as many good reasons not to ask them. Being overwhelmed by things too big to grasp was a default state for him, anyway, so Adam sighed through his sense of intimidation and prepared himself by bringing his own lunch.
One perk was that there was no one around to tell him "no eating in the library." No rules, no worries.
He claimed a table, throwing a sweater along the back of his chair and setting out the usual culprits for a research project including a blank notebook, two different colors of pens, and sticky notes. After that, the young man could be found in and around the library, building a peculiar collection of occult books--histories, accounts, even the blatantly hokey, questionable sources, anything that really looked related to the supernatural.
(OOC: As ever, action tags are also welcome!)