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entrancelogs2016-03-07 10:16 am
ofletters) wrote in entrancelogs2016-03-07 10:16 am
when the men on the chess board (open)
Who: Sam Winchester and YOU
Where: Alice's former room, firs floor, room 865
When: 3/7
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam is still a hunter and a researcher even after all his time in Wonderland. It's easy to forget that there's still a case at hand, but when opportunity knocks, he comes running.
The Story:
[ When word gets around that Alice's room, which has apparently been on the ground floor all along, has suddenly revealed itself, the younger Winchester heads off in a hurry. With a bunch of notes, papers, pens, and his sort-of phone, Sam hurries from the fifth to the bottom floor, silently hoping someone else hasn't ransacked the place or removed any crucial clues before he has a chance to note it all.
Sam's been after information regarding the famous blonde since his arrival. Alice knows a lot about their situation, obviously, but is extraordinarily tight-lipped about it. He's tried to engage her on more than one occasion about answers to their many questions, but the girl is smart and unwilling to divulge. In the almost-three years since he showed up in Wonderland, Sam (and the others, really) have learned next to nothing about the place or its inhabitants. The memories have helped, of course. Alice's memories, if that's what they really are, rather than convincing red herrings, showed bits and pieces of the strange past of the place. Still, though, there are so many gaps in time and explanation that he couldn't pass up the chance to see her room for himself, to explore the space that had belonged to the Alice who still had eyes and to see if there could be anything to glean from it.
Sam stops at the door, hovering momentarily, and then pushes it open. Inside is a lot of blue and a lot of dust and a lot of mild crazy. There isn't anyone there, which is a relief, and it seems to be mostly untouched. As such, the wary hunter steps in and begins quickly taking pictures of the place, snapping up every detail on his device's camera and jotting down notes after about it all, in case the images end up unable to process, as with many paranormal photos. He doesn't bother trying to sketch it all, considering his art abilities are vastly sub par. ]
Where: Alice's former room, firs floor, room 865
When: 3/7
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam is still a hunter and a researcher even after all his time in Wonderland. It's easy to forget that there's still a case at hand, but when opportunity knocks, he comes running.
The Story:
[ When word gets around that Alice's room, which has apparently been on the ground floor all along, has suddenly revealed itself, the younger Winchester heads off in a hurry. With a bunch of notes, papers, pens, and his sort-of phone, Sam hurries from the fifth to the bottom floor, silently hoping someone else hasn't ransacked the place or removed any crucial clues before he has a chance to note it all.
Sam's been after information regarding the famous blonde since his arrival. Alice knows a lot about their situation, obviously, but is extraordinarily tight-lipped about it. He's tried to engage her on more than one occasion about answers to their many questions, but the girl is smart and unwilling to divulge. In the almost-three years since he showed up in Wonderland, Sam (and the others, really) have learned next to nothing about the place or its inhabitants. The memories have helped, of course. Alice's memories, if that's what they really are, rather than convincing red herrings, showed bits and pieces of the strange past of the place. Still, though, there are so many gaps in time and explanation that he couldn't pass up the chance to see her room for himself, to explore the space that had belonged to the Alice who still had eyes and to see if there could be anything to glean from it.
Sam stops at the door, hovering momentarily, and then pushes it open. Inside is a lot of blue and a lot of dust and a lot of mild crazy. There isn't anyone there, which is a relief, and it seems to be mostly untouched. As such, the wary hunter steps in and begins quickly taking pictures of the place, snapping up every detail on his device's camera and jotting down notes after about it all, in case the images end up unable to process, as with many paranormal photos. He doesn't bother trying to sketch it all, considering his art abilities are vastly sub par. ]