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Who: Mystique and Sam Winchester
Where: 5th floor bar
When: Nowish
Rating: PG? Will update.
Summary: They might be making this a habit.
The Story: [It's an incredibly strange thing, finding some sort of normalcy in a place like Wonderland. Drinking, as a human pasttime, seems like the most normal of normalcies, too -- maybe that's why it was the easiest one to find.

Regardless, Sam has more in common with her, she thinks, than some of the other people here, and this meeting for drinks thing is a comfort.

Now that she's back in her 'proper' skin, free to shapeshift into whatever form she wants and not trapped in a male-gendered body, a drink only seemed like the next natural step...especially with that cryptic message Alice had posted to the network.

She'd sent him a quick text and she's waiting at the bar with a beer, frosty and cool.]

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[ When Sam arrives, it's with an easy smile and a brief nod. ]

Hey - thanks. [ He says, surprised, but pleased, noting the beer. With an appreciative nod, he sits across from her, scratching briefly at his head before taking a sip. ]

So... [ Man. What does he bring up first? The "gender swap," or the mysterious broadcast? ] ... Hope this isn't too, uh... invasive, but... can you usually shape-shift into any gender?

[ Really, though. Is that too weird of a question? ]

I just meant - I was wondering what that last event was like for you. [ He clarifies, seeming more genuinely curious than anything. ]

[Of all the things she was expecting to come out of Sam's mouth based on what they'd discussed in previous conversations, that wasn't one of them. She can't help the somewhat abrupt bark of laughter that bubbles out of her throat.]

-- I mean, I'd be pretty useless for 1960s and 1970s espionage if the only person I could turn into was the President's secretary.

[She shrugs her shoulders, though, mildly uncomfortable for a moment.]

During the event -- I had to stay male, and in one form. It was pretty alien in retrospect, actually, but I guess I didn't know any better while it was going on.

[She smirks, though, eager to reflect the subject back to him.]

What about you? Did you enjoy getting in touch with your literal feminine side?

Okay, so it was a dumb question. [ He looks to be at ease, anyway, cracking another smile at her answer. ] "1960s and 1970s espionage," though? That's pretty awesome.

[ She'd make for a great hunter, too, with abilities like that. He usually just dons a suit, carries a fake I.D., and hopes for the best. ]

None of us did. [ He confirms, with a shrug. ] I'm sure it's weird, looking back.

[ Considering that state of being is the opposite of her usual. ]

I, uh... It's happened before, actually. [ He clarifies, quickly: ] Not at home, but in Wonderland. I've been a girl twice now, and a kid, and... jeez, I don't even know what else.

[ A moose. He'd been a moose, once. ]

It sounds a lot more awesome than 'intranational terrorism', right?

[She laughs. Yeah, weird is a word for it -- absurd might be more accurate. His words make her smirk, though.]

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I've tried shapeshifting into animals, but it's a lot of strain on my body.

[She pauses.]

Maybe if I'm here long enough it'll happen. Maybe we'll all become talking vegetables.

A lot less dicey, anyway. [ He scoffs, amused. ]

But you can do it? [ Huh. ] I-... Not to sound weird, but now I'm wondering what the extent of your abilities are. If it's all living matter, or... what.

[ Quickly, he holds up a hand and adds: ] We don't have to talk about this, though. I know it can get kinda personal.

[ Okay, that idea has him laugh, surprised. ]

Careful what you wish for. [ Sam warns, grinning. ] I'm pretty sure the walls have ears. Maybe literal ears, who knows. It's Wonderland.

I've had a few scientists try to explain them to me.

[She -- doesn't mind sharing, not really.]

Apparently my cells have an advanced ability to change and adapt -- but they also heal a little faster than most peoples', and my aging is -- delayed. Slower.

[But then he's joking again, or not.]

If the walls have literal ears, maybe they've also got something to read my mind. I might as well say my wishes out loud.

Huh. [ He makes a mental note of all that. ] So, regeneration, a delay in aging, and... shape shifting.

[ Can she turn into plant matter? Seems rude to ask. ]

Could be. [ If Wonderland has been reading their minds, it'd explain a lot. ] I think it's more likely that it reads our memories, considering...

[ That's how the 'events' come to be, isn't it? ]

[Well, that wasn't something that she'd thought about in depth, but...]

Our memories are a part of our minds, right? Who knows what this place has access to.

[She smirks.]

Hopefully some of our memories give whatever this place is a little bit of unpleasantness.

It's close enough to be creepy. [ He waves a hand briefly, leaning back in his seat. ] Let's leave it at that.

[ At her words he scoffs, amused. ]

Hope so. If it's sentient, yeah, I hope we can at least make it feel weird for all the stuff we've got in our pasts.

[She can't help the smirk. At least she has a feeling that Sam's weirdness might actually be on-par with her own.]

Weird stuff like 'I think my boyfriend and I broke up, but I can't ask him because he's imprisoned in a plastic penitentiary beneath the Pentagon?

[She might as well open with that one.]

[ Oh, he certainly has a history of weirdness to contend with.

What she says then is... something. Sam blinks, mouth twitching at a grin, unsure. ]

Assuming you're being flippant, but serious. [ He raises a brow, tapping his thumb against the side of his drink. ] That's definitely a... unique situation, I'll give you that. It'd be pretty hard to get in touch to confirm it unless he gets the one phone call.

[ There's a pause. He leans back, stretching. ]

How about: "I dated a girl because I hit a dog with my car, her husband died fighting overseas, except he didn't die and then showed up again one day out of the blue, not dead, so I never saw her again?"

[ TMI?? ]

[Are they making this a contest now? From what she remembers, he's from a world where monsters and demons exist -- he's got an unfair advantage.]

Hn. They didn't let him near anything with metal in it, and they couldn't contact my brother for a psychic phone-a-friend.

[She takes a drink.]

At least you got some closure, even if it was weird. The thing that put the nail in the coffin for me was when the same guy tried to kill me to save the world.

[Damnit, Erik.]

No contact with metal, huh? Could he manipulate it?

[ That'd be tough, he imagines. Metal is everywhere, and in a prison... ]

Right, I think you mentioned your psychic brother. [ Another prime candidate for Azazel's menagerie, probably, if her brother had lived in his world. ]

I... didn't, exactly. I sort of skipped out. [ There's a pause, and then, uncomfortably: ] She's better off now.

[ Sam, the constant martyr. ]

Hang on, so... this ex of yours tried to kill you... to 'save the world.' Was it a 'greater good' kind of situation? ... In his mind, I mean.

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