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entrancelogs2016-08-03 02:44 pm
ceruleans) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-03 02:44 pm
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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.]
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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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?? ]
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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.]
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[ 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.