closed.

[hellunbounded]

Who: Sam Winchester & you!
Where: Panorama
When: June
What: Catch-all: TDM migration & other closed threads.

Warnings: None atm, will update along the way.

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@magike - the motels

[hellunbounded]

( Honestly, it's hard to believe that Rowena is also caught up in this mess - she seems above this sort of multi-universe stuff - but if Jack's right, it sounds like Sam owes her. He knows Jack can't get hurt, not physically, but a lot could have happened to him in a place like this without someone to keep an eye on him. He never thought that person would be Rowena, of all people - but maybe he's not as surprised as he tells himself he is. His relationship with her has always been... different. He wants to believe in her, and that belief hasn't always been in vain.

Still, as he knocks on the door, he can't help but wonder what Rowena might be planning in the long term. She's too smart not to have at least plans A through D running by now, and she must hate Panorama. The side of Sam's mouth tilts upwards in something like a grin at the image of Rowena perusing the dingy stores downstairs, trying her best not to get any slime on her. ) Rowena? It's Sam.

[magike]

( it was jack who told her samuel was with them, though she hadn't known which room he'd been in to find him. nor, somehow, did she even have a mirror for the simplest of her locator spells. though she'd been in the store to start searching for what they did have, she'd found it a disappointing mess, and lacking in most of what she'd like. but that was one store and tomorrow she'd try another.

jack's out (working at the job he so proudly found) when he knocks at the door, and hearing his voice brings a little relief. she'd already killed a banshee with a stranger; she didn't want to find anything else.

she's smiles when she opens the door, pretending for a brief moment that all of this is normal, that he's come to ask for a spell, some help, or just for tea. it doesn't help, but it's nice just to have a friend and not think about the shittiness of the situation. or the strangeness of it, given she doesn't yet have an answer about her resurrection )

Samuel. Should we start with tea or whiskey?

( neither are very good. she'd charmed the bottle of whiskey out the bar, though it was poor quality, and stolen the tea from the store magically. she needed something, and she didn't plan on any more debt )

[hellunbounded]

( The sight of Rowena opening her door, graceful and posh as ever despite their ratty surroundings, has Sam biting his lip as he smiles. This is all such a mess - not only are they from different universes, but from different points in time - but it's still nice to see that some things don't change. )

Depends. Are they up to your impossible standards? ( He means that as a compliment, truly. )

[magike]

Not yet.

( and she's apologetic about that, but at least she's drinking it with him. rowena steps away from the door as invitation for him, trusting him to close it, and there's very little in the room. well, very little that's distinctly rowena, jack is likely the first to have made a mark on the place.

she does at least have two (plastic) cups that she'd begrudgingly stolen from the store, clear in colour, that she pours the whiskey into before offering one to him )

When Jack told me that you were here I thought our chances of getting home had improved.

( nothing traps a winchester for long and they always have the crazy ideas that work )

There's a spell I want to try but the problem is with finding the ingredients for it. It's something to keep working on.