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[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Sam is sitting in a chair in the library, surrounded by all of the books, and he looks somewhat tired, but in good spirits. For the most part. Save for that whole 'he definitely hasn't slept' thing.]

Hey -- I think this thing's on... anyway, I'm Sam Winchester.

[Ordinarily he'd never give out his full name, seeing as they're on the run from the Leviathan and all that, but he's ascertained the big bads aren't around -- so a little honesty couldn't hurt, especially with what he's about to ask.]

Nice to meet everyone. I was wondering if anyone could give me a couple of answers to some questions -- you don't have to, and it's obviously not obligatory, but I'd appreciate it.

First, how many of you have any kind of supernatural ability that was taken away when you got here? It doesn't matter what it is -- telekinesis, the ability to fly -- if anything changed, I'd like to know. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but knowing what changed is important in knowing how we all got here in the first place.

[And, more importantly, how to get out.]

Second, I was wondering if anyone could tell me where to find some chalk and some spices. Specifically, rosemary, allspice, or nutmeg. Salt would be good, too. I know there's probably a grocery store or something like that around, but any pointers would be great. And, uh --

[Sam pauses before clearing his throat, thumping his pen against the table for a few seconds before continuing.]

Hypothetically speaking, if you had a coat with a lot of blood on it, what would you do to get it out? And I need to know where to find non-blood-stained clothes that'd fit a normal-sized human being. ... hypothetically.

Comments

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

My guess is to put everyone on an even playing field. Not everyone here has supernatural abilities from their own world.

Or they might just like screwing with us. Who knows.

[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's a little bit of both.

So what about you? Did you lose anything?

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Standard human being here. Sorry.

[He wishes he had lost, you know. The Hellfire scarring and the dreams and the hallucinations of Lucifer. But as luck would have it, he still has those.]

[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

How boring.

[She grins. She's clearly just teasing, however. She was once a standard human too, after all.]

Name's Helen. You?

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Sam Winchester.

[Easily enough, with a trace of a smile.]

Sometimes boring is the way to go.

[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

That's what I've heard! Some of my comrades would likely agree with that.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Military?

[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

Kinda. My comrades and I... come from an unnamed organisation. We're all trained up, given a rank, and sent off to hunt monsters.

[She has since abandoned the Organisation but she's not going to go into all that. No one wants to hear about that.]

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Your military is designed around hunting monsters?

[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

Pretty much! We'd receive requests from towns with yoma hiding in them, and hunt those bastards down!

[She seems pretty proud of this. Fighting is fun, okay?]

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Sounds... efficient.

[His life would be easier if the military knew how to kill the things he has to on a daily basis.]

[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

Yeah!

We got the job done.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Is that the entire purpose of your military?

[makestrouble.livejournal.com]

For the most part, yeah. We protected the villages by looking for yoma disguised as humans.

[And the villagers were never thankful, but let's not go into that part.]

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[They never are, Helen.]

Sounds like a chore.