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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.

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[spysincera.livejournal.com]

Cissnei. It's nice to meet you, Sam.

So... you arrived covered in blood, nostalgic for the scent of rosemary, and curious about magic powers. How close am I? [she's mostly teasing]

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Pretty close. A for effort.

[Cas was covered in blood, he needs the rosemary for a ritual, and the ritual won't work unless their own brand of magic can work in this world.

But Sam keeps that to himself.]

[spysincera.livejournal.com]

I always did do well in my classes.

I didn't have any supernatural abilities myself, but I possessed something called materia that allowed me to use magic and enhance my natural abilities. They don't seem to do anything here. [she holds up a small blue orb] Still pretty, though.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Ah -- and now Sam is paying full and complete attention to that.]

So they're rendered useless here? Your magic is completely cut off?

[Bad news for his plan.]

[spysincera.livejournal.com]

You got it. I can't use any of my spells and my enhancements don't seem to be functioning.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[There's a soft 'shit' muttered underneath his breath as he reclines back in his chair, suddenly even more tired looking.]

Great.

It's probably that way all across the board.

[spysincera.livejournal.com]

Sounds like that wasn't the answer you were hoping for. Were you planning to use it to escape or something?

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Not your magic, specifically, but a different kind.

[spysincera.livejournal.com]

Anything to do with chalk and spices? [they seemed like strange things to be lumped together in a request like that, so she's going to take the educated guess that the topics were related]

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

My friend and I are pretty good at being creative with household items.

[A bit teasingly, but he's serious.]

[spysincera.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a good time.

So there's someone else here you recognize from your home?

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Two people, apparently.

[WHY IS GABRIEL EVEN HERE.]

Castiel and Gabriel. Castiel's in Heimdall and Gabriel is --

[ ... he doesn't even have to ask.]

Loki. He'll be in Loki.

[Sam is trying not to sound smug about this.]

[spysincera.livejournal.com]

[her lips quirk up more, responding to his amusement] And what about you, Sam? I didn't catch your patron.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Odin.

[spysincera.livejournal.com]

Odin. [from the way she repeats it, it's obvious it means nothing to her!] I'm in Freya's house, if you're keeping track.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Sam grins a little, at the tone, and offers a cursory definition -- he's used to it.]

He's a major figure in the Norse pantheon, mostly associated with war, victory, wisdom, and magic.

[Pause, and then, he offers a definition for her own house, too.]

Freya is the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility.

[spysincera.livejournal.com]

My, that's a lot to live up to. [Freya joked about her belonging in Odin when she made a clever inference, so... "wisdom", right? and Freya for "love"]

So you -- come from the same world that they do? [headtilt]

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

No -- I've just run into different versions of them before.

[Like Gabriel. Who isn't actually a pagan god at all, he just got bored. Or... something. Sam never asked for the full story.]

[spysincera.livejournal.com]

[hmmm] So your world has gods -- like these, who go by these names -- but not the same gods, and not this...... situation.

That's interesting. None of these names or places are familiar to me.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Yeah, my life isn't exactly textbook normal.