Take It Easy

[spiritusimmunde]

WHO: Sam Winchester and OPEN.
WHERE: Some incredibly twee coffee shop that appeals to his repressed inner hipster.
WHEN: Sunday, Sept 20. Noon-ish.
WARNINGS: PG, there's always a chance of mild swearing with Sammy.
SUMMARY: Due to the recent influx of gods in the City, Sam's researching. Yawn.
FORMAT: Quicklog

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WORST. TAG. EVER.

[yoursoultokeep]

[oh boy, there's a big-eyed little girl sitting across the room! she's actually wearing some approximation of civilian clothes instead of THAT FUCKING SCHOOL UNIFORM, or, uh... it looks like she is. illusions, man. they're some crazy-ass shit. yes, she is wearing that hat. no, she does not have any sense of style.

she's nursing a cup of some godforsaken blend of tea and just watching, and she makes no attempt to break his concentration. if he has a spider-sense for creepers, he'll pick up on her, but Ai has no reason to engage in conversation with him, despite what she picks up. she's content to observe, at this moment in time.

creepily. :(]

FFF. GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WORK WITH HERE.

[spiritusimmunde]

[ Sam's pretty focused on what he's doing, but eventually the waitress comes over and interrupts him with more caffeine, and before he gets back to what he was doing there's a nagging feeling that he's being watched, and he looks around and sees here. She looks like that weird girl archetype who was somehow at every school he ever went to.

He watches her back for awhile, but loses interest because coffee shops attract all kinds. Sam goes back to his computer, but every so often he looks over just to check that she's not going to kill him or whatever, because why is a little kid staring at him? ]

HOW IS SOCIAL INTERACTION FORMED HOW CONVERSATION GET PRAGNENT

[yoursoultokeep]

[whenever he looks at her, she meets his eyes and just. looks back. after about seven minutes of this shit, she takes a final sip of tea, sits up from her chair, and walks to the booth, bringing the cup and saucer (because yes, she has a motherfucking saucer) with her.

and sits down opposite Sam. not creepy at all. NOT CREEPY AT ALL. she pauses, then speaks, her voice flat and childlike.]

Hello.

What you talkin bout Willis.

[spiritusimmunde]

[ He blinks a few times and shuts the laptop, so she can't see whatever bizarre legends he was reading. He wonders why everyone he meets always has to be creepy - and this would still be creepy if she was ten years old, but the fact that a minor has just pulled a standard coffee house pick-up is alarming to him. ]

Uh. Hi? [ He looks around to see if there's anyone else who looks like him that she could possibly think he was. ] Can I help you?

[jonocalypse]

[Jono's been at the station all morning since the wee hours and coffee is needed like burning, especially if he's going to visit Pete later, like he plans. The place is way too busy for his liking, so he takes the coffee and searches for a nook with relative peace, and settles down in the booth adjacent to Sam's. God he's tired.]

[spiritusimmunde]

[ So even though Sam is like, the worst cop ever, he's still been at the station once or twice, and he thinks he recognizes the new arrival. He kicks far seat, which is the back of Jono's to get his attention. ]

Hey.

[jonocalypse]

[You've got Jono's attention, though he's sort of blanking on Sam's name, whoops. He looks vaguely familiar...]

Hullo...?

[spiritusimmunde]

[ Yeah, he's seen him before. Hrr. He needs to find a place to hang out where 'heroes' don't congregate, although he's pretty sure that Jono was in the station because he's a cop and not because he was getting arrested. ]

Sorry, I was thinking that I should know you, but I've got no idea who you are.