Take It Easy

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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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[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.]

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[ 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.

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

Hullo...?

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[ 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.

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[Oh well then. Jono shifts a bit more because ow neck-craning is a pain.]

It's Jono - Jonothon Starsmore.

[There's a beat, and he realizes that might not mean anything to the bloke at the next table. He is not in top mental form right now, no sir.]

I'm on the police force, so you might have seen me on a patrol, or the like.

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Sam.

[ He gives a small nod; he thinks he's heard the name before, but obsessively pulling out his communicator to check would be rude. ]

Yeah, I'm kinda on the force myself, except that I suck at it. Although cops usually fail at getting things right anyway, so maybe I'm doing all right.

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[Jono nods back, then drinks some coffee as Sam talks.]

I wouldn't say that.

[Sam's comment irks him, for some reason. Probably the tiredness combined with the fact that everyone around has a completely negative view of the police force, so it's getting old.]

A fair amount of police here do their jobs, and well.

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I wasn't talking about the ones here.

[ He shrugs a little. If Jono took it as an insult, it's not really his problem. ]

Everyone seems pretty open-minded. I mean, how can you not be? There's enough weird shit going on in a week to keep every Area-51 conspiracy theorist busy for twenty years.

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That's fair.

[Moody McBrooderson drinks more coffee; maybe it'll prevent him from carrying his irritation over into the next topic of conversation. He's aware that he's cranky, for once.]

Depends on where you're from, I suppose. There're scores of aliens and clones and evil government operatives back home.

[He shrugs. Okay maybe it is kind of a big deal back at home but Jono thinks it shouldn't be. People should be used to it by now.]

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[ He is in cranky company, really. Sam's starting to page through a book on Norse mythology while they talk. ]

Not so much with the evil operatives and aliens, but there's other stuff that I wouldn't exactly call 'normal'. I guess that's why I don't mind it here so much. Abnormal's normal.

[ Which reminds him. ]

Do you know a kid called Ai?

i have the cut-text eagles song stuck in my head now foreverrr

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Seems to be the case with most. Except the one bloke who thinks he's hallucinating.

[Jono turns back to his coffee as Sam pulls out a book, but looks up again when he's addressed once more.]

Doesn't ring any bells. Why?

This is a Winchester thread. I fail if it doesn't get classic rock in your head.

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Oh, we still might be hallucinating. This could be a really bad peyote trip.

[ He sips at his own coffee and shrugs. ]

She was here earlier. Really creepy little kid. Like, Children of the Corn creepy. She knew my name.

haha, then i suppose you're doin it rite /supernatural noob

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[Jono snorts]

Doubtful, as I've never heard of peyote. Also, alternate dimensions are one of those things that happen every once in a while back home.

[He's been to one. Three, if you count group hallucinations. He blinks at Sam's description of the girl.]

Huh. Think that might be her power? That'd send anyone over the edge, knowing things.