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Who: Dean Winchester & Zoey
Time/Location: Sometime during the day, in the apartments
Summary: Zoey found something interesting in the manor and goes to Dean for an expert opinion on it.
Rating: PG? Probably?
Warnings: Spotty language at most.
Status: Closed, in progress
It was more than a little creepy that Zoey always woke up with whatever it was that she'd found in the manor while she was asleep, and none of it really made any sense. She stared down at the old notebook on her desk with a strange expression on her face, as though she were trying to convince herself that it wasn't actually there. But it was. She sighed as she pulled her jacket on, shaking her head a bit as she did so. Part of her was nervous about bothering the poor guy next door with her silly crap, but if her last trip through the manor was any indication, it was something that wasn't going away, and she needed help.
Grabbing the notebook off the desk, she turned on her heels and headed out the door. She, herself, had made it a point to stay in the same room she'd been in ever since she'd gotten here in case anyone needed to find her, but she could only hope that everyone else in the building had the same idea. Last time she met this guy, he was in the room next to hers. With a little luck, he was still there. Unfortunately, she hadn't gotten his name-- or maybe she had, and she just forgot what it was. Yeah, that was going to make for a great impression. Ask a guy for help but don't know his name.
Grimacing a bit, she steeled her nerves and landed a few hard knocks on the door next to hers.
"Hello? Neighbor?" she called out. "It's Zoey from next door."
Time/Location: Sometime during the day, in the apartments
Summary: Zoey found something interesting in the manor and goes to Dean for an expert opinion on it.
Rating: PG? Probably?
Warnings: Spotty language at most.
Status: Closed, in progress
It was more than a little creepy that Zoey always woke up with whatever it was that she'd found in the manor while she was asleep, and none of it really made any sense. She stared down at the old notebook on her desk with a strange expression on her face, as though she were trying to convince herself that it wasn't actually there. But it was. She sighed as she pulled her jacket on, shaking her head a bit as she did so. Part of her was nervous about bothering the poor guy next door with her silly crap, but if her last trip through the manor was any indication, it was something that wasn't going away, and she needed help.
Grabbing the notebook off the desk, she turned on her heels and headed out the door. She, herself, had made it a point to stay in the same room she'd been in ever since she'd gotten here in case anyone needed to find her, but she could only hope that everyone else in the building had the same idea. Last time she met this guy, he was in the room next to hers. With a little luck, he was still there. Unfortunately, she hadn't gotten his name-- or maybe she had, and she just forgot what it was. Yeah, that was going to make for a great impression. Ask a guy for help but don't know his name.
Grimacing a bit, she steeled her nerves and landed a few hard knocks on the door next to hers.
"Hello? Neighbor?" she called out. "It's Zoey from next door."