A Cold Case (Semi-Open)

[becauseimboring]

Characters: Clare, Semi-Open
Time: Saturday May 5, most of the day.
Location: Blackstone, Conference Room
Content: Clare's gotta come clean to others about the Grail key.
Format: Whatever, starting prose.
Notes: Clare will be less talkative to people who she didn't invite, but if they want to drop in they can try. I'd rather have multiple people in

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[huntingmemory]

Sam walked in, having flipped his phone off. He didn't want there to be a possibility of them being overheard. Whatever this was, he was certain it was pretty important.

Smiling, he sat down across the conference table from her. "Hey, Clare."

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[huntingmemory]

Sam nodded, leaning forward. "Okay. So, a few more minds on the problem probably wouldn't hurt." He glanced at her phone. "Want me to do the same to mine as well?" It was hard to know just what could be heard through the Eggs even if they were off.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean had been working on getting some extra shells set up so he was along a few minutes later.

"Knock, knock, private party over here? Hey Clare," he remarked as he wandered in.

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[huntingmemory]

Sam dropped his phone into the new circle, sitting back and glancing at his brother before nodding to Clare. "I try not to keep any secrets that could be important later from him." Sam had the feeling that he'd done that a few too many times in the past. It was better like this.

Nodding to the circle, he said, "It's a good idea. Too bad they're normally too useful to keep them in one at all times."

[chosenfreedom]

Dean nodded, "Yeah, heard a few things, and we don't keep secrets. Plus seen you around, and pfft, that's for later." The last part relating to the strip club mention.

He took in the circle with the phone, and remarked, "Figuring who we know is tapping the phones, temporary block would help for this." He gave a meaningful glance to Clare about who he was talking about.

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[huntingmemory]

"I don't know that the fake people can be thralled," Sam said as he mulled that over for a moment. "But there are real people out there that aren't staying in the hotels and aren't, so far as I know, on the network. So best to be safe, anyway." He was, specifically, thinking of Johnny from Zero.

He glanced at the key, then frowned and reached out to touch it. The frown deepened. "It's like ice," he said, sitting back. "Has it been doing that since the storms started getting really bad?"

[chosenfreedom]

Dean frowned at that, "With some people who've disappeared, maybe they got nabbed. And yeah, know of at least one." Likewise thinking of Johnny as well.

He peered at the pendant, "Warm and now cold? Supposed to be like a mood ring or something?" Even if he briefly looked closer though no way it could be like his own pendant.

"Mine never got like that," he muttered half to himself.

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[huntingmemory]

Sam made a soft 'ah' sound, nodding. "And it's hard for most of us regular types to know who is real and who isn't." Hell, Sam had only realized at Zero because of the way Thomas had reacted to him. "I guess we'll just have to be careful." That wasn't difficult, at least.

He folded his hands under his chin. "The weather could be Fae related? It could make sense, then, that the key is reacting to whichever is in ascendancy." It was a bit of a stretch, maybe, but not much of one.

Glancing over at Dean, though, he snorted. "I'm not entirely certain your amulet was made for an epic game of 'hot or cold'." He...just needed to remember exactly what it was for, that's all.

[chosenfreedom]

"Explain the increased activity too, and how some bigtime players been stepping up," Dean pointed out, remembering Thomas's whiteboard of recent information.

He then said, with a brief glance of regret to Sam, "I used to have an amulet. Cas told me it would burn hot in God's presence. But he was hiding too much for it ever to work."

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[huntingmemory]

Having actually been the one to touch the pendant, Sam shuddered. "Given the current state of the pendant, I think I'd prefer it not to be the case," he pointed out, frowning. "I haven't really seen anything I'd class as miracles lately, though. Then again, I might have hard criteria to meet."

The fact that the rain WASN'T the cause of warring Fae, now, made Sam's frown deepen. "Okay. So...maybe it's being caused by whatever's in that box you guys found." Glancing at Dean because that's where he heard of the box from.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean shook his head, and thought about it, "Nothing, other than what happened when we found the box. There was some crazy fallen angelic mojo going on for some of it. But this weather sure as hell ain't miraculous. Reminds me too much when we were trying to stop the end of the world."