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WHO: Sam Winchester and ANYONE SANE [SO OPEN]
LOCATION: Hall of Mirrors
WEEK: 63
TIME: First day of the extremely chaotic chaos event of chaos
WHAT: Following This call to arms, Sam is going to investigate the Hall of Mirrors to see if he can find any answers. He's thinking he might need backup.
RATING: PG? PG-13 for language?
Yeah, this was just great. The castle had gone absolutely insane.
Sam didn't know whether to feel blessed that he was unaffected or aggravated that he couldn't just ride this through in pleasant oblivion like some of the others. He knew he had a job to do, but this was difficult enough without his brother, and asking for outside help was... an alien concept, to say the least.
But maybe it was time he start adjusting.
People needed help, and he there to help them. As easy as it would be to let pride get in the way, he wasn't going to chance it when lives were possibly at stake. The Hall of Mirrors was the only clue he had at the moment, so he was here to investigate.
He stood at the entrance to the hall and stared at the devastation within.
A fine layer of glass, ground so fine it looked like powder, fell outward from the hall and spilled into the corridor where Sam now stood. Deeper on, the small mounds of glass rose thicker deeper into the hallway, like freshly fallen snow. Nothing glinted on the walls; all the frames hung empty, devoid of the grand mirrors they had once housed.
Fallen snow that would tear your lungs apart if you breathed it in. Not wanting to waste time going back to his room for supplies, Sam used his wand and tore a thin strip of fabric off the bottom of his robes. He tied it around his nose and mouth as a makeshift barrier, then carefully stepped closer to the entryway.
[IF YOU WOULD LIKE, you can hop in at any point in the thread, or start a new thread if you'd like to show up 'late'. Threadhopping/quicklogging/etc is fine, go crazy <3]
LOCATION: Hall of Mirrors
WEEK: 63
TIME: First day of the extremely chaotic chaos event of chaos
WHAT: Following This call to arms, Sam is going to investigate the Hall of Mirrors to see if he can find any answers. He's thinking he might need backup.
RATING: PG? PG-13 for language?
Yeah, this was just great. The castle had gone absolutely insane.
Sam didn't know whether to feel blessed that he was unaffected or aggravated that he couldn't just ride this through in pleasant oblivion like some of the others. He knew he had a job to do, but this was difficult enough without his brother, and asking for outside help was... an alien concept, to say the least.
But maybe it was time he start adjusting.
People needed help, and he there to help them. As easy as it would be to let pride get in the way, he wasn't going to chance it when lives were possibly at stake. The Hall of Mirrors was the only clue he had at the moment, so he was here to investigate.
He stood at the entrance to the hall and stared at the devastation within.
A fine layer of glass, ground so fine it looked like powder, fell outward from the hall and spilled into the corridor where Sam now stood. Deeper on, the small mounds of glass rose thicker deeper into the hallway, like freshly fallen snow. Nothing glinted on the walls; all the frames hung empty, devoid of the grand mirrors they had once housed.
Fallen snow that would tear your lungs apart if you breathed it in. Not wanting to waste time going back to his room for supplies, Sam used his wand and tore a thin strip of fabric off the bottom of his robes. He tied it around his nose and mouth as a makeshift barrier, then carefully stepped closer to the entryway.
[IF YOU WOULD LIKE, you can hop in at any point in the thread, or start a new thread if you'd like to show up 'late'. Threadhopping/quicklogging/etc is fine, go crazy <3]