Who: Sam, Neil & Moira What: Sustenance is a necessity When: Sam's second night in town Where: The Burrito Burrow! Rating: No worse than PG, I'm sure Status: Open to all visitors! Near-complete.
Moira had no clue what brought her to the burrito place. She needed to get out and couldn't decide where to eat. She stopped at the burrito place just because she was so exhausted from walking.
She moved to the left after ordering and waited for her food, and dropped her wallet. "Damn," she muttered, as she contemplated how best to pick up the wallet without falling or magickally without drawing attention to herself.
Moira raised an eyebrow, not believing him. "Alright. The mind-boggling part is firstly, the people who just wake up here. Open their eyes are just here. The people who remember dying or died and wake up here. That's probably more mind boggling than the people who happen to, I don't know, take a plane from 2027 and end up here," she said, like me.
"...Like you?" Sam asked, feeling the sense of familiarity in her words as she finished the sentence. He'd get to the part about the fact that this was more than a few disappearances from throughout time. That some of these were full-on deaths.
Sam was at a total loss. How do you comfort someone who managed to go back in time? "No, no, don't-- don't apologize. I mean, I was the one asking all the questions." Sam put his burrito down, settling for another sip of his blue mystery-drink before sitting back in the booth and rubbing his hands over his face. Dean wasn't going to believe this. And if he did, he'd probably try to set fire to the whole goddamn town.
He thought, for a moment, about why there could be people walking around who had formerly been dead. Then he realized he was one of those people. As was Dean. His stomach lurched as he wondered if the pull he'd felt to come here had had more to do with his dark powers than he'd have liked to admit. As he got lost in thought, it was another few moments before he spoke up, remembering Moira was there.
"S-sorry. Lost in thought. So... the future, huh? How's that?"
"Kansas," Sam said simply. It was strange, how easily he was opening up to Moira. As though she were... well... He didn't really open up like this usually. It must have been something about how overwhelmed he was feeling. He needed to talk to Dean. But then again, why this instant? Whatever was happening here didn't so much follow the normal pattern of horrible deaths and human sacrifice as it did simply draw people here.
The downside to that was when it drew people back from the dead. And that... well, it just wasn't something that was supposed to happen. "So you've lived here for a year. How's the town treating you?"
"Kansas is in the middle of the States, yeah?" Moira asked, screwing up her face trying to remember the geography of the US.
"Was treating me perfectly fine until the bloody earthquake," she said, motioning at her cast. "These lovely injuries and my hobbling around are courtesy of the quake."
"Earthquake?" The hell? There was basically no such thing as earthquakes around this part of Canada. Hell, around almost all of Canada! "There was an earthquake here?"
She moved to the left after ordering and waited for her food, and dropped her wallet. "Damn," she muttered, as she contemplated how best to pick up the wallet without falling or magickally without drawing attention to herself.
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"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," she replied quietly. Most people in the town were a little bit freaked by it, but she felt bad.
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Nodding, she swallowed. "Sort of hard to get back that way. But yes, sorry to throw all of this information at you at once."
Moira was definitely not going to add the fact that she was a witch. Most certainly not yet.
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He thought, for a moment, about why there could be people walking around who had formerly been dead. Then he realized he was one of those people. As was Dean. His stomach lurched as he wondered if the pull he'd felt to come here had had more to do with his dark powers than he'd have liked to admit. As he got lost in thought, it was another few moments before he spoke up, remembering Moira was there.
"S-sorry. Lost in thought. So... the future, huh? How's that?"
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"Pretty similar to the present. A bit more advanced technology. But mostly similar. I'm not from that far in the future, though. Where are you from?"
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The downside to that was when it drew people back from the dead. And that... well, it just wasn't something that was supposed to happen. "So you've lived here for a year. How's the town treating you?"
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"Was treating me perfectly fine until the bloody earthquake," she said, motioning at her cast. "These lovely injuries and my hobbling around are courtesy of the quake."
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