When a body meets a body...
Who: Dean Winchester, Gul Dukat, Owen Harper (others by invitation, otherwise closed)
Where: Starting in the lobby, moving outside, and other locations as things escalate
When: Mid-morning, the day after Drusilla's arrival
What: What ought to be a simple workout becomes an experiment gone badly, badly awry. (The BODY thread!)
To a degree, Dukat enjoyed routine. He was in a decent mood as he descended the stairs for his morning run, the refresher having not given him any more trouble the previous night, although he noticed that the hole in the wall and the drain had somehow been repaired in his absence. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Mr. Winchester ahead of him in the lobby on his way toward the door. He hastened his steps to catch up to him then slowed to match his stride. "I hope the weather holds for a while," he said conversationally. "I'm enjoying the heat. I suppose if it changes, we can always move to indoors. It just won't be the same."
He glanced at the manager's desk on the way past. He hadn't caught another glimpse of the concierge since his arrival. He knew what he'd do when he did. It didn't seem that today would be that day.
Where: Starting in the lobby, moving outside, and other locations as things escalate
When: Mid-morning, the day after Drusilla's arrival
What: What ought to be a simple workout becomes an experiment gone badly, badly awry. (The BODY thread!)
To a degree, Dukat enjoyed routine. He was in a decent mood as he descended the stairs for his morning run, the refresher having not given him any more trouble the previous night, although he noticed that the hole in the wall and the drain had somehow been repaired in his absence. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Mr. Winchester ahead of him in the lobby on his way toward the door. He hastened his steps to catch up to him then slowed to match his stride. "I hope the weather holds for a while," he said conversationally. "I'm enjoying the heat. I suppose if it changes, we can always move to indoors. It just won't be the same."
He glanced at the manager's desk on the way past. He hadn't caught another glimpse of the concierge since his arrival. He knew what he'd do when he did. It didn't seem that today would be that day.