02 [Location: Taxon. That's right. The whole city.]

[slasher_slayer]

With a full tank of gas, a jug of Mountain Dew, and a bag of Doritos, Cassie was completely ready to start her trek across the City. Find out just how large (or small) her prison was. In the past few days, she'd become restless, fighting the urge to head over to the nearest hatch, and assemble a dummy, just to have something to practice on. Of

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[Location: pimpin' around the Shelley district]

[fudgingkillyou]

Cassie's not the only one cruising around Taxon.

Ever since Dean got his car back, it's like he's a teenager again. Except, instead of looking for his next potential girlfriend, Dean's just enjoying the fact that his car is here. Half the time he doesn't even leave it, just lazes around and listens to his tapes.

But now, he's driving back to Buffy's to see if anyone there is up for hitting the Bronze, mostly because he's bored out of his mind. And on the way there, he sees the van.

Pulling up next to it, he leans out of the window and flashes the chick inside his lady-killer grin.

"Didn't know I wasn't the only one who had wheels around this place."

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie hears the roar of an engine that isn't the Deadmobile's and she frowns, looking over and sees the Impala pull up beside her. Her eyebrows arch.

Well, that answers that question.

"Same here."

Cassie was totally going to ignore the faint blush that filled her cheeks at his grin.

[fudgingkillyou]

Except Dean wasn't going to ignore that faint blush, no sir. That makes his ego inflate, and the lady-killer grin will be staying right in place, thank you very much.

"Haven't seen you before. Name's Dean. Dean Winchester," He says by way of introduction, holding a hand out of his window to shake hers. They're fairly close, so it shouldn't be too much of a struggle.

[slasher_slayer]

"Cassie Hack," she replied, leaning up then reaching down to shake his hand through the open window.

"And I haven't been here long. It'd make sense why you haven't seen me," Cassie explained, arching an eyebrow. "Nice car."

[location: Osten, somewhere near Aziraphale's bookshop]

[exserpens]

Crowley has a car, but at the moment he isn't driving it-which means the streets of Taxon are a good 98% safer at the moment for other drivers and pedestrians alike. Of course it's difficult to break traffic laws when one isn't even sure traffic laws exist anymore, but Crowley's been doing his best to make up for that.

Right now, however, he's standing off to one side of a street in Osten, leaning back against the front part of a mint condition 1926 black Bentley with British license plates. It's the kind of car that most auto collectors would give a right arm for. Not necessarily their right arm, but someone's.

Right arm firmly attached, for the moment, Crowley is in fact focusing on the tablet attached to the silver bracelet on his wrist. The demon is nearly as flash as the car itself-dark hair, good cheekbones, and a designer black suit and sunglasses. At the sound of another vehicle he looks up sharply, forgetting the tablet for the time being.

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie notices the Bentley, arching an eyebrow. Does everyone in Taxon have a car flashier than her's? She slows down the Deadmobile down, stopping beside the nose of the Bentley, leaning out the window.

"What is it with the guys here and having sweet-ass black cars?

[exserpens]

Crowley examines the girl for a moment before smirking.

"Apparently we suffer from an excess of good taste," he drawls in a high-class English accent, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Though I must say mine is the only vehicle I've yet seen in the city, short of your own." Which is certainly...er. Interesting, he adds silently. "But perhaps I haven't been paying enough attention."

[slasher_slayer]

"Apparently," Cassie nodded, looking the Bentley over. She knew next to nothing about cars and how to improve them or how to soup the engine up so it was 'cherry', but it was a damn fine car.

Snooty English accent, Cassie noticed. She hoped he wasn't as douchey as the English seem in the movies.

"Yeah, that, uh, Dean guy has a Chevy Impala. Dunno what year, though. He might have mentioned it," Cassie nodded.

[erudite_watcher]

It's only when he hears the motor of the van that it occurs to Giles he has yet to see any vehicles in Taxon. He steps away from the window of the Magic Box (the new window display he's set out doesn't have the flair of Anya's old arrangements) and looks to the street to watch the white van approach. He's not sure why; it just seems to be the thing to do.

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie slowed down some, noticing the older man outside the storefront. Magic Box, Cassie thinks to herself. Probably some 'magic's real' bullshit store that basically rapes the money from your pocket using a mortar and pestle and one of those The Solitary Witch books. Cassie'd come across a couple of those places in her travels, and she'd still yet to be impressed.

Crazed serial killers from beyond the grave she could believe.

Witches? Not so much.

[erudite_watcher]

Giles is, thankfully, unaware of Cassie's thoughts otherwise there might be need of a stern lecture. He's also unaware of how close to the curb he is - one wrong step and he's fallen, half on the sidewalk and half in the street. Thankfully (surprisingly) he doesn't hit his head.

[slasher_slayer]

"Fuck!"

Cassie hit the breaks hard, throwing the Deadmobile into park. Throwing her door open, she hopped out, crossing over to where Giles had fallen. Kneeling beside him, her gaze immediately began their search for any sign of injury - blood, mostly.

"You okay, man?"