poly_chromatic | o-o-o // First Entry

[A device comes on line and it appears to be sitting on a table at a cafe, facing the street. It is late afternoon. A few people are milling about, taking care of business, meeting friends, heading home. After a brief pause, a man appears about fifteen feet off the ground, and, thanks to the laws of gravity, promptly plummets to the street, landing hard, face down.

The device, apparently wanting the capture the full reaction of the latest arrival in the City, zooms in on the figure as best it can as it lies there, face down, arms splayed out at the last minute to try and stop his head from hitting the ground. He is dressed casually in blue jeans, work boots, a tee and a worn, leather jacket. His hair is brown and cut short and neat. He looks up, body tense, eyes narrowing at his surroundings, and tries to stand.

Pain shoots through his left leg, but he barely makes a sound and manages to shift to an awkward seated position, shortly followed, with the help of a chair, to an awkward standing position. He's a handsome man, with appealing features and an athletic build, but to say he currently looks confused, concerned and just a little pissed off would be an understatement. He is obviously looking for someone. When he speaks, his voice is deeper than his apparent age might suggest.]

Nonononono... Sam? Sam? Sammy!

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The Apocalypse was starting when I left and no, it wasn't zombies...

[What she's just said registers.]

Is... this a zombie apocalypse?

[Funny, it doesn't look like one. Then she waves and what she's wearing -- or not wearing -- registers.]

Uh, nice outfit...

[Dean, Dean, Dean. Hormones still distracting you?]

[Today, Julie'd say let them distract him. Tomorrow, Julie will most definitely say "NO NO NO NO NO THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN!"

For now though? Stare away. She is very much so without shame at present. She's just a girl, changing the oil on a bright red Mercedes. No big deal.]

No. Thank God. I've had eleven years of that back home, the small break I'm getting here? Totally making my day.

[She looks down at the outfit she's wearing, grinning and 'accidentally' angling the camera for a second to give him a better look.]

Thanks. It seemed like the best thing to wear while changing a car.

[He does stare, as politely as a man who was just witnessing angels being thrown down from Heaven can manage. The fresh camera angles highlight all kinds of different aspects of the young woman. If Dean's leg didn't feel like shit and he wasn't worried about Sam, he might like to meet her. Right now. And her car.]

Niiice...

[It's said appreciatively, but he realizes he shouldn't say that about her, because that's objectifying women and he isn't supposed to do that... even though that's what he just did.]

And... the car, too...

Isn't it?

[Both her and the car are very nice to look at.]

I arrived in the car. Almost hit the fountain.

[It already had a dent in it from R]
Has anyone explained to you where you are? I mean, I told you the name and that it's a weird universe, but what else have you heard?

I wish I'd arrived in my car.

Some, yeah. I get the idea. I've fallen down the rabbit hole called the City with a capital 'C' and something about being sent back to the time when I left.

[In pain and distracted. That really is a nice bikini top on you, miss...]

What kinda car do you have?

[She listens, giving a slight nod.] Yeah that sounds about right. Did anyone mention the curses?

I'm Julie, by the way.

'67 Chevy Impala. She's a beauty.

[Big smile and obvious pride.]

Curses? No, but isn't being here a curse? Speaking of which, point me to the nearest bus stop, will you, sweetheart? As lovely as you are, I need to get back, Julie.

I'm Dean.

Therein lies the problem, Dean. Sadly, none of us can leave. We're sort of stuck.

Weird shit happens often. People are cursed on occasion. Their worst or best memories are sometimes put on display. Or they're cursed to do things they wouldn't normally do.

[Like wear next to nothing and flirt with a guy you don't even know? Something like that, Julie?]

Time holds still where you're from. No one will notice you've left.

Do you have a place to stay yet?

Stuck.

Weird shit.

[He'd start yelling for the Trickster to reveal himself, but it doesn't feel like his kind of gig and with so many different people around...]

Curses. Ohhh-kay.

[She's flirting enough that if she were right beside him...]

That's... just great.

[He frowns a little.]

No. Well, yeah, been offered. Some chick with tats...

Is the chick with tats a mechanic? Because if so, it's highly likely that's my boss and room-mate.

[Cool. She clearly approves. The place needs more people. She just hoes he doesn't mind Somewhat Living Zombie-ish people.]

Yep, she is. Small world.

[If the zombie even looks st him funny, there might be a problem...]

[R looks at everyone funny. Except Julie. She's not sure what the looks he gives her are.]

See you at the beach house soon, then.

[Ah, zombie love...]

Now, I didn't say I'd accepted. She's comin' over to look at me now.

You should. You'd have your own suite and everything. And the kitchen is ridiculous.

[A shrug. Don't tell R.] It's your call though, honey.

['Honey'?]

I don't intend to stick around any longer than I have to, but... if I've got to wait somewhere while I work out how to leave, being near you wouldn't be so bad.

[Have one of those looks, sweetheart.]

[Oh, this is going to be so awkward in the morning. There will be a blonde girl in sweat pants and long sleeve shirts, hiding in her room with junk food and so much embarrassment.]

If you happen to find a way out, let me know.

[Poor Julie...]

You'll be the second person to know.

o-o-o // First Entry - Arrival (open)

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