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[indecadent]

Well this is new. We have cellphones again? Pretty damn late for miracles.

[His lips quirk and there's a lift of an eyebrow. The place feels... strange, and it makes his shoulders shrug a little.]

So, Fearless Leader? Risa? Chuck? Anyone else make it here? You know, whatever absinthe-trip "here" turns out to be.

[He shakes his head and laughs a little ruefully, rubbing a hand over his face. At the moment, still dripping wet, it's all he can do.]

Let's just say where I was last I hadn't planned on falling out of any fountains.

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[grigio]

I can bring you a towel if you need one. And get you somewhere warm.

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[indecadent]

That'd be pretty much excellent, actually.

[There's a bright smile to go with that.]

I mean, I appreciate the lack of things trying to kill me, but it is pretty freaking cold.

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[grigio]

[She returns the bright smile, gold eyes twinkling some.]

I can be at the fountain in ten. Is it okay to ask what's trying to kill you back home?

[As Julie speaks, she rises from the couch she'd been sitting on. She sets her device on the coffee table and reaches for a pair of dark blue snow-boots to pull on.]

Oh, hey. I just remembered. If you don't feel like freezing your ass off while you wait, there's a coffee shop at [Location.] It's easy to get to. You just look for the big cartoon drawing of a person with wild red hair, soaking in a giant blue coffee mug.

[They have the absolute best salted caramel hot chocolate and Julie suddenly really wants some.]

Hang out there and I'll get you coffee or something when I get there.

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[indecadent]

It was uh, this virus. The ambling, annoyingly fast and strong dead. We called them Crotes. The virus was called the Croatoan virus. And I heard Zombie was racially insensitive.

[He's freezing out here, and is ridiculously thankful for the coffee shop, where he heads with all due haste.]

I'll be the dripping wet hippie. Should be easy enough to find.

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[grigio]

That sounds almost familiar except back home, we have no clue why the dead came back. Just theories.

[Julie is pretty sure she knows , but getting others to believe it will be a task and a half.]


On my way.

[Her feed ends and about fifteen minutes later, she pulls up in her red Mercedes and parks. Julie's arms are full of towels as she steps into the shop. Cas is easily recognized so she heads over instantly, smiling and holding towels out.]

I heard it's a bad time of year to go swimming, what with the weather being so cold and all.

[Sorry. She has to tease a bit. On a more serious note;]


You didn't hurt yourself, did you?

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[likehim_likeme]

I do not believe this is a mere absinthe-trip, monsieur.

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[indecadent]

Well, it was pretty much wishful thinking. Not aware of a liquor strong enough to let you hallucinate your way out of dying, anyway.

[He's well aware that he'd been this close. And this time there would have been no second chances. He runs a hand through his damp hair.]

Anyway. I'm Cas.

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[likehim_likeme]

My sister, Lilith, died before she came here. She feels this place is some... side-trip before being called to God. Perhaps she is right.

[He doesn't really care, and his tone reflects that somewhat. He and Lilith are here, together. And that's all he cares about.]

Jean-Paul Doret.

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[indecadent]

I hate to break it to her, but God doesn't give a shit. He's--- checked out. Find a new religion; I did.

[Sorry about the bitterness, that's what happens when people bring up his family. He swallows, tries to shrug it off.]

It's a pleasure, I guess. Still trying to put together exactly where here is. It's not even the same freaking world.

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[indecent_butterfly]

Very few plan or expect to do so.

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[indecadent]

Well, I'm pretty sure I was about to die. Again. And anyone with the power to do something like this has long since stopped giving a shit.

So color me perplexed.

[indecent_butterfly]

Welcome then to the City where perplexed is a usual state.

[indecadent]

Interesting. Seems fairly... well, normal is pretty much off the table, but I figure people would adjust. I mean, that's what people do.

[olduvai]

"Fearless Leader"?

[indecadent]

Yeah. He was el head honcho-in-charge of our little camp of the not-yet-dead back home.

He also went by Dean Winchester to the less sarcastically-inclined.

[olduvai]

Ah. [ well, that's familiar. ] He's here somewhere. Been here for a while.

[indecadent]

Really? Well, shit. Don't suppose you know where I could find him?

[olduvai]

Not a clue, just shared a drink with him once.

[ he's so helpful. ]

Just call for his name on here, I guess. He'll hear it if he's watching the feeds.

[indecadent]

Ah, yeah. He does that.

[He shakes his head a little ruefully.]

Thanks.