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Take It Easy

WHO: Sam Winchester and OPEN.
WHERE: Some incredibly twee coffee shop that appeals to his repressed inner hipster.
WHEN: Sunday, Sept 20. Noon-ish.
WARNINGS: PG, there's always a chance of mild swearing with Sammy.
SUMMARY: Due to the recent influx of gods in the City, Sam's researching. Yawn.
FORMAT: Quicklog

[ Sam's sitting in a corner booth of a crowded cafe, and he's got the table all to himself. He's clicking away at his laptop with one hand and sipping coffee with another, and occassionally, he grabs one of the books and pages through it rapidly like he's searching for a live grenade before it goes off. Then he finds whatever factoid he needed, marks the page, and goes back to the computer. He could happily be at this for hours and, in fact, has been doing this for days. Only the location ever changes. Feel free to break the monotony. ]

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[oh boy, there's a big-eyed little girl sitting across the room! she's actually wearing some approximation of civilian clothes instead of THAT FUCKING SCHOOL UNIFORM, or, uh... it looks like she is. illusions, man. they're some crazy-ass shit. yes, she is wearing that hat. no, she does not have any sense of style.

she's nursing a cup of some godforsaken blend of tea and just watching, and she makes no attempt to break his concentration. if he has a spider-sense for creepers, he'll pick up on her, but Ai has no reason to engage in conversation with him, despite what she picks up. she's content to observe, at this moment in time.

creepily. :(]

[ Sam's pretty focused on what he's doing, but eventually the waitress comes over and interrupts him with more caffeine, and before he gets back to what he was doing there's a nagging feeling that he's being watched, and he looks around and sees here. She looks like that weird girl archetype who was somehow at every school he ever went to.

He watches her back for awhile, but loses interest because coffee shops attract all kinds. Sam goes back to his computer, but every so often he looks over just to check that she's not going to kill him or whatever, because why is a little kid staring at him? ]

[whenever he looks at her, she meets his eyes and just. looks back. after about seven minutes of this shit, she takes a final sip of tea, sits up from her chair, and walks to the booth, bringing the cup and saucer (because yes, she has a motherfucking saucer) with her.

and sits down opposite Sam. not creepy at all. NOT CREEPY AT ALL. she pauses, then speaks, her voice flat and childlike.]

Hello.

[ He blinks a few times and shuts the laptop, so she can't see whatever bizarre legends he was reading. He wonders why everyone he meets always has to be creepy - and this would still be creepy if she was ten years old, but the fact that a minor has just pulled a standard coffee house pick-up is alarming to him. ]

Uh. Hi? [ He looks around to see if there's anyone else who looks like him that she could possibly think he was. ] Can I help you?

[of course, she thinks. he would not know. explaining it, however, will be difficult, especially considering her disinclination to actually speak, you know, with words and full sentences.

Ai does not sleep, as a general rule, although she is capable. Ai watches. if she sees someone who may be of interest, she watches them especially. with Lucifer gone, this is less of a concern, but she still keeps up, more from habit than anything else. at any rate, she believes she knows his name, though there is always uncertainty.]

Sam Winchester?

[it's a little more subdued than the greeting, but her monotone voice keeps it from really sounding like a question.]

[ She has his complete attention now, because he's not putting together who she is at all, and people coming up to him who know his name and act weird are generally Bad Things.

He tilts his head and narrows his eyes at her, scrutinizing a little more, and, yes, his hand goes into his jacket's pocket because there's a flask of holy water in that. Sam's already trying to figure out how to get it in her tea. ]

Yeah. Who are you, exactly? And how did you find me here?

[she is somewhat aware of his typical reaction to the supernatural, but not fully. until recently, after all, he has been second-string in Ai's list of priorities.]

I was already already here. I noticed you.

[still, she's confident that he cannot hurt her. she sips again, longer this time, without closing her eyes even slightly.]

My name is Ai.

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[ He's not exactly sure that she's something to hurt, but she's definitely worrisome. Also, second-string is still too high, and he'd rather the creepers not even know who he is.

Yeah, cross this place off the list of places he's ever going to frequent again. Unless he's trying to find her for whatever reason. ]

Ai. Right.

[ He opens the computer to see if any of his notes on the comm types include the name Ai. He doesn't remember it at all. ]

So you thought you had to come over here and talk.

[she just. looks at him from under the brim of that motherfucking hat.]

You are curious about many things.

I'm not the one who's sitting down at someone else's table randomly, knowing their name when we've never met.

[ Although... yeah, it's totally something he would do to a few of the demon-types on the comms. He does not appreciate the proverbial table being turned. ]

You mean the books? They're for a paper I'm doing.

[is that a smile? nahhhhhhh.]

They are not.

[ This is definitely an annoyed face though. ]

They are. Norse elements in Tolkien, it's for a lit class.

[MORE STARING oh Sam you so full of shit.]

What is it that you want to know?

[ He is a lying liar who lies, yes. ]

For starters, why you're talking to me.

[a tip of the head. :|]

You have an interest in monsters.

[ A slight nod. It's not really hard to figure out, he's been creepering all over various monster/demon types on the comms. ]

You have an interest in hunters.

[she pauses.]

No.

[Jono's been at the station all morning since the wee hours and coffee is needed like burning, especially if he's going to visit Pete later, like he plans. The place is way too busy for his liking, so he takes the coffee and searches for a nook with relative peace, and settles down in the booth adjacent to Sam's. God he's tired.]

[ So even though Sam is like, the worst cop ever, he's still been at the station once or twice, and he thinks he recognizes the new arrival. He kicks far seat, which is the back of Jono's to get his attention. ]

Hey.

[You've got Jono's attention, though he's sort of blanking on Sam's name, whoops. He looks vaguely familiar...]

Hullo...?

[ Yeah, he's seen him before. Hrr. He needs to find a place to hang out where 'heroes' don't congregate, although he's pretty sure that Jono was in the station because he's a cop and not because he was getting arrested. ]

Sorry, I was thinking that I should know you, but I've got no idea who you are.

[Oh well then. Jono shifts a bit more because ow neck-craning is a pain.]

It's Jono - Jonothon Starsmore.

[There's a beat, and he realizes that might not mean anything to the bloke at the next table. He is not in top mental form right now, no sir.]

I'm on the police force, so you might have seen me on a patrol, or the like.

Sam.

[ He gives a small nod; he thinks he's heard the name before, but obsessively pulling out his communicator to check would be rude. ]

Yeah, I'm kinda on the force myself, except that I suck at it. Although cops usually fail at getting things right anyway, so maybe I'm doing all right.

[Jono nods back, then drinks some coffee as Sam talks.]

I wouldn't say that.

[Sam's comment irks him, for some reason. Probably the tiredness combined with the fact that everyone around has a completely negative view of the police force, so it's getting old.]

A fair amount of police here do their jobs, and well.

I wasn't talking about the ones here.

[ He shrugs a little. If Jono took it as an insult, it's not really his problem. ]

Everyone seems pretty open-minded. I mean, how can you not be? There's enough weird shit going on in a week to keep every Area-51 conspiracy theorist busy for twenty years.

That's fair.

[Moody McBrooderson drinks more coffee; maybe it'll prevent him from carrying his irritation over into the next topic of conversation. He's aware that he's cranky, for once.]

Depends on where you're from, I suppose. There're scores of aliens and clones and evil government operatives back home.

[He shrugs. Okay maybe it is kind of a big deal back at home but Jono thinks it shouldn't be. People should be used to it by now.]

[ He is in cranky company, really. Sam's starting to page through a book on Norse mythology while they talk. ]

Not so much with the evil operatives and aliens, but there's other stuff that I wouldn't exactly call 'normal'. I guess that's why I don't mind it here so much. Abnormal's normal.

[ Which reminds him. ]

Do you know a kid called Ai?

Seems to be the case with most. Except the one bloke who thinks he's hallucinating.

[Jono turns back to his coffee as Sam pulls out a book, but looks up again when he's addressed once more.]

Doesn't ring any bells. Why?

Oh, we still might be hallucinating. This could be a really bad peyote trip.

[ He sips at his own coffee and shrugs. ]

She was here earlier. Really creepy little kid. Like, Children of the Corn creepy. She knew my name.

[Jono snorts]

Doubtful, as I've never heard of peyote. Also, alternate dimensions are one of those things that happen every once in a while back home.

[He's been to one. Three, if you count group hallucinations. He blinks at Sam's description of the girl.]

Huh. Think that might be her power? That'd send anyone over the edge, knowing things.

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Take It Easy

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i have the cut-text eagles song stuck in my head now foreverrr

This is a Winchester thread. I fail if it doesn't get classic rock in your head.

haha, then i suppose you're doin it rite /supernatural noob