Take It Easy

[spiritusimmunde.livejournal.com]

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. ]

Comments

FFF. GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WORK WITH HERE.

[spiritusimmunde.livejournal.com]

[ 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? ]

HOW IS SOCIAL INTERACTION FORMED HOW CONVERSATION GET PRAGNENT

[yoursoultokeep.livejournal.com]

[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.

What you talkin bout Willis.

[spiritusimmunde.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

http://www.somethingawful.com/flash/shmorky/babby.swf

[yoursoultokeep.livejournal.com]

[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.]

what is THAT

[spiritusimmunde.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

HOW I WISH I KNEW

[yoursoultokeep.livejournal.com]

[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.

[spiritusimmunde.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[yoursoultokeep.livejournal.com]

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

You are curious about many things.

[spiritusimmunde.livejournal.com]

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.

[yoursoultokeep.livejournal.com]

[is that a smile? nahhhhhhh.]

They are not.

[spiritusimmunde.livejournal.com]

[ This is definitely an annoyed face though. ]

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

[yoursoultokeep.livejournal.com]

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

What is it that you want to know?

[spiritusimmunde.livejournal.com]

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

For starters, why you're talking to me.

[yoursoultokeep.livejournal.com]

[a tip of the head. :|]

You have an interest in monsters.

[spiritusimmunde.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[yoursoultokeep.livejournal.com]

[she pauses.]

No.