can't seem to find our state of grace

[tryingitall]

Who: Balthazar and OPEN
What: Exploring and chatting.
When: Day 54
Where: All over the place, but eventually the bar and House 11. Encounter him anywhere you like.
Warnings: Probably none, will update if that changes.


Balthazar's not sure whether to be optimistic about this brave new world or not. There's no question but that certain individuals here are a threat. Raphael and Lucifer? Scary. Whatever's got them all trapped here? Also scary. At the moment, though, the weather is fairly pleasant, there's no looming apocalypse, planned or otherwise, and even the demons here seem to be, if not civil, at least tolerable.

Probably the other shoe will drop before long, but until then he's going to try to enjoy himself.

Hence the search for the bar he hears is around somewhere. He circles through streets, looking over houses, buildings, and...hmm. Rubble. That's a little worrisome. But not too far off he finds what he was looking for, and slips curiously through the doors.

Comments

[undomesticated]

"Nothing wrong with exploring." Not yet, anyway. She might poke her nose in the wrong spot sometime and get a swipe for her troubles, but not yet. Curiosity and the cat, after all.

"I don't believe I've met either of them. I'm with Galen, Kenzi, Jesse, Clint, and Ned. Well, not with them, but they're in the house with me. They all seem nice enough."

[tryingitall]

"That's quite a group. I actually recognize a handful of the people here, but I'd hesitate to call them all nice. Anna's quite nice, and Cas usually is. Dean is sort of a jackass, but then so am I."

Shrug. "In your exploring, have you seen much of the woods?"

[undomesticated]

She hid another smile at him calling himself a jackass. It certainly gave her something to expect from him.

"I was out there for a bit, but I ran into someone who told me about some of the things that ran around in there, so I thought I should wait until I hadn't just woken up here to give it a more thorough going over. Have you?"

[tryingitall]

He's but indifferent honest, as the saying goes, but he's well aware of his ability to irritate people. Maybe he learned a bit of it from Gabriel, or maybe it's all his own discovery.

"No, I haven't, but I heard food supplies were limited, and I thought perhaps foraging for nuts and plants might be wise." He doesn't actually have to eat, himself, but being too cavalier about that might give his game away.

[undomesticated]

"There's also hunting and fishing. I know one person's been catching what she can for other people. The forest doesn't seem to be scarce in things to hunt, either. Probably a little more sustaining than a handful of berries."

[tryingitall]

"You say that now, but wait until people start catching scurvy." He shakes his head. "I, for one, prefer for my teeth to stay in my mouth where they belong. Anyway, I thought it might be fun to have a look around."

[undomesticated]

"Aren't there limes or something behind the bar? Doesn't every bar have limes?"

[tryingitall]

Balthazar laughs. "All right, there may be limes, but we can't count on them lasting forever."

[undomesticated]

"You have a point. Maybe there's Vitamin C in the pharmacy or something?"

[tryingitall]

"Oh, I haven't even seen the pharmacy. See, I'm not done exploring yet, clearly." He finishes off his beer and looks around for a place to throw the empty. "Anyway, if you do check out the woods and see anything interesting, let me know."

[undomesticated]

Riley wasn't even half done hers, sipping at it slowly. "What would fall under 'interesting'? Velociraptors and other things that shouldn't exactly be alive now kind of fit that bill for me."

[tryingitall]

"Well, yes, I definitely want to see the velociraptors," he laughs again, and gets up to look for a place to put the bottle.

Huh. There's another question. Where does the garbage go? Is there a landfill or does some mysterious force remove it? He looks at one of the cameras pointedly, flicks the edge of the bottle, and dumps it in a box behind the bar.

Returning to Riley, he sits sideways in his chair, feeling a bit mellower for having had a beer. "I'd like to see the sea monster, too, actually, just not up close and personal."

[undomesticated]

"I've been warned away from the ocean by multiple people because of a giant squid? So, maybe stand up by the lighthouse and neener neener down at it." She took another sip, watching this strange man with the strange name seem to take this all in stride.

[tryingitall]

His expression shifts, gaze going unfocused as his thoughts go somewhere else. "I like lighthouses. I like the ocean. I might have to do that. Does it ever storm here?"

[undomesticated]

She shrugged at him. "Your guess is as good as mine. I haven't been here long enough to have much of a say. Maybe it does." She took another sip of her drink. "Do you like storms?"

[tryingitall]

"I'm very fond of storms over the sea. They're dangerous, of course. I wouldn't want to see an all-out hurricane hit the place." He taps his knuckles on the edge of the table lightly, smiling. Knock on wood.

"But watching lightning hit the water is beautiful."

[undomesticated]

"Nature has a way of being terrifyingly beautiful." She smiled, thinking of some of the things she'd seen in her comparatively much shorter lifespan.

[tryingitall]

"And beautifully terrifying?" He grins at her, not trying to mock, but amused by the turn or phrase. "Your backpacking trip. Was it an excuse to see the wilderness, then?"

[undomesticated]

"Very much." She nodded as she smiled again, turning her bottle around on the table. "Not exactly. I've lived in the wilderness most of my life. I wanted to try to experience a little Americana. See what all the fuss was about."

[tryingitall]

"Americana as in giant fiberglass corndogs and huge balls of twine? I could recommend a few places."

...so he did a little roadtripping shortly after he Fell. Foamhenge was totally worth it.

[undomesticated]

"Something like that, yeah. I've spent more time out of the country than in it, so I figured now was a good time to get to know my roots, so to speak. When we get out of here, I'd be glad to visit a few."

[tryingitall]

"I recommend avoiding any place that has 'and alligator farm' added to the name. I must say, I'm curious as to why you've spent so much time in the wilderness." It strikes him as a very odd background.

No doubt there are elements of his own backstory that prompt raised eyebrows, though. He's interested, but prying isn't a good way to begin in a strange place.

[undomesticated]

"I thought alligator farms were supposed to be fun?" She grinned when she said it, trying to picture one of her brothers straddling an alligator and getting tossed in the mud. How was that not fun?

"Dad's work," she answered. "He spends a lot of time researching rural and untouched tribes and we spend a lot of time following him. At least I can say I had an eclectic childhood."

[tryingitall]

"Not for the alligators," he answers with a straight face, although that's not really what he meant by the warning in the first place. "Unless the visitors are slow and/or clumsy."

"Ah, yes, you mentioned that. I'm sorry, maybe the beer's stronger than I thought." He smiles apologetically. It's not the drinking, of course, just his own tendency to distraction. "You must have been all over the world, though."

[undomesticated]

"Then it's sort of their own fault. Poke the bear, expect to get bitten." She shrugged. She'd come to realize that people did pretty dumb things in relation to animals and then blamed the animals for it. It seemed to be a failing of theirs.

She gave him a small shrug at the apology. "Not all over it, but we've covered a fair chunk. What about you? Do you travel a lot to find good art?"