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The longer it takes the more it goes to waste

Who: Anna Milton and OPEN
What: Anna needs a little time to come to terms with that's happened.
Where: Town centre, by the fountain
When: Evening, day 15
Warnings: Is an irritated & confused angel warning-worthy? No? Probably none. Maybe language.

This is too much. It's quiet here, peaceful even and that almost makes things even worse because Anna can't remember how to handle quiet and peaceful. She's got no idea where she's actually headed when she starts to walk but it doesn't matter, all it needs to be is away and she's happy. It's not an ideal direction - she can distinctly see buildings and she really doesn't want to run into anyone just yet, but it seems just as quiet and peaceful as everywhere else she's seen so far. It's almost enough to make her sick.

She doesn't stop until she sees a fountain, and even as she reaches it she's not sure if she wants to stop for a moment. She stands staring at the running water, with clenched fists and a stony expression, but eventually she starts to relax. The tension slowly dissipates, and eventually she sits down at the edge. Anna's eyes don't move from the statue for anything, and if this is another form of torture then she's not sure what the intent is with all of this. It's never this subtle, never such a disguised attempt and never such a prolonged crescendo. It's almost harder to believe that she's actually out though, because nothing just escapes from prisons like that.

If she's been brought here, it's either for a purpose she wants no part of or it's by something far more powerful than the beings Upstairs. Neither scenarios are ideal, and neither are ones she wants to be a part of. Still, it's a bit late for that now. With a quiet sigh, her gaze drops to survey the floor instead. At least the scenery is pretty.

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Sam had seen Anna talking on the wrist device, but since both Dean and Cas had been talking to her, he didn't see a purpose to respond.

Something in him, now more than before, was very against putting his face on the devices and talking to people. He knew he needed to get past that, but it just felt... wrong. That something bad would happen if he did. of course, he couldn't remove the thing either. That same something told him it would be worse if he dared to try.

So instead he just kept his radio silence. He rarely even left the stoop of the house that the Winchesters had claimed except to make a quick run to the diner or library. But now that the diner was also gone...

That night, however, he decided to take a quick walk. He needed to move past these irrational fears so he decided to make a very easy trek to the fountain and back. As he got closer, he saw the familiar redhead and smiled a bit. Friendly faces were nice.

"Anna?"

Anna's honestly not expecting any interruptions. Not because she doesn't know that there are people she knows, is on friendly terms with even, around here. It's more that she's far too preoccupied trying to figure out just what is going on here, than anything. Still, it doesn't stop her from tearing her eyes off the fountain when she hears a familiar voice calling her name. When she sees that it's Sam who's approaching her, he even gets a slight attempt at a smile. The corners of her mouth tug up slightly, and she raises a hand to wave at him.

"Sam, I'd heard you were floating around too." She stands up, stretching her back slightly editor folding her arms over her chest. The smile he gives him this time is much brighter, there's actually some effort behind it and when she gestures vaguely around them she can't help but let out a quiet laugh.

"This place, it's done quite the number on us, huh."

"Yeah, more than others, that's for sure."

His hands were dug into his pockets and he was wearing a turtleneck. However, Anna would be able to see that he looked a bit worn for wear, like he was recovering from an accident or something similar.

"I don't talk much on the network, sorry, or I would have said hello. I'm surprised Dean and Cas didn't drag you back to the place we're squatting in. You have someplace to stay here yet?"

Anna can't help but wonder how much he knows - Dean mentioned that Sam was takenftom a few years earlier than him, but how early she doesn't know.

"Dean and Castiel seem somewhat..." There's a pause where she tries to figure out just what it is, then finally continues with a half shrug as she lowers her gaze to the floor, "Somewhat wary of me at the moment. Apparently Cas had further history with me in the future."

It's disconcerting, and it makes it all the worse that she doesn't actually know what their "last meeting" (as it has been put so ominously) entails. She's got her determined attitude firmly in place though, and anyway it's pleasant enough to see Sam after all this time so she's content to push it to the back of her mind for now. That can be tomorrow's problem.

"Gabriel's going to put me up. Seems he's got a place all to himself. How have you been though, stuck here for a while or...?"

"About two weeks, like almost everyone else. Kinda hard to keep track of time."

Especially considering he was kidnapped for part of it.

"Who's Gabriel?"

"Two weeks and no one still has any idea what's going on?"

Well that's disheartening, to say the least. She's been hoping that maybe everyone else hasn't been there much longer than her, but that's apparently too much to ask for. She frowns, and for a moment presses her fingers to her temple lightly, but when she looks back she's calm and collected once more.

"Oh, Castiel and I know him. I would have thought you'd have met him by now. There seems to be a few from our world, I wonder if that might be significant."

She's clutching at straws now, but she doesn't like feeling helpless. She's got to at least try to figure this out.

"There's a group of super soldier types who are trying to figure it out. A guy named Coulson is acting as the gateway person for them."

He looked over at the fountain, sighing softly. "All that I know here is Dean, Cas, and Jo. Oh, and this Trickster demon that we have had a few encounters with. I think he got sucked in with me because I was trying to escape from one of his traps when I got pulled here."

"I suppose that's something, at least."

It's not really, but she's got to go with something. She's no more experienced at this than anyone else, but she memorizes the name all the same. Coulson. She'll have to seek him out at a later date, when she's got her thoughts in order and her head screwed on straight once more. If she can at least offer her assistance while she's stuck here, she's doing something at least. She can't just sit and wait for someone else to fix things, it's not in her nature at all.

"You think he got pulled here with you? Has that happened to anyone else?"

She doesn't mean to sound so concerned so quickly, but well. She hadn't exactly been having the most pleasant of interactions upstairs when she'd been sucked into this town. The thought that she might have brought someone with her is unpleasant, to say the least.

"I don't know. I haven't talked to a lot of the people here. Some people know each other, some don't. I mean, it could be possible, but I don't know."

For the boy who was the research nerd, he actually didn't know a lot here. There are reasons though.

"It's got to be something big doing all this. More powerful than I've ever seen, at least."

She's concerned, she can't deny that as much as she's trying. She softens slightly, a slight smile crossing her face as she shakes her head. She'd gone for this damned walk to clear her head, after all, not worry more about the situation that they have been thrust into. "Are you okay, though? Besides all this...transplant craziness. I mean Dean being here's gotta help a little, right?"

"Yeah. I um..." He took a deep breath. "Well, you'll probably hear about it anyway from someone here. I, uh... got kidnapped. A week or so ago. And I got free but don't really remember much at all about what happened. Kinda lost five days, and just... not sure what that means."

He looked down at his feet as he licked his lips. "So most people here aren't really talking to me. I think they may be afraid. Far as I know, no one really even went looking for me 'cept for Dean and Cas."

Anna frowns as she watches him. It certainly sounds ominous - a kidnapping, Sam left with no memory of the event. It's not like weird happenings are new for the Winchester, much less her, but considering where they already are she's sure it can't be good.

"I'm sure you don't know who took you then, do you." She shakes her head and, after a moment or two steps in and rests a hand on his shoulder lightly. "You got back here unharmed though, didn't you?"

"I got back. But I was beat up pretty bad. I'm recovering though."

He shifts though, pulling himself out of her touch range. "I'm still tender in some spots."

Anna quickly jerks her hand back at that, and her frown deepens slightly as she looks at him. "Recovering?"

It strikes her as strange that he's been left to heal himself this whole time, and although there surely must be more to it than just what she can see, she's still confused. "Castiel didn't..offer to heal you, then?"

"I, um... I've been looking for one of the doctors here to examine it all first. So that way they could figure out, you know... what happened. In case it happens to someone else. But I haven't seen her around, and the other female doctor scares the hell outta me."

"She's my favorite, tell you true. Not a lot to look at, our fountain girl, but--ah!" Hi, hey, hope you wanted company. Noisy company. He's freshly showered for the first time this week, so Upstairs might be doing something at least. Company saunters up behind her in a poorly-sized sweatshirt and a huge grin. Company pats his heart in a swell of emotion. "Brings me peace of mind, right? Always watching the water."

An exaggerated sigh as he settles by the fountain a few feet down the way--just smiling. Just kind of nodding at Anna. One hand waves tetchily. "Hola."

Noisy company is exactly what Anna has been hoping to avoid, and she closes her eyes as she hears a distinctly loud voice approaching. It takes a moment for her to muster up the effort, but when she opens her eyes and turns to look at the person who's interrupting her brief moment of peace, she even manages to give him a good natured smile as she nods her agreement.

"Nothing quite like an outlandish fountain to soothe an over active mind." Her response is a little more dry than she would have liked, and she rubs the back of her neck as she follows with a sigh of her own, brief and far too tired. She shrugs her shoulder once, a little sheepish as she folds her hands in her lap and speaks again. "Sorry, long day. Hi. You are...?"

It's not the strangest thing to happen to her that day, after all. Why not make a little conversation with an eccentric stranger?

Wow, wow, she is really making the effort here! How polite! How valiant! He takes the initiative to scoot a little closer (just a few feet!) and talk a little quieter (just a few decibels!). “Poison.” He squints a little as he gets close, hands shoved safely in his pockets. “...You’re new.”

"Poison? I've met a lot of people in my time and no one called that before."

She is still somewhat reserved about him, she's not used to interacting with people quite so outgoing. It's hard not to engage with someone as full on as the person next to her, though. She nods again, and he even gets a small laugh from her this time, quiet and huffed out under her breath. It's certainly a good distraction, there's no way to get wrapped up in her own thoughts again when she's trying to hold a conversation. "Very new. Literally just landed here new, wherever 'here' actually is. I'm Anna."

"Anna?" He scoffs, but way more gently than he could. He could be mean! He won't though. New girl gets decent treatment. "Well, shit, that tells me zip about you. You oughta pick out something better."

"A name doesn't need to tell you anything about a person." She raises an eyebrow at him, turning to fully face him with a rather unimpressed look. It's an odd thing to be bothered by, but for eons her name demanded respect, and now it's being questioned by a stranger in a town she's just appeared in. With a quick clear of her throat and a small frown that she quickly replaces with a more neutral expression, she continues on. "A better way of getting to know someone is usually talking to them, you know. There's not much in a name."

"That's bullshit, there's loads in a name." A shrug. "Not in a name like Anna, but hey. You obviously don't get it. So. Forgivable. Look, we'll pick a new one." He drops down next to her, hands folding in his lap to mimic her. "What should it say? Talking's fer suckers, let's get a review at a glance. What shouldjer name say?"

"Pick a new one?" She frowns at him for a moment, but after a brief pause just shrugs and raises her eyebrows. Sure, she'll play along. It's an interesting enough topic, and winning even more bonus points it means that she doesn't actually have to dwell too much on the actual issue at hand. Picking a new name is much more appealing than any of that, and he's easily talking enough for the both of them. "Alright, why not. What's it supposed to say? You're the expert, help me out a bit. Should it tell you who I am, who I want to be, what I was? None of the above?"

Ah, the expert! He preens. “All of the above, if you can hack it. Lotsa people can’t though, don’t feel to shabby. So you wanna think what’s important, right? To you. Past, present, future? Me, I’m right now, so I got a name for right now. So what about you? What’s it for you?”

"Not the past."

The answer comes quickly, far too quickly for her liking and she actually looks a little embarrassed as she continues, tucking her hair out of her face as she thinks a minute before she responds. "The future. I've spent almost my whole life running from...someone. I've never taken the time to think about anything ahead of me. I want to start."

There's another short pause, and then a lot of confusion as she adds, "Sorry, offloading my life story on you. I don't know why I'm even telling you this."

"Stressful situation." He shrugs, smirking. "Gotta have an outlet, right? You can plug into me, I'm a fuckin powerhouse. Who you runnin from?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," He's gotten her laughing though, and Anna responds with a small jerk of her shoulders too, looking down at her hands. "You could call them my bosses, I suppose. Or family, whatever suits. Either way, they found me. If it hadn't been for this place, I'd still be stuck a captive."

"Still a captive." He points out, then after a beat: "Not to be downer or anything. Captive with company! Great company too, I dunno where your fam woulda putcha, but I think we can agree the scenery and welcoming committe here are top notch."

"The welcoming committee here are much nicer." She smiles, somewhat less polite obligation and a lot more genuinely friendly than her earlier efforts. "I think I might be the only one here who's actually not that upset at ending up here. I'd take this over where I was any day."

"Pfft! Well if that don't tell all! Say what, how d'you like 'Jailbird'? Just a temporary, right? Till the gospel name hits you."

"Jailbird?" Anna shakes her head, chuckling quietly under her breath at that. "Hey, why not? I suppose it fits after all."

"For now." He reminds, rising. "But look--you oughta find a cell to perch at. Night gets dicey out here. Big animals--the real kind, not people with cute nicknames."

"Big animals aren't too much of a threat to me." The comment is more to herself, under her breath as she rises with him. "I think I'll risk it with the dicey nights. If it gets too tough to hack I can always make a break for it."

"Not a threat?" Below-breath or not, he's listening, man! "What are you, some crazy hunter?

Wallie truthfully didn't quite know where he fit in in this place. Eventually he might be able to track down some clothing that fit Shonsu's huge frame, but in the meantime, he had his blue kilt and his boots and he looked just a little out of place, and he knew it.

And he thought he might be able to recognise that feeling in someone else, and a pretty girl tugged at all his heartstrings.

"You look a little lost, miss, if you don't mind my saying so."

A voice tugs her out of her thoughts rather abruptly, and when she looks up it takes her a moment for everything to come into focus around her. She blinks a couple of times, and when she glances around and sees the man nearby she any help but laugh softly under her breath as she nods.

"Am I really that obvious?"

She's smiling, because she'll be damned if after everything she's already been through this is what breaks her. It doesn't quite reach her eyes though, and when Anna makes a movement to stand she's suddenly tired beyond belief. It's certainly been a long day.

"I'm guessing you've been stuck here too then?"

"I think that's the case with most of us, yes. I'm a pretty recent arrival, but if anyone's hiding the fact that they're not as kidnapped as the rest of us, I'd like to meet them."

Wallie gave her a sympathetic smile, and offered her his hand.

"Wallie. Wallie Smith."

He saw no reason to introduce himself as Shonsu while he was here. Sorry, Shonsu.

Anna only hesitates for a money, looking down at his hand with a rather blank expression, and then suddenly she's past whatever little moment she's just had and she takes his hand with that same smile she had on before, shaking firmly. For just a second she's unsure of how to introduce herself. She can't exactly claim the Milton name a her own any more, after all. She let that family go a long time ago, but now's not the time to start thinking about that. There's more than enough to keep her occupied here without dwelling on past losses. "Anna. Just Anna. It's nice to meet you. Friendly faces are a godsend right now."

When she drops her hand they slide quickly into the pockets of her jacket, and she looks around them quickly. If nothing else it's a pleasant enough looking town, though she can't help but find that almost more ominous than if it had looked scary to begin with.

"I don't suppose you've got any more of an idea of what's going on here than anyone else?" It's a long shot, she's sure he's as in the dark as everyone else, but it's always worth a try.

"No more than anyone else, I'm afraid," Wallie sighed. "Well, maybe that's not quite true," he added after a moment's hesitation. "This isn't the first time I've woken up somewhere very unusual, but that's a long story, and this is... different."

In several ways. For one, he was still Shonsu, and second, he hadn't died. At least, he was pretty sure he hadn't died.

"The company seems nice, at least." He gave Anna a warm and flirtacious grin; he couldn't help himself.

"I've heard of this happening before, displacement in time, space, that sort of thing. Never to this scale though, and never with such a lack of...purpose, I suppose." This whole situation has thrown her completely. She's seen a lot in her time, far more than most she's willing to assume, and it's rare for her to witness something she's never come across before. This is completely new to her though, and that scares her a lot.

"Well, yes. The people around here could certainly be a lot worse." She's not usually one to respond with anything more than a dry, disapproving look, but then again everything has been unusual lately. So this time he gets a bright, amused smile instea.

A smile was rewarding. He missed Jja terribly, already, and it was easy to find some comfort in some harmless flirtation.

"I keep waiting for a demigod to show up and point me in right direction," Wallie confessed. "It hasn't happened yet. Maybe we're supposed to work it out ourselves, but I wouldn't mind a hint."

And if there were any deities listening, maybe they wouldn't mind sending something his way. A small miracle, or a prophesy. Just something to work from so he could know what the hell he was doing here.

Anna almost confesses, very nearly comes out with it. After all, she's no demigod but she certainly ranks up there, but now is not the time or the place. Until she knows more about this place, and it's inhabitants, she's going to be keeping very quiet about her identity. She nods her agreement all the same, though.

"Tell me about it. I've never been a fan of orders, but in times like this I almost find myself missing it. It's a hell of a lot easier when you know why you're somewhere, doing something."

"Exactly," Wallie agreed with a puff of slightly sarcastic laughter.

He was tired of gods, anyway. The gods had apparently not kept their promise as far as his happy ending went. He would have excused a lot if he had Jja here with him.

"As it is... it's just disorienting."

Normally at this time of night she'd be leaving the apartment above Doyle's speakeasy for a night of the sort of work that would have scandalized her mother; she'd be headed to Elysium; she'd be out on the town looking for someone to charm into acting as a meal.

So much for all of that — even keeping herself as fed as she'd prefer is simply too risky, right now — but she'll make a social life for herself where she can.

The fountain is charming enough, she supposes — in a quaint sort of way. She can almost forgive it for being the first thing she saw after being kidnapped to this godforsaken place. The redheaded woman, though, is new — and, from the looks of her, another future-person.

Anna's boots click along the cobblestones until she's beside the other woman.

"Another lucky abductee?"

Anna's so lost in her own world that she doesn't notice the woman approaching her until she's actually speaking. It's a bizarre experience for her, she's so distracted here that people are all but sneaking up left right and centre. When she hears the words her head jerks up, pulled rather abruptly out her her own little world, and her first instinct is to offer a smile.

Her second is to take a much closer look at the woman who has approached her out here, because there's something different about her. She frowns as she eyes her closely, and it must look rather strange that she's staring the way she is but she can't quite help herself. She's obviously from one of these other worlds that the people here keep telling her about, she'd know what exactly it is that seems so different to regular humans otherwise, but she can definitely feel it.

And about then is when she realises that she's staring, and she clears her throat as she looks away. "Sorry, hello. Yeah, my numbers been plucked from the draw as well it seems."

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The longer it takes the more it goes to waste

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Anna, meet Anna :D

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