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Blackout, blackout!

Who: The residents of Cape Kore
Where: The center of town, near the ruined fountain
When: Day 100
What: Stane gathered some supplies for a community fire. Consider this a party-style post reacting to the lack of power and the loss of the communicators.

After the power goes out, Stane spends a few minutes standing stock still in the room, holding his breath and waiting for it to come back, but he doesn't waste too much time lingering in that kind of hopefulness. People are going to need things; they're going to need fire to cook and boil water, and they're going to need to do something about the food that's going to spoil.

It's so important that he helps them. It's so important that he helps them stay alive. Maybe the dream sharing is getting to him, maybe it's made his nightmares... feel real, but...

They're going to survive this. He's determined.

He gathers some wood that can be used for firewood and kindling, and he leaves them in the center of the town; he has no way of announcing that the things are there, really, but he cups his hands around his mouth and shouts a general Go to the fountain! Maybe someone will hear him.

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[It's not a particular hindrance to Samandriel when the power goes out, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't still leave him concerned. Anywhere other then Cape Kore, he'd be unlikely to care, but considering the circumstances, and the fact that no power could possibly mean something bad for all of them, it leaves him unsettled. That, and a little worried about everyone else, who will no doubt be worse off than he with no electricity.

He's quiet when he joins the group around the fire, and his eyes scan over everyone present just to make sure they're okay. Nobody seems hurt or particularly shaken, as far as he can see, so that at least comes as some relief. He's as curious as everyone else as to what's up, but taking notice of the comments and questions of others, he simply remains silent and stands off to the side. No point in stating what's already been said, after all. Instead, he opts for now to just listen to the quiet chatter and watch the fire, only in part because he's a bit unsure of how to approach a human--or non-human, as the case may be--in order to strike up casual conversation.]

[ Ned spots Samandriel standing at a little distance from the rest of the people, and he isn't sure if it's just shyness that's keeping him away, or maybe fear. He remembers when the kid had first shown up: he looked like he'd been through hell. That kind of thing can leave you pretty jumpy, which is why he approaches slowly, and makes sure that Samandriel sees him coming. The last thing he wants is to startle the guy ]

I say if it's still out in an hour or so we eat all the ice cream before it melts.

[ He smiles, even though it's a feeble attempt at a joke: there is no ice cream to be eaten. All the same, the food that people have been storing is going to start going bad soon, and that is a real concern. They can't really afford to waste any of it, at this stage. So he's just... attempting to convert his very real anxieties into humor, and not succeeding ]

[Of course, he sees Ned walking over, and though the approach would be unlikely to manage to startle him, he does appreciate the slowness of it. He hasn't actually been around such a large group here yet, and admittedly, he has found himself a little jumpy since arriving. It's nice of Ned though, he decides, and it's nice to see a friendly face, even if they had only spoken for a brief amount of time. As Ned gets closer, Samandriel offers him a slight smile in recognition, though takes a confused turn within moments.]

...I don't understand how that would help anyone. [And the joke soars right over his head. He's still...lost on a lot of human things. Ice cream is one. Jokes are occasionally another. The tone in which he speaks rings with a bit of questioning, seeking clarification without actually asking for it, making it clear that he's not slighting the joke, he just honestly doesn't understand.]

[ Samandriel's misunderstanding of the joke is... odd, to Ned, but after a brief moment of surprise, he dismisses it. Clearly he's just not as funny as he thinks he is. He is more direct when he says ]

I just meant... with the power out, the perishable food is going to spoil, before too long. [ And then, because he wants to be clear, he adds ] There isn't actually any ice cream. At least, not as far as I'm aware of. Not unless Stane's holding out on us.

[ Ned shrugs, looks at Samandriel with concern, a furrow forming between his brows. ]

Are you, um. Doing okay, now? [ The last time he'd seen Samandriel he'd been in a pretty bad state. Now, that had been a while ago, but Ned knows that kind of thing can leave you off-kilter for a long time ]

Oh-- Yes, of course. [He blinks a little in realization once Ned explains, figuring that he probably should have been able to grasp that. In any case, he nods a little -- food going bad is one of the reasons he's worried about this whole thing. It's less of a problem for him, but he likes the people he's met here, and since they need food...it's definitely a concern.] Hopefully it's back before too long; we don't want all the food everyone's worked so hard for to go to waste.

[Kind of a given, but at least it shows he's actually caught on? The question then draws him to a halt, just for a moment, before he smiles reassuringly.]

I am, yes. Much better, actually. I've had plenty of time to heal and regain my strength. [To prove this, there's no evidence of his previous condition left behind, not even so much as a small scar anywhere. He appreciates Ned's concern though, even if he's been better for...well, quite a while now.] I expect that might not be the case if I hadn't had as much help as I did, however. Thankfully the people here are so kind.

[ Ned doesn't say anything in response to that, but any sentence that starts with 'hopefully...' around here is a bit naive, as far as he's concerned. It's true what Samandriel says, and that people here are kind, but that's about all this place has going for it. Apart from that, Ned's only seen things go from bad to worse, and optimism seems misplaced ]

Maybe it's the captivity. You'd think it would turn it against one another, make people competitive and greedy, but it hasn't. For the most part, anyway.

[ And then, because there's nothing either of them (at least, as far as he knows) can do about the power outage, and because he's feeling strange and isolated and a bit melancholy, Ned asks, in a tone of somewhat forced cheer ]

So, uh, where are you from, Samandriel- do you go by Sam? Or uh, Andy, I suppose?

[He doesn't really have much hope about the power returning, but figures keeping some outward sense of hope might keep others from getting too distressed. It's not a great method, but at the very least it seems mildly better than being completely pessimistic. In any case, he nods a little, but w ith the change of subject, Samandriel gets the idea that maybe dwelling on the power outage isn't something Ned wants to do. He understands that; humans like distractions from upsetting things, right? Obliging to talk about something else isn't something he minds doing at all, and hey, it offers the chance for him to learn more about some of the people here.]

I, ah... I've never been especially concerned with nicknames, but some have taken to calling me Alfie. ["Some" being Dean, but still. Glancing downward at himself, he taps the nametag on his shirt like that explains the reasoning behind it. Considering it is actually the reason for the name.] But you're welcome to use Sam or Andy instead, if you'd like. I ordinarily simply go by Samandriel, but I don't mind when others attribute nicknames to me.

[He smiles a little, as though to show that it really is okay for Ned to call him pretty well whatever he'd like, then focuses on the original question. Where is he from?]

I'm from--...I'm actually not certain how to explain that. I'm not sure how the world I'm from differs from yours, but, ah... It's the same place that several others here are from--Dean Winchester, for example. [Dean seems like the best example, since he seems more likely to know most people than, say, any of the other angels. It's about the best answer Samandriel can come up with, but he's quick to send some questions back at Ned, admittedly both curious about him, and the different world that he's from.] And you? Where are you from? What did you do before you were brought here?

Oh. Well, if you don't mind, I'll call you Samandriel. I think it's a really beautiful name, actually. [ Ned says this without a trace of irony, and then ducks his head, a little embarrassed. Was that a weird thing to say? Should he apologize? Or would that make it even worse, like if he hadn't thought it was creepy before, now he would? He opts not to say anything ]

Ah- right. [ Ned and Dean aren't exactly on the best of terms, but he's not about to just come out and say that: even he isn't that awkward ] So I'm assuming you knew him. Otherwise how would you know it was the same world. [ The two hadn't arrived at the same time, but it's still interesting to know, when people come from the same versions of reality. So far, he's never met anyone here who he could really pin down as being from his own world. He doesn't know why, exactly. Some people arrived in groups, some in pairs, others - like himself - solo ]

I'm from a couple little towns you wouldn't have heard of. Coeur d' Coeurs, originally. I'm - was a piemaker. Had my own shop. We'd only just started up. [ Samandriel seems fairly young to him, so he asks ] You a student?

I don't mind. [Shaking his head a little, Samandriel smiles reassuringly. He's taken to allowing people to use nicknames on him, as they seem to have some sort of distaste for actually using long names to refer to others, so in a way, it's nice that someone here would rather use his full name.]

I...mostly knew of him. We only met twice before I arrived here. [Though even only knowing of him would still have made it clear they were from the same world.] He, ah... He saved me once, too. Or--he was one of those who saved me, just before I...wound up here. [Expression faltering a little here, he glances downward briefly. Even if he's physically healed from that particular event, it's still fresh in his mind and not especially pleasant to think about. Shaking his head again, this time more to clear it than anything else, he puts a small smile back up and moves on.]

Oh, that sounds nice. ...Or like it was nice, at least. [He sounds almost apologetic, even if it's not his fault that Ned's here, but he just feels bad for all the people stuck here, who had lives before this and things they may never get back to.] Student? Uhm, no, not-- not really. [Not exactly an explanatory answer, but he's taken to avoiding telling those who seem unfamiliar with non-human beings that he's an angel, unless they already know of the others here. Which, Ned doesn't seem to.]

[ Ned can put the pieces together, there. Just before he arrives means Dean had been one of the ones to save Samandriel from whatever - or more likely whoever - had left him bloody and terrified before he arrived. Grudgingly, Ned's respect for Dean increases. He's only ever encountered him in the role of aggressor, rather than someone who helps other people. But then, Ned doesn't know all that much about him. ]

It was. Haven't been able to help out all that much around here, because the food's so rationed. If the power doesn't come back, I guess I'll finally be completely useless. [ There's a touch of sadness in the way he smiles, then. Ned hates feeling useless, but if he can't bake, he thinks there's really very little he can contribute ]

[ He doesn't give a second thought to Samandriel's slight shiftiness in saying he's not a student. Ned assumes there's a story there - maybe he dropped out? - but doesn't pry, since it doesn't seem like something he's willing to talk about. Instead, he asks what he realizes has the potential to be an even touchier subject ] You have any family, back home? [ Ned knows that for some - like Riley - talking about family members is a comfort, when they are out of reach ]

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[ Chuck hasn't has much chance to speak to Samandriel, with everything that's been going on lately. Samandriel had arrived, and then Chuck had been kidnapped. His memories from before he was kidnapped were a bit hazy, like trying to remember something that happened a very long time ago, but what he does remember was that Samandriel had shown up in pretty bad shape.

He looks better now, of course. But even still, he can't help but make his way over. It's never a good thing when an angel is that beat up. ]

So, uh. You look better.

[Samandriel notices Chuck quickly, watching his approach with a bit of quiet curiosity. It's actually sort of a relief to see him again. Their first interaction wasn't a particularly long one, but still. As an angel, he's a little protective of prophets, whether he knows them or not, and Chuck's absence didn't go unnoticed. It's good to see that he's back and in...what appears to be decent condition.]

I've had time to recover, as well as great amounts of help from others. [Raphael had healed him that first day, and he'd then been fussed over for several days afterward as he recuperated. Things had improved relatively quickly, and now he's... Well, he's doing a lot better. There's not really much more to say about it than that, which leaves him fixing Chuck with a curious and slightly concerned look.] And you're back now. Are you alright?

[ Chuck gives a small smile, relieved that he's alright. If anyone deserved to be fussed over, after arriving in that condition, it would be Samandriel. He certainly does look like he's doing better, but he's fairly certain that angels heal faster than humans anyways. ]

No, that's--that's good. I'm glad you're doing alright.

[ He nods. ] Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I can't remember anything, you know?

[ It makes him feel helpless, honestly. He feels like he should be able to remember where he was taken or what they did so that they can do something, but he doesn't. ]

[He's glad to be doing alright, too. Who wouldn't be? Especially after...well, all that had happened. Really, he's just thankful that his brothers were here, because otherwise, he doubted he'd be doing as well as he is now.]

You don't remember anything? [That has him worried in an instant.] Nothing at all? But you were gone for some time...

[Pausing, taking a moment to consider it, it occurs to Samandriel that none of those that have gone missing since he arrived ever seemed to remember what had happened to them. Frowning a little, he watches Chuck quietly, almost as though he might find an answer there.]

Has...anyone ever remembered anything? After being taken by our captors like that?

Yeah, uh, something like three weeks, I think?

[ It hadn't felt like three weeks. It hadn't even felt like a day. One moment he was in town, listening to people talk about maybe trying to find a way to break out from... wherever they were, and the next, he was standing outside town with a vague feeling that something had happened, but he couldn't remember what.

He shakes his head. He wishes he could remember something, anything, but he doesn't. ] No. I mean, at least, I don't think anyone else has.

I don't even remember getting to the outside of town. I was just... there, you know?

...I see.

[The words come out in a rather grave tone of voice, mixed with a bit of concern. Concern for Chuck, for himself, for everyone here. The entire place is ominous and disconcerting, but people being taken by the captors and then returned with no memory of it is perhaps the thing that causes the most unsettling feelings.

Expression settling into something unreadable, Samandriel gives a delayed nod. He's silent for a few moments, thinking, but...the thoughts lead nowhere. There's no way of knowing how it happens, and searching for an answer, just as searching for an escape, is likely dangerous.]

But you're unharmed, at least. You were even when you were returned, correct? It's...probably best to focus on and simply be happy with that.

[ Chuck waits silently for Samandriel to think up of a response. He's been living with Gabriel and Balthazar for so long, who have witty comebacks for the things Chuck say before Chuck can even finish saying anything, that it's nice to see that there are some other angels that are a bit more reserved and considerate. More angels like Castiel.

He gives a nod. ] Yeah, I wasn't hurt or anything. So, uh, whatever they did to me couldn't have left any lasting effects, right? I mean, I would have been able to tell by now. [ At least, he's fairly certain of that. He has no broken bones, no bruises, and he's not sick or anything. ]

Not much to be happy about now, though. [ Not with the power out. No power isn't life threatening or anything, humans lived years without electricity, and they would be able to too, if it came to that. But all of their food will spoil if things don't turn on quickly, and it will make life a lot more difficult, that's for sure. ]

[ Hey there most adorable housemate! Can Donna just cuddle you all up and mother you forever? No? Oh well, how about if she just sits down next to you for awhile? ]

If the power stays out long we'll have to boil water over fires for the cups of teas.

[ She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. ] You ever get the feeling something bad is gonna happen?

[Donna! He's pleased to see her, even if the circumstances leave a little to be desired.

Eyes following her as she sits down, Samandriel offers a faint bit of a smile in greeting, though it falls quickly. The question raised causes his brow to furrow, and he presses his lips into a firm line as he considers how to answer. It's a tough choice, really, because part of him wants to lie only for the purpose of reassuring her, but in the end...he opts for the truth. There's little point in lying about it here anyway, the situation already grim as it is--as it always seems to be here.]

...Yes. It's a feeling that hasn't really left me since I arrived here. [Though, everything he's heard about the place surely hadn't helped with that.] And it's only grown stronger now, with the power loss.

Darn it. I was really hoping I was just being paranoid. You know, kidnappers should really lay off the creepy stuff. I mean, for once, couldn't people be kidnapped for good things like all night parties and extra long bubble baths?

I don't believe it's possible to just 'be paranoid' here, with all that happens. [He smiles a little, weakly.] And I don't believe it would be considered kidnapping if you're taken to do something you'd like. As nice as I imagine that would be.

No, I suppose you're right. Still, it'd be nice to catch a break every now and then, right?

Well yes, of course. Though even that seems to be asking too much around here.

[Making a bit of a face, he drops his gaze and watches the light of the fire against the ground at his feet, falling silent. All in all, one could probably consider the bit of time they've all had without anything too bad going on to be something of a break, but Samandriel's not so sure he can consider it that. Not when he's almost been waiting for something to happen.

Shaking his head, he glances back to Donna and, though he doesn't really believe it as he speaks, he carries on:] But perhaps we'll be lucky this time and the power with come back on in a relatively quick amount of time, and with no repercussions.

[ Things have been on the quiet side and that's probably as close to safety and peace they're gonna find in this place. It's hardly the most reassuring thought.

She watches him. She knows he's an angel. She knows the angels could probably kill everyone here if they wanted to. But he looks so young and innocent that she can't help but want to protect him. ]

Not so sure there's much luck to be found here, but what is life if we don't cling to a little hope?

Until then... we're gonna be okay, right?

[He nods rather gravely in his agreement with her statement; hope is about all they have here, really. Maybe there's not a lot, but even the bit everyone has is important. It keeps them going, keeps them from simply giving up, and it might even help them all to get out of here one day. Maybe.

Donna's question grabs his attention quickly, and though he does take a pause to consider his answer, he's fairly sure of himself when he nods a moment later.]

We will be, yes. If all they wanted to do was kill us, they would have done so by now. I can't say I have any idea of what they are doing, what their intent is with us here, but everyone here has survived everything they've wrought on us so far. I'm sure we'll all continue to. [He offers a small smile, and after a moment's hesitation, he even goes as far as to rest his hand lightly on her arm in hopes to reassure her, even if only a little.] That's not to say that it may not be a struggle, and some of us will likely be more...worse for wear, but...we'll persevere.

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