Exploring

[likely_evil]

Who: Sam Winchester and OPEN
Where: around town
When: Day 2
Warnings: None

Sam could hear the people on his wrist thing talking, but he wasn't really all the comfortable talking to people he didn't know. Not yet, especially if they were being watched. He was still unsure about this not being another show that the Trickster was making him play out, but the fear he could hear from the people's voices on his wrist felt real.

One of the first rules in a hunt though was to learn your environment. So while Dean was watching over a comatose Castiel in the house they claimed, Sam was out scouting to see what he could figure out about this place.

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[primogen_vampirate]

After talking with Carter--and quite literally betraying everything she stood for in the process--Mina decided she needed to clear her head. Being by the water had always done the most remarkable things for her thought processes, so she decided to spend some time on the beach. Or, at least, what passed for a bloody beach around here anyway.

She sat on a rock for awhile, a startling contrast really: A striking woman in a three piece suit and tie, over a purple button-down shirt, with a fedora, up against a backdrop of nature. But she wasn't really interested in artistic statements at the moment. When Mina was in a situation outside of her control, her first task was always creating control. The problem was that there were still too many factors outside of her influence. There was the kidnapping, the strangers, the unappealing environment, and, of course, the damn Fae infection.

That much, at least, she was determined to control. And once her mind was clearer, she started to practice.

Mina flicked her fingertips against each other. At first, nothing happened, but when she started to concentrate, little puffs of white, sparkling smoke started to pop off of her hand. And, with a little more concentration, she soon managed to conjure up a white butterfly. It fluttered around her head a few seconds, then shot off into the dark. She stood up, turning to see where it went.

[likely_evil]

Hello rogue butterfly heading straight for Sam's head. Not wanting any bad karma - the whole crushing a butterfly as it's flapping it's wings type of karma - he ducked his head to the side to avoid it and watched it continue to fly on.

As he turned back in the direction he had been, he noticed the person who had moved a bit into his line of sight. "Um, hey. Sorry, didn't see you over there. I didn't startle you, right?"

[primogen_vampirate]

Her hand was already reaching for her gun, but then he spoke and she realized that he was neither a threat nor...an adult. Well, she was a poor judge of those sorts of things, but he seemed startlingly young.

Not worth shooting just yet, anyway.

Mina's hand fell away and the pale glow of her skin started to fade as her temper came into check. "Well, I didn't plunge to an icy death in the surf," she replied cheerfully. "I would say not."

[likely_evil]

Seeing that it was dark, it was hard to miss the glow on her skin. His mind would have played it off as being the moon, but he had been hunting long enough not to completely dismiss something like that. It didn't fit any monster that he knew of, however, so probably best to play dumb.

Especially since she was packing, as her reaction to the gun had proved.

"I was just taking a walk. Hearing the people on the communicator talk, I didn't think anyone would actually be out here to disturb."

[primogen_vampirate]

"I suppose it would be a safe assumption that we're all already properly disturbed," she replied dryly.

With one finger, she tipped back the brim of her fedora, giving the boy a closer examination. American, no question. Probably not overly wealthy, judging by his clothing. And not Kindred, of course. No predator's taint. And she was quite sure he hadn't been participating in the fun and games that came with trying to organize this exotic collection of individuals.

Either an outsider or else hiding.

[likely_evil]

For a tall man, Sam was good at making himself small. It helped keep people from making assumptions about him.

"This place is pretty disturbing, that's for sure. Still not sure what this place even is. Or where."

[primogen_vampirate]

"Hell," she mused. "I always imagined it resembled suburbia."

She stepped out over the rocks, approaching him slowly. "Doctor Mina Barrett," she said, offering him a bejeweled hand. "Last of Chicago, 1932. Which, I'm told, makes me something of a relic."

[likely_evil]

"If it makes you feel better, I know people older than that." He pulled his hand from his pocket to shake hers. "I'm Sam, from around 2009."

[primogen_vampirate]

She gave him a firm, brisk handshake. Mina always made a point of squeezing a little harder than necessary, at least, with men. Force of habit. The need to assert herself in a man's world.

And no small measure of ego.

"2009?" she repeated, her lips curling slightly. Before Doctor Brown's apocalypse. "You must tell me what the future is like, dear."

[likely_evil]

"There's no flying cars yet, if that's what you're wondering. Otherwise, just a lot of technology, a few wars, and people being people."

[primogen_vampirate]

Mina laughed softly. "Yes, well. We can always count on people for that."

She was a bit skeptical about the flying cars though. She was quite certain Doctor Brown had one. But no sense in arguing with the boy.

[likely_evil]

"the one thing that will never change. Until, you know, people become aliens and then things will just be totally screwy."

[primogen_vampirate]

"I rather think I should like to meet an alien," Mina said, pulling her hand back and settling it comfortably in her pocket. "Don't you think it would be interesting?"

[notrosesshadow]

Martha was doing much the same. Waking up somewhere different was something she was used to, even though she had spent a year or two in London in one place. It didn't matter much though. She was somewhere new and apparently she wasn't allowed out. Martha had actually thought about exploring ways out, but the forest felt wrong... wrong enough that she didn't dare try it on her own. Nor did she feel like the road was a viable option without a partner. So she contented herself with making a mental map of everything, and was on her way back to the pharmacy when she turned a corner too quickly and ran into a human shaped tree.

[likely_evil]

Sam wasn't watching where he was going either, and the tree went tumbling down hard. Except for a scrape on the hand he used to catch himself, he was just a bit dusty.

"Sorry... you okay?" he asked, even though he was the one knocked down. He was used to taking blame for everything lately.

[notrosesshadow]

Martha stopped in shock, and a bit of pain. Nose to sternum never felt good. But it wasn't broken. "As good as I can be considering the situation. Still, so far it's better than some I've been in." No one was actively trying to kill her. That was good.

Martha reached a hand down to the gentleman on the ground. He was huge. She was rather surprised she had knocked him over.

"Sorry for rounding the corner so fast. I was... mapping things out. Your hand OK?"

[likely_evil]

"No, it's okay." Sam pushed himself back up with her help and then looked at his hand. "Just a scratch, so I'll live."

[notrosesshadow]

Martha did smile at him then. "Good. We don't have that much medical supplies at the moment and I'd feel like the worst doctor in the world if I'd injured you and then had to turn you away from the clinic!" She was mostly joking.

...

Mostly.

They really did need more medical supplies.

[likely_evil]

"I heard about some people organizing a clinic over this thing." He held up his wrist communicator. "Are there a lot of doctors here then?"

[notrosesshadow]

Martha shrugged. "Me, Dr. Barret, and Dr. Banner. It's good to have multiples. Gives you a choice of who to see. Plus there's specialties to think of. Consults etc. I haven't really talked to them much other than knowing they're there and finding somewhere to put together the clinic."

[likely_evil]

"Did a lot of people come in hurt to need one set up immediately?"

[notrosesshadow]

"No. I haven't actually had to help anyone. But the one thing I know about people, especially in unknown circumstances, is they tend to get hurt very easily. People try things. People get upset. People don't think. Best to be prepared."

It sounded very Boy Scout. But it was pretty much how she had to live.

[likely_evil]

"Especially if they give into paranoia and start to turn on each other, then you'll have your hands full.'

[notrosesshadow]

Martha nodded as though she'd seen this type of behavior before. "We don't have much, but it's something to work with."

She smiled up at the man and held out her hand. "I'm Martha Jones... I suppose I should throw in a doctor there... but Martha's fine."

[likely_evil]

He took her hand and shook it. "I'm Sam Winchester. Nice to meet you."