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[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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[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?"

[likely_evil]

"As long as they don't want to slow dance with me."

[primogen_vampirate]

Mina raised an eyebrow at that seemingly inconsistent comment. But then she shrugged. Perhaps people spoke differently in the future. Or perhaps the boy was a bit dim. Too soon to tell, she supposed.

"And what is it that you do, darling?" she asked, bridging her fingers in front of her chest. It was an old trick. An pirate's trick. It was supposed to put her in the superior position of a conversation, as she showed off her many rings and jewels.

Didn't work as well standing up.

[likely_evil]

Sam gave her a bit of a look, confused at her posturing. But he chalked it up to something from the 30's he didn't know about.

"Odd jobs, mainly. Taking a sabbatical from law school. You?"

It was easier to believe a lie when it wasn't really a lie.

[primogen_vampirate]

"I'm a doctor, dear," she said slowly, as if speaking to a very deaf child. "That's why I'm called 'Doctor' Barrett. That's where that comes from."

Perhaps a bit patronizing, she had to concede.

In a gentler tone, she added, "A medical doctor. Surgery and hematology."

With just a small side of witchcraft.

[likely_evil]

"I was about to say, saying your a doctor doesn't necessarily state what you're a doctor of. But good to know that we have a few medical doctors here in case things get worse."

[primogen_vampirate]

"Oh, I'm sure they'll get worse once the panic sets in," Mina said, cheerfully enough. She was quite the voice of experience. It was still an adjustment, realizing that she was probably the oldest person among the refugees. Mina had never had political aspirations.

She still felt like a Prince.

"Of course, given the state of our medical supplies, I imagine we'll be turning positively Darwinian soon enough."

[likely_evil]

"As long as the whiskey holds out, you'll at least have disinfectant."

[primogen_vampirate]

"Clever little lawyer," Mina purred. "Although I suspect the whiskey will contribute to the eventual pandemonium and panic."

[likely_evil]

There was just something about the way she talked that made Sam really start to feel weary. Almost nervous that this woman was sizing him up. He hoped it wasn't for her next meal.

"Hopefully panic won't be too bad if people remember we're in this together."

[primogen_vampirate]

"I suppose that depends on your point of view. I've already heard people pointing fingers at one another around here, trying to assign the blame." She said the word 'blame' like it was some sort of curse word. "Is it the natural state of man to be cooperative or competitive?"

[likely_evil]

"Don't know if it's just man who's like that, but most people want to know what's going on and when they don't understand it, they jump to conclusions."

[primogen_vampirate]

She snapped her fingers, pointing at him. "Precisely! And most people are too stupid to look before they jump. Which, I suppose, is why we need doctors."

[likely_evil]

He chuckled. "I'd guess so."