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Sam Winchester ([personal profile] gavemea_45) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-07-02 08:53 pm

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If Sam never sees another catfish ever again, that'll be perfectly fine with him.

Perhaps especially not a giant spinning catfish -- which, as it turns out, isn't actually supposed to be spinning.

This would be why Sam is currently hunched over a table, poring over a collection of books, notes, his laptop, and John Winchester's journal, trying to figure out how on earth to exorcise a possessed statue of a fish.

As far as he knows, Dean's still back in the hotel room, laughing himself sick.
q_in_training: (brushing hair from eyes)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-04 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
A little sheepish, "I've still got my eye on MIT, even if they didn't think I was cool enough for them last year. But maybe Cornell or Carnegie Mellon, too. Or Austin, if I can suck it up to living in Texas.

"I'm just looking," she adds, a little hastily. "Nothing major yet."
q_in_training: (conversational)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"How come? Just not as much into the computer stuff as...other stuff?"

She sneaks a quickly assessing glance at his laptop.
q_in_training: (my OS can beat up your OS)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-04 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
...that is one very big catfish.

And this is maybe one of the three times in Mac's life where she's glad she lives in Neptune. It's a very weird feeling.

"Hey, as long as you know enough about them to not ask me where the 'any key' is, we're cool," she remarks with dry humor, continuing to eye the catfish. "Even if you are a Windows heathen."

Idly, she keeps skimming over the open windows, and --

"Ohhh." The relief in her voice is audible.
q_in_training: (snicker)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-04 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah."

She's snickering a little, reading a few more notes.

"Dude, you could have just said it was possessed. I was starting to think you were in a weird cult of weather vane vandalizers or something."
q_in_training: (shyly pleased)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-04 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Not a whole lot," she admits with a shrug, glancing at Sam. "But there's this guy I know here -- Andrew Wells? -- and he's pretty into it." Matter-of-fact, "I've been his willing research lackey a couple times."
q_in_training: (small smile)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-04 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." So's Mac's. "He's pretty awesome. And like the first friend I made here."

(Which says a lot, none of which Mac's going to say out loud.)

"So you do the vampire- and demon-hunting stuff for a living, too?"
q_in_training: (study session)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-04 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cool," she says approvingly, leaning over a few of the books to get a better look. "And all I ever got to do for Take Your Daughter to Work Day was ride a jet ski."
q_in_training: (grin)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-05 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"It'd be lame to lie and say my dad's Evil Knievel, wouldn't it." Self-deprecating, even as she returns the grin. "He sells them. That's it."

As she continues the survey of the book collection, the journal's getting more and more of her attention. She lifts a curious eyebrow.
q_in_training: (listening; concerned)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-05 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Just once or twice," she points out, and then, quieter: "...Oh. Uh."

Awkward. She scratches the crook of her elbow, more out of a need to fidget with something than because of an itch.

"Bad topic?" she asks, the words pretty close to a wince in and of themselves.
q_in_training: (watching (blonde))

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-05 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, use of the present tense there is good, at least. Mac relaxes a fraction.

"So that's...all of his notes on it and stuff? Passed down through generations? Or, uh -- " Embarrased. "Generation. Singular."
q_in_training: (sly smile)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-05 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
She cracks a slight smile.

"He takes all the cool ones and leaves you to hunt the possessed catfish?" she asks.
q_in_training: (avoidant)

[personal profile] q_in_training 2007-07-05 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
And just like that, the smile's gone.

Crap.

"Bad topic," she repeats at a mumble, wry and a little flat, dropping her gaze as she drums her fingers against the tabletop once. A deep breath, in prelude to what she hopes will be a less crappy topic.

Which of course is the exact second when she can't think of anything else to say, and just has to blow out the breath in an inaudible sigh.

Ten seconds to go until she scoots the chair back and makes a break for it.

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