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[mynamesnotmeg]

The demon's been busy getting used to her new mount -- trying out the paces, as it were. So far, so good. The lock-and-key symbol seems to be keeping him subdued and essentially unconscious, which makes it easy to not only manipulate his body, but also to look through his memories and get an idea of how to act like him.

One thing stands out as unusual, though, even downright weird, and that's the concept of some place called 'Milliways.'

It sounds interesting.

'Sam' thinks it over, then shrugs and decides to check it out. Steve Wandell can wait for a day or so. (He'd even be grateful for it, if he knew.)

Not long after that, the front door opens, and Sam Winchester walks in. He glances around the room, then heads for the bar.

"Give me a Bud and a pack of Marlboros. Menthol."

The beer and cigarettes appear, and Sam smiles.

"Thanks."

[OOC: Warning warning warning! Before tagging Sam Winchester tonight -- please look here!]

[ETA: Slowtime in effect as of 1:45 am MDT - thank you all!]

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[coconutextract.livejournal.com]

At first sight of Sam, Izzie practically rushes over to him.

"Hey - Dean's been looking for you."

[mynamesnotmeg]

Oh, look. It's the pretty blonde that Sammy likes.

Too bad about what happened to the first one.

"Izzie, hey." He smiles at her, then blinks. "He has?"

[theunsmiling]

Demons call to Michael -- they're something she can't particularly miss -- particularly when they are not Devils.

There's a momentary flicker, and then she smiles, standing and moving at a fast clip toward whatever is wearing Samuel Winchester.

"Sam! Fancy seeing you here."

What could have happened to him in the meantime, how he could have let himself get possessed -- that she doesn't know. Yet.

[mynamesnotmeg]

"Michael, hi."

He grins, evidently amused.

"Yeah? Where else would I be?"

[janebecomes]

Few people match Sam's description so Jane comes over to him with a determined step,

"Are you Dean's brother, sir?"

[mynamesnotmeg]

He shakes his head, then looks her over.

"Dean sure gets around." The unstated implication is still clear.

Sam smiles -- just a bit off-kilter.

[ellectrical]

Elle's settled a little farther down the Bar.

She doesn't look up.

"Your brother's looking for you."

[mynamesnotmeg]

"He does that," Sam admits. "You'd think he was some kind of babysitter, or something."

A beat.

"Hi, Elle."

[justasaleswoman]

Well, well, well.

Isn't this interesting?

"Hello, darling. Fancy meeting you here.

"Now does Daddy know you're out having fun fun fun in this particular T-bird?"

[mynamesnotmeg]

A quick glance from side to side, then --

"Oh look. It's 'sister dear.'"

Sam's smile is more a baring of his teeth.

"Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Why? You planning on telling him?"

[likesthecoat]

"Sam!" Ianto says with pleasure, closing his diary. "Long time no see, mate."

[mynamesnotmeg]

"You're not kidding." Enough so that the demon has to dig around for a second, but it doesn't take more than that.

"Hey, Ianto." Sam smiles back. "Want anything while I'm up?"

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis slides onto a neighboring bar stool.

"You know, your brother wants me to kick your ass straight back out the door."

[mynamesnotmeg]

"Gee, it's nice to see you too," he drawls.

[not_lugosi]

Bela comes down to the bar for food and more company. No door yet. If she doesn't keep every moment of her day planned, she runs the risk of frantic pacing in her room, and that's so lame. Earlier today there was riding and shooting on the firing range, but you can only ride and shoot so long.

She sits down on a stool beside - look at him. Tall, dark, and handsome.

"Menthols? I didn't know the bar supplied cigarettes, too." Although it makes sense. If she provides everything else.

[mynamesnotmeg]

"Sure does." Sam glances over and smiles at her. "Want one?"

[stilljustandrew]

A little ways down the bar, Andrew turns and waves. "Hey, Sam."

[mynamesnotmeg]

Oh.

This one.

Who knows, maybe Steve Wandell will end up in second place after all?

Sam smiles, and waves back.

"Hey, Andrew."

[seaweedbrain.livejournal.com]

I'm here, I'm getting something good to drink.

"Blue coke?"

Have I mentioned this place is cool? Cause this place is just too cool.

[mynamesnotmeg]

"Blue?"

Sam looks over at this.

"That's different."

[walking_napalm]

Liz steps through the door not long after. She's wearing all black as always (today: utilitarian and practical, with the B.P.R.D. vest, utility belt, combat boots, and an empty holster), and has her hair tied back. The bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks are beginning to show the first flush of a sunburn; she has the dusty look of someone who's been wandering somewhere very dry and very hot for several hours.

She brightens as she spots Milliways and closes the door behind herself, and she heads toward the Bar. She slows for a second as she catches sight of a certain tall figure, then determinedly finishes her walk and takes the stool next to him.

"Hey," she says, a little curt but not unfriendly, as Bar supplies a glass of water.

[mynamesnotmeg]

"Hey." A beat. "Liz."

Sam smiles at her.

"Feeling better?"

[kandorian.livejournal.com]

Six and a half foot, shaggy haired guy. Well, he isn't that far off the mark. Only one way to find out.

"Is your name Sam?"

[mynamesnotmeg]

"Sure is."

He grins at her; evidently Sam likes what he sees.

"What's yours?"

[stillbecoming]

"Wow," says Buffy, a couple of seats down, "you're one of the first people I've seen who's actually come in here for alcohol." She frowns at her mango smoothie. "Which, I mean, it's a magical bar at the end of the universe, but it seems like in practice it's more of a magical Costco at the end of the universe."

[mynamesnotmeg]

"That looks more like something you'd get at a juice shop," Sam counters. "Uh, not that I'm much of a Costco shopper."

Or a juice shop client, for that matter.

[aj_crawley]

There's a steady clinking sound chipping away at the noise of the bar, slicing it away into pieces measuring precisely one and a half seconds each.

Where the bar corners off, just a few stools down from Sam, there's a figure in black stirring a tall mug of coffee.

He's not exactly paying much attention to what he's doing.

[mynamesnotmeg]

... well, well, well.

He grins. This is just too good to pass up.

Sam takes out his lighter and begins to tap it against his beer bottle in syncopation with Crowley's rhythm, only with the occasional annoying missed beat.

[nolongerhunted]

When she sees him at the bar, she raises a slight brow. The beer she's used to. The other part not so much. But perhaps Sam has changed. More than she can really imagine. There's no telling. Maybe she'd have to go out and find Dean later to ask.

"Hey, Sam."


[ooc: *pets Sam and Meg both* lol]

[mynamesnotmeg]

"... Jess."

Inwardly, the demon gloats. This is just too delicious for words.

Outwardly, Sam swallows hard, and gives her a weak smile.

"Hi."

Beat.

"Um, how's it going?"


[ooc: oh man. *gets tea* is it just me, or is that a trainwreck ahead?]

[gonna_live]

Kaylee tilts her head, a few seats down the bar. She's got brownies.

"Didn't know you smoked." She doesn't sound too bothered by the notion, at least.

[mynamesnotmeg]

"Figured I might as well take it up," he tells her, with a drag on the cigarette.

"It's not like I have to worry about a long life, so might as well get my kicks where I can, right?"

[hadyougoing]

You know, when Ava was a kid, she did a couple school plays. She was barred from musicals due to her tragic failure to hold any kind of note, but after her breakout role as Helen in a fifth grade production of The Hysterical History of the Trojan War, her friends, teachers, and parents agreed that she was actually not half bad. This resulted in several things:

a) A string of roles in school play (but never musicals) from middle school up through high school.
b) Her parents' inability to afford acting lessons or much of tuition at any college with a decent theatre program.
c) Ava's eventual disillusionment with the entire thing anyway when, as a junior, she was up for a major role in The Glass Menagerie but lost out to stupid Jenny Mollins. Whatever.

However, her time in Cold Oak has given her ample opportunity to return to her long-forsaken hobby. An integral part of stalking and assassinating her fellow competitors for the title of Miss Demonic USA, as it turns out, has been lying. Deceit. And Ava's gotten good at it, she really has. She can even, after months of practice, do the single tear.

All of which is to say that when she finally sees Sam, she is ready.

Cautiously, as if stepping around broken glass, Ava makes her approach. It wouldn't do to be too assertive, too plucky-- not at first. Also, is it just her or is there something a little weird about him?

"Um."

A delicate cough.

"Sam?"

[mynamesnotmeg]

He spins around.

"... Ava."

Carefully, carefully -- this'll require a complex and delicate set of expressions, after all -- the demon widens Sam's eyes and adds a touch of hopeful disbelief.


"It's really you."