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[The hydroponics lab is looking very, very green behind Meja as she clicks her device on.]

This might be a long shot, as they say, but does anyone here know much about strawberries, by any chance? I've planted one of the last mystery canisters and apparently that's what they are, except I have no idea how to take care of them.

[She pans the shot over to show young strawberry plants, with delicate new leaves.]

I wouldn't recognize them at all if I hadn't seen pictures back on my Realm. So, hopefully in the future, we'll have strawberries. [The valkyrie pauses.] If you do come to hydroponics, mind the mistletoe plant in the corner. It's acting... oddly again.

[In fact, it has rope restraints, now. But Meja will be in the lab most of the day to help, if it snakes out of them and tries to grab people like it did before.]

lost_my_shoe

[ One minute Sam was getting things together to summon Crowley and the next he's waking up in his room back at the Cape Kore Science Center. Talk abut a major mindfuck. He could really do without this crap right now.

It takes him a few minutes to figure out where the Hell he is and he's not happy about it. ]

Damn it! Not now!

[ Poor Sam is not a happy Moose right now. He reaches for the device and sends out a video. ]

Hey. So I guess I'm back. Anyone want to fill me in on what I've missed? How long was I gone?

foundacause

[ Meg is covered in blood - most of it is not her own. She brushes a hand through her hair, blood smearing along her forehead in the process. ]

For those of you who know him... Sam Winchester is dead.

[ Apparently a lot of that blood is Sam's. ]

blackmagus

So, stop me if you've heard this one before. An orc walks into a bar with a parrot. "That's neat," says the bartender, "where'd you get it?"

"In a cave," says the parrot.

[Despite the joke, Fortescue is terribly unamused by the situation. Her breathing is on the heavy side, labored by some heavy bruising from being slammed into a tunnel wall by a baby dragon. On the plus side of that whole debacle, she's fireproof when she wants to be.

On the minus... well, there's a lot of minuses. She's tired, needs a drink, and the best weapon she has is a sword. Which she's not really trained to use, but it's better than nothing. Because her own personal hell is stalking through these tunnels. She can hear them occasionally, and she's kept on the move to try and stay ahead of them.

Speaking of which, a loud, echoing click comes from somewhere behind her — probably — and she stumbles back into a brisk walk. All the color's drained from her face, which is why this is an audio broadcast. Still, she can't help her shaky tone. Bad memories come with every click.

Jazz is curled tightly around her shoulders. He's extremely at risk in this situation.]

Anyone find something interesting in here? Other than our fellow captives, of course. They're very interesting, what with their trying to rend our flesh from our bones. I've never cared for centipedes and I like them even less when they're big enough to wrap around my leg.

lost_my_shoe

[ Oh beloved Science Center, up to all your old tricks! Seriously, this place could reduce a guy to drink. As soon as they can find one!

Sam's back hurts. Waking up in a tunnel? Seriously? He only went to bed a few hours ago. At least he doesn't feel quite as out of it as he did when he first arrived.

Still, Sam's hunter instincts kick in and he's armed, alert and on his guard. ]

Is everyone okay? Dean?! Cas? Jo? Meg? Meja? Anyone injured?

judgementscalling

[Rhyleigh looks a little less enraged this time around, though still thoroughly annoyed. He's had plenty of time to cool off and - surprisingly - has not attempted to attack the machine.

Though he's tempted all over again.]

Kid. I blame you.

[Said kid he is referring to is Leo. And what is he blaming Leo for?

Well he moves the watch, panning to the bed in his room where there's a pile of stress balls.]

I really hate this goddamn machine and its sense of humor.

wolfofmidgard

[While the previous morning had been a relatively quiet one, this morning? Well, it doesn't quite start off that way. Meja had stopped by the closet where Balthazar had kept his spider 'friend' that he'd taken off of her hands, to give her her weekly meal. Since the angel's disappearance, she's more or less taken over, although dropping a rat in the room is about the most she does. There's no telling what is in the creature's venom. And if she's eating rats, she's not snacking on people (though the 'keep away - dangerous' makeshift sign on the door helps).

But today starts off with Meja in the closet, face pensive as she turns her device on.]

Safety's a relative concept, around here, but you should all know that there's a giant spider who escaped her 'enclosure' today. [She mimes about the size of two chihuahuas. Getting a steady diet's made her even bigger. Unfortunately.] She's aggressive, but she'll probably hole herself up somewhere for a while. So be careful with cupboards and things like that — her bite might be deadly. Let's not confirm it.

[And if someone has to kill her for self defense, well, them's the breaks for a hissy, giant spider.]

clearasil

[ Disgruntled girl here sitting in a work station, which she is slowly personalizing since she apparently can't do anything in her room. This is the first time she's tried to contact the entire center and she looks vaguely sheepish about it. ]

Okay, hi.

I've been here for, like, two weeks and I know requests should be reasonable and stuff when it comes to personal items. I have been dying for a piano here, and I thought I'd ask for an electric but instead I got a dinky toy piano instead. Hilarious.

[ Enough dissing the system for now, she supposes. Natalie clears her throat. ] I guess I have a new goal as far as building things goes. But... yeah, do you think that was too personal or fun or something? This sounds like a stupid question. I'm trying to figure out limitations.

blackmagus

[Her day had been going so quietly. Well, mostly. As quiet as the Center gets. Sometimes that's pretty damned quiet. But today, as Fortescue is attempting to scrounge up some lunch, she discovers something in the fridge that she hopes no one in the Center classifies as food.

It has two mouths. And tentacles. And bright colors that would be rather pretty, if it wasn't snarling its head off. Luckily, her reaction time is faster than those tentacles, and she gets the door closed before she has to worry about whether or not the tentacles have toothy suckers on them.

But now it's in the refrigerator, with the food, and she has to think of a game plan. It's not a game plan that comes to mind, either, as she clicks her phone on. Tendrils of shadow are keeping the door firmly shut, which means her concentration is split between the phone and her magic.]

So, you lot. [Yes, you.] I've been thinking. We seem to have a hard time of keeping track of everyone's comings and goings, which makes this place all the more confusing. [The refrigerator snarls and shakes, but she keeps going.] There were plans for a buddy system in the past, but that doesn't work if both disappear. Does anyone have any bright ideas? Perhaps some sort of sheet to check into, every day, in a centralized space?

Obviously it will only work if people use it. [Snarl!] I'm all ears, darlings. What do we think?

[While she figures out what to do with squidzilla. She's far too sober for this.]

judgementscalling

[The first few seconds of the video feed are of someones torn and paint covered jeans and scuffed sneakers. There's a muffled voice, then more fumbling before the video is turned around. It's of a very irritated young man, his scowl very present despite the purple and black bandanna covering the lower half of his face. He's standing outside one of the dorm rooms.]

You've all got ten seconds to explain to me what the hell is going on.

[Rhyleigh always found it better to get straight to the point. Which is exactly why after a moments pause he starts counting.

... He's not exactly sure what he's going to do once he reaches ten, but it always seemed to work when Sojourner didn't want to tell him something.]

commandertoolbelt

[ Man, does Leo ever look irritated when his face shows up on the network this time. And rattled; he's just woken up after trying to hack the machine, missing something very important to him. ]

Okay! I get it! Don't touch the machine, don't hack the machine - even if that's literally a gods-given ability of yours - just don't do anything with the machine. I get it! Now can someone -

[ The camera suddenly goes nuts, and there's a loud thunk as it hits the floor. Leo curses in Greek, and you can see his hand as he struggles to pick the thing back up. It takes about a minute, and a few poor excuses for attempts that end up with it clattering to the floor yet again, before he manages to keep it in his hands (yes, plural) without dropping it. He lets out his breath in a huff before continuing. ]

Can someone please explain how a machine can take away your sense of touch? Because this isn't funny! I mean, on the one hand, I can't feel pain anymore than I can anything else, so I'm practically the next best thing to invincible right now. But how do I get it back? I need that.

( action )

lost_my_shoe

[ Private video to Jo Harvelle ]

[ Remember how much older and more tired Sam looked when you first arrived, Jo? Well, he looks a whole lot worse now. Don't take it personally. The last few days have been hard for him. ]

Hey... You still up for that drink?

colpevolezza

( Some tl;dr about Edward arriving. )

[The device is simple enough for him to understand. Edward wavers between text or voice - he's loathe to show his face to a group of strangers, especially considering how obviously not human he looks. It usually isn't a problem when he's with his family - whether it was intimidation or awe that made people keep their distance, it doesn't matter. He needs to be careful, more careful than he's ever been before.

Nodding to himself, he presses a button to turn on the voice option. There's a short pause of silence as he agonizes over what to say. ]

I suppose an introduction would be in order. [ He clears his throat, truly an unneeded action but it's a force of habit. ] My name is Edward - a recent arrival. I'm aware of where I am, but unfortunately it still leaves me with many unanswered questions. [ And for someone who is so used to knowing so much, it's more than a little disturbing. He chuckles softly at himself, so soft that many wouldn't be able to catch it unless their own hearing is supernatural in nature. ] I assume that's usually the case when someone arrives. If anyone could get into contact with me, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

wolfofmidgard

[Suffice it to say, the Center has been a bit strange for the past few days. Maybe more. Meja's found it hard to categorize "strange" after being here for so long. But she has noticed the flow of newcomers, and so, to that end, she pulls out her phone.

She's in the hydroponics lab, trimming one of the larger plants. Surprise, surprise.]

Hei hei, Center. This is a... general message. I've noticed that we seem to have a few new people around here, and I know getting used to this place is rough. I trust that someone's explained the basics to you by now. If they haven't, feel free to ask me what you'd like; I'll try to explain as well as I can.

On another general note, we do have a library if you get bored, and many labs with equipment in them. Please don't mess around with something unless you feel confident in your ability to do so. We don't know what a lot of it does, yet. [She smiles wryly.] I'd like everyone to keep their limbs, if at all possible.

But, if something does happen, and you need medical assistance, you're free to call me. My name is Meja, for those who don't know me already. And if you start missing sunlight, you can come here, to the hydroponics lab.

[She tilts the phone slightly to show all of the plants that they've successfully tended to, here. It's a nice, leafy space, now. There's also Roland the rescued white lab rat, who pokes his nose at the phone before Meja gently removes it from his little paws.]

I'm always up for company.

alldamned

Well, now. Think I finally got the hang of this thing.

[He gives the camera an easy smile as he settles in, seated in the room he's claimed for himself with his feet up on the table, legs crossed. Perfectly at home, despite the cold and potentially sterile environment. Sure beats Purgatory, anyway.]

Wonderin' if there's anyone I can talk to about gettin' some grub in this place. Not tryin' to be a princess or anything, but I've got some special dietary needs. Would sure appreciate anyone who could lend a hand.

[That said--]

Now. [His smile fades just a little bit, gaze growing just a touch more serious. Somber never quite fit him, but this will do.] I hear some of you have been to a little place called Purgatory. Y'all should give me a ring, when you've got the time. We may just have some friends in common.

[Translation: Dean, get on the horn now.]

happytobleed

[ It's a different type of disorientation from the last time he'd left and come back. The last time, he'd been hurt, his grace half-torn from his body.

He's no stronger this time, even if it's on borrowed grace, but he's more composed and it's easy enough to reach into his pocket for the device that hadn't been there a moment earlier. ]

Can anyone tell me how long I've been gone? The last time I remember being here was shortly after we left the town. Maybe a few weeks.

[ It's clear that he's walking through a dim hall as he speaks, heading towards his living space. ]

[ Private to Dean ]

Dean, are you here?

hackr

[ Distressed blonde alert. She's clearly trying to keep it under control, but there's an anxious waver in her voice. ]

Hey! Uh.

So, I was trying to make myself a sandwich because, um, girl's gotta eat if she's gonna be trapped in a science center, you know? [ She clears her throat. ] Just so you know, stay away from the roast beef. (At least I think it's roast beef?)

If anyone can help me out, I've got kind of a skin problem. Don't think this is normal human allergies. Believe me, I was tested when I was little and this never came up.

commandertoolbelt

[ On comes the screen with a scrawny, teenaged Latino who looks... mildly disturbed. There's are a few scorch marks on his shirt, but nothing too bad. He's mostly kept control out there, and for now he's found his way into a room without the stupid blobs. Hopefully it stays that way. ]

Okay, first of all - what is up with the evil Jell-o? Is that a normal welcome wagon thing here, because that is totally not how we greet people at home. [ Okay, maybe some people do. Monsters do. It's par for the course if you're a demigod, really. But that's beside the point. ]

Secondly... [ Here Leo leans forward, a spark of interest in his eyes. This, friends, is the look of someone who is up to something. You should probably be concerned. ] What can you guys tell me about this machine of yours?

olyelloweyes

[Before the video even turns on, there's signs. The fluorescent lights flicker on and off in all the surrounding rooms and hallways. Then all the clocks completely stop. When the video does start broadcasting, it shows a body lying there with his eyes wide open and a gunshot wound straight through the heart. It's obvious that he's stone-cold dead.

Then he blinks, gasping out once, and then sitting bolt upright. The lights go crazy around him. In between the time of one turning off and turning back on, his eyes flicker a pale yellow. Azazel looks around him in confusion. The last thing he remembers was being shot by Dean Winchester. And now he was....here, wherever here was.

It's then that he notices the phone, showing off everything he's been doing. He picks it up, brow furrowed in confusion.]

Where the hell am I?

knifecollecting

[It hadn't taken her long to figure out the phone, but even if she knew how to use it she was determined to wait. Maybe she would run into someone in person and get better answers about where she was.

She was damn sure it wasn't where she was supposed to be.

Her attempt to leave the room was good until the door was about to close behind her and a red blob appeared out of nowhere. A quick slap didn't deter it and she quickly retreated back behind the door for a temporary reprieve.

Time for answers.]

Where am I? 'Cause this wasn't where I was before that dick interfered so I don't know why I'm here. [She has places to be. Kind of. The phone moves back a little and it's obvious that Jo is leaning against a door that has something banging against the other side.]

And what's with the red blubber? [Sooner or later it's going to get underneath the door, isn't it?]

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