Dean Winchester | 008 | Video

[venatical]

Well, welcome to the other side.

[ Dean's been laying low since this place decided to turn into an episode of This Is Your Life, featuring some of his least favorite angels of all time, but after their stint in the tunnel, it seems kind of dumb. They know he's here, even if they didn't talk, and Dean knows they're here, and what the hell ever.

He's got stuff to say, anyway. He spins around in his chair, revealing the wall of monitors behind him, some of them showing feed from the Cape. ]

Now we get to see what life's like over here. Ever wonder what those cameras were hooked up to? [ He grins tightly. ] Found it. Lots of seats up here too to make it nice and cozy.

[ Dean's pissed, and it's thinly veiled, but he breaks off from that to look away and then back again. ]

Has anyone seen Charlie? Redhead, big nerd, game for miles. Tell her to call me.

[ She probably just got lost in the shuffle, right? (He can't even fool himself that much.) ]

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[venatical]

Where the hell's any room in this place? I tried to backtrack and wound up walking past two rooms that weren't there before right next to the one I was looking for. Whatever this place is on, I kinda want some. [ Or he doesn't, at all, no thanks. ]

It's called the Security Room on the little sign on the door. [ He slowly turns his chair a little more, showing off how many chairs are here. ] Looks like it was a popular place.

[blackmagus]

I think we're already on it, darling.

[Fortescue smiles wryly.]

And I can't say that I'm surprised we were popular to be watched... [She grimaces, hoping the scientists weren't taking notes when they were all in the bath. But who is she kidding, they probably were.] Have you seen any hint of our white-clad overlords?

[venatical]

Nope. Which makes you wonder where they went, huh? Did they find a way out and didn't leave a note?

[ He moves back and forth in the chair; it's a fun chair, he can't help it. Even if everything else in this room sucks. ]

Maybe the machine zapped 'em all outta here, but I don't buy that one really, either. That's an awful big coincidence.

[blackmagus]

If that's true, it would suggest that the machine is entirely in control, now. [That thought is... uncomfortable.] It's a pity. I was at least going to complain about the upkeep of their facility. Or the lack of it, beyond commonly used rooms.

[She's joking, of course. It would have been a bit more involved than a complaint box. They needed to answer for whatever they'd done and... where they'd gotten this machine.]

I don't think they were keen on escaping. This doesn't strike me as a place they couldn't get out of. And yet... no bodies, to indicate the fact that they didn't want to leave. Or at least, none that I've found...

/ominous laughter

[venatical]

I haven't found any of that stuff either. Maybe some of their notes lying around in one of the labs, stuff I would've thought they'd pack up and take with them, but hell, maybe it's useless.

[ He rubs his hand over his face and then slumps back in his seat, thinking. ]

Maybe the machine got mad at them, huh? [ It's a joke. Because he doesn't realize the truth yet. ]

:o

[blackmagus]

Hard to say until we've... snooped a bit more.

[Which she isn't really looking forward to, because it's hard to say what's in here with them, but there really isn't much of an alternative? She's mostly kept to common areas today, however. She's still getting over not having access to her magic in the tunnels.]

You mean the scientists were lax with the candy and the late-night tales of terrorbytes? Shame on them.

[Yeah, okay, she's not proud of that pun.]

[venatical]

[ Give Dean a second... Okay, now he's eyerolling at her. Come on, Fortescue! One day in the tunnels, and this is what you're coming up with now? ]

Maybe that's what did it. Bad puns. Scared 'em all out of here. Sent them running for the hills.

[blackmagus]

If they're averse to terrible senses of humor, I'm not certain why they were scientists to begin with.

[She's joking, because her parents had senses of humor and they were scientists... but, well. Engineers are a different story.]

Perhaps I should have started sooner.

[venatical]

Maybe they wanted to cook one up?

[ Ha ha? No, yes? Definitely no. ]

I've been hangin' around too many angels.

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue will do him the courtesy of a smile for that one. Just whip a sense of humor up over a Bunsen burner? Oh, if only.]

Do they all like to make puns? I thought that was just Balthazar.

[venatical]

No, even worse. No senses of humor. Hopefully none of it's going to rub off on me.

[ Though it's interesting to hear Balthazar's making the rounds. He doesn't really consider the angels social butterflies -- well, Gabriel, but he's special -- but Balthazar makes sense. ]

Right, so, this place. Have you checked out the kitchen yet?

[blackmagus]

[She grimaces at the question. And, well, at the thought of something with that much power and no sense of humor. Frightening. Fortescue thought the militant Nazis were bad enough!]

Yes. ...if you can call them kitchens. I suppose they technically fulfill all of the requirements.

[venatical]

Hey. [ He starts holding up fingers. ] Food? Check. Sure, I don't know what some of it is, but it's more food in one place than I've seen in a while. Place to cook? Check.

I saw some Hungry Mans in the freezer. I'm happy.

[blackmagus]

You've a point.

[She can... boil water. That's pretty much it. And make toast.

But all thought pauses on that last part — Fortescue blinks, startled.]

You found men in the freezer?

[venatical]

[ Dean freezes for a second, and then starts to laugh, good and hard, dipping his head even. ]

Yeah, in a little plastic tray. They come with apple cobbler too. Just pop 'em in the microwave and they're good to go.

[ Will he explain for real? Yes, he'll get there, probably. In the meantime... ]

[blackmagus]

[Dean gets just about the wariest stare in the book. Microwave dinners exist back home, but Fortescue's never had one. Or gone to a market. Maybe she should.

Of course, he's laughing.

And she really can't see you as a cannibal, Dean, though you never know...]

I hope I'm missing something big here. [She smirks.] Unless you like men with cobber on top.

[venatical]

[ There's a minor hiccup in his expression. Where before he might've been able to joke about that along with her, now it's uncomfortably close to the truth. And now he's thinking about Cas and American Pie, and his mind briefly derails for about five seconds. Only five seconds! ]

TV dinners. The brand's Hungry Man.

[blackmagus]

[Well. Isn't that interesting?]

I see. And it's exactly the same brand here?

[Now she's distracted, wondering about similarities between worlds and if these people originally came from Earth. Or maybe they are on an Earth, in the middle of nowhere.]

I suppose it's an apt name.

[venatical]

Yeah. There's some other stuff in there I can't even recognize. There's something I thought was some kind of fruit, but then I smelled it, and it definitely smelled like meat.

[ Which was a weird moment for him. Fruit meat? Meat fruit? He can't decide if that's ingenious or evil. ]

Never seen anything like that before in my life. There's some other stuff like that too.

[blackmagus]

Yes... When I was in there earlier, there were some... ominous bottles. [She's half tempted to test them for alcoholic content. This alcoholic's been dry for a while.] It begs the question of whether our captors were even from the same world or not.

[venatical]

Hard to say. They're pulling in a lot of stuff from Earth, and those houses, the stuff in them, weren't really alien. But, well. [ He gestures at her. ] We're not from the same place.

They didn't know what to do with some of us; I remember in that thing that Stane found.

[blackmagus]

[Stane. Another on the missing persons list.]

So another Earth, then? Which ones of us did they have problems with?

[venatical]

People with powers. They were talking about using them maybe in some sort of army.

[ And Dean was not amused by that. Too many people have wanted to use him and his brother to fight their wars for them in the past. ]

[blackmagus]

[Imperium's forces have its magic users, but those are voluntary. For the most part. Fortescue's mouth becomes a thin line, for a moment, as she imagines being forcibly drafted to fight someone else's fight. No thank you.

She doesn't even like fighting. She only does her job to ensure the safety of someone else.]

They didn't expect us to come through at all, and then they decided to make use of us. Typical. I wonder where abandoning their own facility comes into play?

[venatical]

That's what I want to know. Something's up here. Maybe this really is an evac plan, the town was going to cave in, but where did they go? If we can figure that out, maybe we can join them.

[ As much as he'd like to believe there's another secret tunnel out of here, he's less inclined to believe it. There might be, yeah, but now they're surrounded by so much weird shit that they could have portaled their way out or something. ]