01 - voice

[idjitminder]

Well balls.

This don't look like where I was supposed to end up. Not that I mind - ain't exactly the rocking chair type anyway. [With a frown, he poked at the device again.] Damn thing ain't even a proper computer. Computers have buttons.

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[foundacause]

Well, well, well. Lookie who finally showed up to the party.

[ Hey, Bobby. It's everybody's favourite demon! The one who possessed Sam and played a teeny tiny part in Jo and Ellen's death. ]

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[idjitminder]

And me without my holy water. [Yep, look how thrilled he is, Meg.] Gimme a few and I'll think of a proper welcome. Something involving Latin.

[ video ]

[foundacause]

Is that any way to greet an old friend, Sugar? Careful, or you might just hurt my feelings.

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[idjitminder]

You'd have to have 'em first, Smokey. [Still pissed? Yeah, that's a safe bet.]

[foundacause]

And here I thought we were going to hold hands and reminisce about the good old days.

[idjitminder]

Ain't no such thing with a damn demon. You weren't with Crowley's lot - the hell have you been hiding out?

[foundacause]

I've kept myself busy. See, me and Crowley, we don't see eye to eye. He's a pathetic little maggot. So no, I wasn't with Crowley's lot.

Course, these days I'm all about Team Winchester.

[ Oh Bobby, you've missed so much! ]

[idjitminder]

[Well, he can't argue the first point, not really. The second one brings him up short and he snorts. All about Team Winchester?] Bullshit. Last demon that was screwed those boys over good.

[foundacause]

If I wanted to screw the Winchesters over then I would've done it a long time ago, Old Timer.

[ Not counting all the times she's tried to kill them. Because be honest, who hasn't tried to kill the Winchesters at least once? ]

Me and the Winchesters... Practically family.

[idjitminder]

Mhm. Pull the other one sunshine. [Because until he hears it from said Winchesters, he's not buying into this one bit. Even afterwards he might be a little suspicious.]

So are you gonna give me the story, or should I find out for myself?

[foundacause]

[ And people wonder why demons never try to change! Being bad is easy and fun. Being good blows and no one trusts you. So much for redemption and self-sacrifice in the name of the Winchesters. ]

No one filled you in on the details? Fine. I'll bite. This place is Cape Kore. This particular spot is the Science Centre - we used to be up near the sea, beautiful view - never did like the salt water though.

It's some kind of pocket universe or something. I dunno. But we get pulled from all different kinds of worlds. And from all different points in time within those worlds.

Speaking of - sorry your noodle got scrambled. Real shame, that.

[tryingitall]

Oh, it's you. [It's not an entirely unpleasant surprise. Balthazar has nothing against Bobby; at least he's interesting and knows how to stock a cabinet for rituals. Still, the angel's metaphorical champagne is still flat from Gabriel's departure. He doesn't sound excited.]

Well. Balls to you, too, and welcome to the Science Center.

[idjitminder]

Oh please tell me I'm not stuck in the afterlife with smartassed angels. That's just damned mean. [Yes, yes, he's happy to see you too. The only angel they'd buried after the fuckery that was Purgatory and Cas going off the damn deep end.]

[tryingitall]

[If Balthazar knew they'd bothered to bury his empty vessel, he'd be borderline touched. It's certainly more consideration than he'd have expected of them. Of course, he hasn't quite hit that point in his own timeline yet, even if he knows it's coming.]

No, some of us seem to have arrived posthumously, but not all. I'm not dead yet, for example. I'm aware it's inevitable.

Since when did you die, anyway?

[idjitminder]

Since a Leviathan in a slick suit punched my ticket. [Kind of. But the rest he's not really up for sharing with anyone aside from the boys.] Didn't even hear the shot before it was all over.

So if this isn't the afterlife - where the hell are we?

[tryingitall]

Leviathan... [He frowns uncomfortably, having had some brief Leviathan experiences of his own.] Were you eaten? At least they shot you first, I suppose.

It's called the Science Center at Cape Kore. It's a very large building, and constantly changing so it's hard even for angels to know where we are and how to get elsewhere. We think it's some sort of experiment, but it's hard to know for sure since the scientists have vanished.

[idjitminder]

No - almost did, but it didn't happen. Bought the farm in a hospital after dodging a reaper for a bit.

Science center? So what, we're all put in here as some kinda lab experiment but the fellas in the white coats what, left town?

[tryingitall]

Strangely anticlimactic, I imagine, after so long hunting. [He resists the urge to ask what dying feels like. Probably not the same for angels, anyway.]

Yes, that's about the size of it. I've been prodding at the equipment. Some of it is inexplicable. Tell you what, since you haven't threatened me yet, I'll bring you a drink and we can compare notes.

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[wolfofmidgard]

Well, I haven't seen any rocking chairs. You're in luck.

[Meja smiles, armor and cloak glamoured to look like a pretty standard blue peacoat and slacks. She has a faint Norwegian accent. Fainter and fainter, the older she gets.]

Are you all right? In a relative sense, I suppose.

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[idjitminder]

Better than I was a few hours ago, but I've gotta admit at this point, starting to get more confused. This isn't what I expected.

[video]

[wolfofmidgard]

What were you expecting?

[Meja's expression is sympathetic. She remembers her own jarring arrival.]

I'm afraid to say that, on some level, this place never makes much sense.

[video]

[idjitminder]

Some kinda afterlife for hunters, but I'm guessing retirement ain't exactly in my future.

After the last few years? I'm gettin used to places not making sense.

[video]

[wolfofmidgard]

[She wonders if it's the traditional sort of hunter he's speaking about, or the kind that hunts things in the night. Around here, you never know. But that will come later.]

Don't worry. This isn't any afterlife I'm familiar with. When you leave here, you'll go back to... wherever that would be.

[Meja knows about how it works, now. You either stick or around, or you're sent away. Back home. And then sometimes you're unlucky enough to come back.]

In the meantime, the corridors change, and it's very difficult to find a door outside.

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[cinereoargenteus]

Think we all got misplaced from where we were supposed to be going. I know I did.

[One ear flicks back and forth curiously.]

Where were you supposed to be heading, pops?

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[idjitminder]

Wherever old hunters go to die, I suppose. Heaven, Hell, someplace in the middle - never gave it much thought to be honest.

[cinereoargenteus]

You died?! [The word comes out in an adolescent squeak.] That is a new one. How did you die? Was it in a fight? Was it a big nasty beast? Was it something boring like a cow stepping on your head?