[ video ] - Day 174

[foundacause]

[ Meg is looking pretty unimpressed, and cradling a bottle of some kind of alcohol or other liberated from the kitchen. ]

Missing: One Moose. Goes by the name of Sam. If found, approach with caution and gain it's trust with salad.

[ Why can't the Winchesters just stay put like good little dogs? ]

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[idjitminder]

What do you mean he's missing?

[foundacause]

You know, missing? As in, not here. And I thought you were supposed to be one of the smart ones...

[idjitminder]

[Annoyed face. Fine, he'll spell it out.] I mean is he missing from the .. wherever in the hell we are, or is he gone as in pulled back to where he was?

[foundacause]

I mean he's not where he's supposed to be. Usually when people go missing they end up back home, but sometimes they end up on the wrong side of experiments and torture that would make even the finest demon blush.

Gotta say, that's not been happening so much as of late. Maybe our hosts packed up and left before we got here.

But just in case they're still lurking, let's hope little Sammy got a one way ticket back to Sucksville. Course, he didn't look all that hot when he got here. Maybe home isn't so much better than torture.

[idjitminder]

Home ain't ever been what you'd call a picnic. But as long as he's back there, he's got his brother.

[It also meant he was safe from.. whatever in the hell had the power to drag him here. Small comfort, but he'll take it.] This kinda thing happen often?

[foundacause]

What? People up and vanishing? Yeah. It happens.

As for Sammy possibly going home... You want to be the one to tell precious little Deano? Because trust me, it won't end pretty.

[thatoldthatkind]

Good name for a moose: Sam. How did you manage to lose one? They're massive!

[foundacause]

[ Poor Doctor. Just how disappointed is he going to be when he finds out she isn't referring to a real moose? ]

He must've wandered off. Or been kidnapped. Keep an eye out for a moose dressed in plaid, won't you?

[thatoldthatkind]

[ He will be very disappointed. ]

Who dresses a moose in plaid?

[foundacause]

He dresses himself. His brain power goes about that far.

[thatoldthatkind]

A moose dresses himself? Oh, I love new things.

[foundacause]

He also hunts monsters and reads books. Clever, right?

[thatoldthatkind]

I really do need to find out what planet this moose comes from. I'd love to visit once I get you all out of here.

[foundacause]

Oh, he's from Earth. Kansas, as it happens.

[thatoldthatkind]

--Kansas has moose? I must have missed that last time I was there.

[foundacause]

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[ Bubble bursting in 3... 2... 1... ]

He's not an actual moose.

[angelofhope]

They also like tree bark. But I'm, uh, not entirely sure where you'd get it, right now.

[Sign one archangel up for the "confused about nicknames" list.]

[foundacause]

[ Why are all the angels either cute and clueless, or dicks and deadly? ]

I'm actually looking for a human. Sam Winchester. He's like 6'4 with long hair, kinda hard to miss.

[angelofhope]

[Remiel is essentially a puppy with four wings. Happy and content unless pushed to his almost saintly limit.]

Oh! [He smiles, chagrined.] I'm kinda glad. These corridors would be a tight squeeze for a real moose. And male moose can get very territorial. That's a recipe for an unpleasant chase. But, uh, I'll keep an eye out for Sam. When did he vanish?

[foundacause]

I've not seen him in a few days - mind, I've not really been looking either. Until now, any way.

[angelofhope]

[The archangel nods slightly.]

Even when you do look, it's hard to keep track of everybody here. A towering guy in flannel shouldn't be too hard to find, if he's still around.

[Remiel is, admittedly, picturing Hungry Jack.]

[foundacause]

[ He's more over-sized kicked puppy dog than anything. ]

You'd think so, wouldn't you? Let's just hope he hasn't wandered off into trouble.

[angelofhope]

That's not hard, around here. It's better to be gone, I guess, than lost in the hallways. I got turned around a few days ago. Took me an hour to figure out where my room was, again.

[At least this place keeps things interesting.]

[foundacause]

Maybe next time you get lost in the hallways, you should try and find my room. I'm sure we could find ways to pass the time without getting into too much trouble.

[ Meg! Stop flirting with angels! It's going to get your little demonic self killed! ]

[angelofhope]

[Remiel raises both eyebrows. Flirting is not what he first thinks of, and he completely misses any of the implications she's making. Lots of women have tried to flirt with the angel, but only the most direct women have been understood enough to have been turned down.

He's lived on the Earth a long time, but he can't say he's been too intrigued by that part of being in a human shape. He hasn't looked at the idea long enough to become comfortable with it.

So of course, his mind goes to much more innocent activities.]

And which room is yours?

[Which is another way of asking for her name, he supposes.]