cape_kore | 001 | Chuck Shurley

Oh, uh...

[Hello, Kore. Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks incredibly baffled as he squints down at the communicator on his wrist. He's outside, and his free hand is shielding his eyes from the sun. He doesn't appear to be someone who's used to being outside very often. Or like, at all.

He seems to be surprised that he's gotten the communicator working. He also seems confused as to who, exactly, he's talking to. But that doesn't stop him from stuttering on anyways.]

Sorry, I--I'm not exactly sure I know exactly were I am? Well, I mean... Cape Kore, obviously, but, uh... I mean, I was just in Ohio.

[He's smart enough that he knows that wherever Cape Kore is, it's certainly not in Ohio. He looks a little lost and confused for a second before a thought occurs to him.]

Was it---is this the angels? They did this, didn't they? They're the only ones who could do this, right? [And yet, even that didn't add up because,] I thought the Apocalypse was over!

[Chuck drags a hand down his face. He's not a Winchester. This isn't a life he's suited for. He's just a writer.]

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Oh. That's...

Great.

Yeah, I mean, it's not one of the highlights of this place. I wouldn't say it's the worst thing, either, though.

What.... What would be the worst thing?

I'd say it's a tie between the lack of cigarettes and the fact that there's no way to get out of here.

Oh. Yeah, that's... pretty bad.

They do have alcohol here, right?

Unfortunately, I've found access to alcohol sorely lacking, too.

But... there is alcohol?

Sure. Anywhere there's people, there's alcohol, right?

Yeah. I mean, that's usually how that goes.

Well, there you go. At least you can drown your sorrows. What's your name?

Yeah. [He gives a slight laugh. At least he can drink his sorrow. He can't imagine what it would be like to be a smoker without cigarettes.]

My name is Chuck.

Nice to meet you, Chuck. Name's Meyer.

It's nice to meet you, Meyer.

So, uh... Have you been here for long?

Not exactly. About a day. I'm still trying to work everything out.

[Although around here, working things out in any satisfying way seems like a lost cause.]

[Oh. Well, at least he wasn't the only one here who had just arrived.]

Any luck?

I've found somewhere to live. That's about the only productive thing you can do around here, seems like.

Yeah. I've found someplace to live too.

Is there--Is there really nothing else to do here?

There's a bar. One bar. And I guess people keep themselves busy trying to find ways out of here.

Oh. That's... not a lot.

Not much, no. We desperately need some entertainment around here.

Yeah. [Too bad Chuck isn't a social person by nature, or he'd suggest they do something about that.]

I mean, at least there's a bar, right?

Sure, at least there's a bar. I foresee a lot of people spending a lot of their time drunk.

[Well, that certainly is his master plan.]

Well, I mean... what else is there to do?

Rebuilding? Exploring? People seem to do that kind of thing, but then I guess that's kind of acknowledging that we'll be stuck here for awhile.

Yeah, I guess.

But, I mean. Better make the most of it while we're here, right?

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