001 | Day 84 | Video | Alec McDowell

[monticora]

Cape Kore huh? [ There's a very confused looking man on the screen now. He's trying to wrap his head around how he went from the safety of Terminal City to this place. This wasn't home and it certainly wasn't post pulse Seattle either. This was somewhere else. Some place new. Maybe he got dropped somewhere else. Maybe this was Ames White's handiwork. Herding a bunch of Transgenic's into some happy space and then watching them scramble for an exit? He was sick enough to think that was entertainment right? Alec was just hoping they didn't grab Max.

He's already started moving. He's pushed the bullet wound in his shoulder to the back of his mind for now. The bandaging under his leather jacket is holding at the moment. He's sure he'll be fine, but he'd rather not test the limits just yet. He's looking back at the device on his wrist again. ] I don't mean to interrupt your regular scheduled programming, but if anyone wants to point me in the direction of a bottle of Jack I'd appreciate it. [ Right now alcohol is what he wants. Mole promised to give him something strong before he went to cutting the bullet from his shoulder. He's going to make someone make the promise come true. ] I wouldn't say no to some company either.

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[video]

[blackmagus]

Actually, there is no regularly scheduled programming.

[Unless it's people showing up injured. That's... getting there, at least. Fortescue offers Alec a smile. She'd felt like drinking upon showing up, too.]

I'm not certain if we have any Jack, but there should be something still in the bar.

[monticora]

I'm not picky. Just as long as it's strong. [ Alec can't knock him out or make his shoulder hurt any less, but it makes Alec feel human on bad days. This is a very bad day. Being on his own isn't something he's unfamiliar with, but being with strangers after everything that happened in Jam Pony makes him itchy. He doesn't even have a sidearm or anything to protect himself with. Not that he really needs it, but if this is Ames' handiwork then he just might.

He's finally stopped to take a look around once again. He's also waiting for a direction of sorts from her. ] Mind tellin' me where to go, sweetheart?

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue chuckles.]

Bar's on the far side of town, sort of opposite the pile of re-ordered rubble. Next to the pharmacy. There's plenty of strong stuff still there, as far as I know.

[They're working on the diner, at least. It doesn't look quite as bad as it used to.]

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[venatical]

[ Everything seems really, really real right now. Damn, this is one impressive dream. ]

Wow, I look young in my subconscious. Nice. Listen, me. It's good to see you and everything, but let's wake up now.

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[monticora]

[ Damn. He looks old. Worn down. Beaten into the ground and then run over with a tank. What the hell was happening? He really hoped Manticore hadn't cooked up some terrifying X3 or X2 with his DNA before they scraped the whole groups to move onto the X5 (his) series. This is seeming stranger by the minute. ] Who the hell are you? [ He's on high alert because he wouldn't put it past Manticore to do something like this before Max burned them to the ground. ] What're you X3? Nah. Gotta be X2.

[venatical]

When were we ever superheroes? [ No, wait... Maybe he isn't dreaming. And there are two Cas's and everything, and he knows there's a parallel him out there somewhere, but he's had more bad doubles than good. His easy expression drops away, and he starts to narrow his eyes. ]

What are you?

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[tryingitall]

No, I'm pretty sure we're all awake just now. Do something; this place isn't big enough for two of you.

[He doesn't really expect Dean to fix this, he's just feeling a generous helping of schadenfreude masquerading as concern.]

[venatical]

No place is ever big enough for two of us. [ Does it sound like he has experience with that? Good, because he does, too freaking much. ]

You do something about it. Mojo him a new face. Can you do that? [ Now he's half-distracted by the idea that angels could. ]

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[foundacause]

[ Did Dean fall into a time-warp? Poor Alec. The whole Dean thing is going to get very old, very quickly. ]

I dunno what your anti-ageing beauty regime is but I would love to know your secret, Deano.

[monticora]

[ This place is seeming less and less safe by the second. None of this makes sense and he was cooked up in a lab. ] You're drunk, sweetheart. My name ain't Dean. [ He's not exactly sure he wants to give it to the woman though. He's a little hesitant because of the whole kidnapping. ]

[foundacause]

Far from drunk, sugar. So, if you're not Dean then who, or what are you? You're no black eyes. Chomper? Shapeshifter?

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[justrunsasaloon]

Dean? What the hell are you playing at?

[monticora]

Again? Seriously. This dude is already a pain in my ass. Say it with me now--Alec.

[justrunsasaloon]

Boy, I've known Dean Winchester since before his brother could walk, don't take that tone with me.

[She studies him for a moment.]

And if that's a gunshot wound, get your ass to the bar, and I'll clean it up for you.

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[intelligently]

So much for warning people away. [ Because that's what Dean had just done and now... weird. Weird isn't good ]

[monticora]

Sweetheart, I wouldn't warn you away one bit. [ At least she's not calling him Dean. That's a start. ] What're you talking about though?

[intelligently]

[ ... Creepy ] The dreams. Staying out of your head? [ And without giving him a chance to reply: ] It wasn't even a day ago.

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[hung_garian]

[Aaaand yet another person who thinks Dean is just looking awfully youthful. Or worse yet, two Deans! He hopes not.]

You know that shit'll kill you, right? Not that I'm complaining, but it's such a terrible waste... you coulda had any number of hilariously painful deaths, liver failure seems a disappointment.

[monticora]

Not so much. [ His liver is in tip top shape, dude. It couldn't kill him even if it wanted to. ] It's a lot harder to kill me than you'd think. But seriously what the hell are you talking about? [ It seems like he's hinting at knowing him and he's not good at beating around the bush. ]

[hung_garian]

I never had much trouble.

[But surely Dean would remember that - how much younger can this version be?


Don't tell me you've forgotten me already, Deano? I'm hurt. Wounded, even.

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[tryingitall]

[Balthazar has been listening to this introduction play out over the network. He's not sure whether to be alarmed or just entertained.]

Well. You are most certainly a break in the regular schedule. Congratulations.

Have you found the bar yet?

[monticora]

Aw. Do I get a prize? [ Sarcastic is just one of the many reasons Alec has trouble making friends. It's hard for him not to look at people and see ways of getting ahead. Using people to get what he wants has always just been second nature. He's trying though because Max gets mad when he uses ordinaries for his own purposes. It's wrong and if he's being honest then Alec is starting to notice it's not right as well.

He nodded to his question about the bar. He's been informed of it's location a few times. He'll get there. ] Can I get a rundown, Big Ben? [ Big Ben. He's so clever. The accent was what helped seal the deal. Maybe Max shoulda named him. She was always much better at naming folks. ]

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[happytobleed]

What are you?

[ He's not going to beat around the bush. Demon, shapeshifter, it doesn't matter what it is. It's stolen Dean's face and it's going to explain itself. ]

[monticora]

Last I checked adorable. [ He's not sure who this dude is, but he looks creepy. Like Logan, but with a bigger stick rammed up his ass. Also messier hair. Though recently Logan had finally gotten a haircut and spared the world his horrible bedhead. ] What's with the third degree, pal? If you wanna start over and ask my name I'll allow it.

[Video]

[lightgunhustler]

[For a few moments, all Jo can do is stare. The resemblance is absolutely undeniable, although this guy is clearly a hell of a lot younger than Dean. Some trick of the town, maybe? Had he been de-aged somehow?

From what she'd been told, stranger things had happened.]

I-- Dean?

[Except the way he talks doesn't exactly sound like Dean. There's something different. Something off about it. She frowns a little, questioning, clearly second-guessing herself.]

What the hell?