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003 | Chuck Shurley | Day 93

[ Good evening, Kore! Amidst all of the new arrivals that have been showing up is a familiar face. Or, well, it would be a familiar face if he hadn't been missing for about three weeks.

Chuck Shurley is standing on the edge of town, looking completely baffled and confused. Like he'd just found himself there without knowing how or why, and so he just... stopped walking. He's tired and he's sore and honestly, he doesn't feel all that great. All he wants to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a few days. He rubs his forehead and he blinks down at the communicator at his wrist for a few seconds. ]

So I, uh... I think I was just kidnapped? By... the scientists?

[ And if he sounds unsure, it's only because he is. It's like trying to remember a dream he had years ago - everything's all fuzzy. ]

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That's a lot of years of watching Days of our Winchesters.

[She resists the urge to whistle, though.]

Let me guess. You drink a lot.

[Knowing the things he must be seeing? It's inevitable, right?]

You ever need a little help on that front, my mom and I can hook you up. She's got the still working over at the old bar. Whipped the place back into shape.

[ He can't help but laugh, just at little at her assumption. Mostly because she's right. ]

Yeah, it's... really the only way I can get through it? I mean, I didn't even know everything was real until last year, but...

[ But demons and vampires and monsters. Not to mention the migraines that come with the visions themselves. He lost count of how many alcohol bottles he'd gone through. ]

That would be great. I met your mom briefly before I met, but, uh, certainly won't turn down free alcohol, right?

I always hear that a lot of writers drink, and most of them don't have visions to worry about. Can't say I blame you.

[Not in the least, Chuck. He even gets a smile of sympathy.]

Hey, as long as people keep finding us ingredients, we'll keep making it. She's been turning out some pretty good moonshine.

Well, I mean... I was a writer before the visions, but they, uh, certainly didn't help.

[ He's not sure he'd call himself an alcoholic, not before the visions showed up anyways. Now... well, it became more of a coping mechanism than an actual addiction. ]

Yeah, no, she's already sent some to my house. And I certainly don't mind helping to find ingredients or anything.

Sounds like mom. One step ahead. Well, anything you can give us will certainly be appreciated. We'll pay you back in product.

I prob'ly shouldn't keep you. I'm guessing you're looking to get your bearings back and settle in now that you've made your way back, right? Not that it's a five-star resort or anything, but you know what I mean.

[ He gives a nod. ] Yeah, no, I'll keep an eye out for whatever I can.

Yeah, I've, uh, gotta go make sure my room is still a room. [ Raphael promised it would be, but chuck also lives in the same house as Gabriel, so Chuck won't believe anything until he sees it with his own eyes. ]

I'll, uh... see you around, then?

I'm sure you will. Not like any of us have anywhere else to go.

[She smiles wryly.]

Take care, okay?

[ He gives her a small smile back. ]

You too.

[ And with that, he ends the feed. ]

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