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TEST DRIVE MEME #8

TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to the eighth test drive meme for Abraxas! This meme is run a little bit differently than most in that you'll be asked to choose one of the three different arrival scenarios below for your character to take. If you have any questions about this mechanic or anything else related to the TDM, please take a look at the questions below or ask one of your own under the Questions header below. For general game questions please still use the FAQ.

Our Setting pages are full of information on the world of Abraxas, and an overview of the story so far can be found on our Game History page! Anything on that page - including information about the Horizon and the Singularity - can be assumed to be told to newcomers after they arrive, no matter which faction they are received in. For more information on Ambrose and the apprentice mages, Marlo, and Rowan, please see our NPCs page.

You can also find answers to questions asked on previous TDMs in their respective questions threads.

NOTED CURRENT EVENTS

◎ Rumor has it that two emissaries - a werewolf and a vampire - visited from Nocwich in early July. With them came some wares distributed to shops throughout each faction. A few sparse items may remain for purchase, such as glowing flowers or fine ales, but much of it has now been sold.

◎ New arrivals in THE FREE CITIES may hear a bit of chatter around Cadens about art, politics, and recent performances involving its sister city, Libertas. It's all standard fare - the kind of topics spoken about over a beer or in line at the market - but there's a small stir in the air.

◎ Lately, locals in SOLVUNN have begun to approach the Summoned with a sort of awe and respect. New arrivals will find themselves treated much the same way and may be asked for advice or given gifts that seem like offerings such as wine, harvest bounties, or some delicious goat cheese. Your character is free to turn these down and should they turn down enough people, they will not be bothered further as no one wishes to offend them.


Arrival

You awaken suspended in the abyss, silent darkness stretching out in all directions. If you try to yell, you'll find that the sound doesn't carry. If you try to move, you'll find it's impossible to tell whether or not you're actually getting anywhere. If you reach for an item you were carrying last time you remember being awake, your hand will only touch bare skin.

You're naked and floating helplessly through the void, and what little air you have in your lungs is running out.

There's a pinprick of light that almost looks like a faraway star but as it grows it becomes clear that it's actually quite close. Through the opening you can see a bright room, but it's hard to make out any individual objects, as if you're looking from beneath rippling water.

Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne

A hand plunges through and you realize water is just what it is. Whether you take hold of the hand or not it will grab you and yank you up through the surface, lifting you out until you're sprawled on solid ground. Once you catch your breath, you can get a better look at the surroundings: tall trees and even taller stone pillars surround the platform you're laying on. Behind you is an ornate fountain, the base of which is so deep and so dark you might be compelled to scramble away from it lest it suck you back in to that endless abyss. Ahead of you are the walls of a large castle with several tall towers reaching up towards the sky.

If you had any powers, they feel unusually weak. Attempts to use magic or enhanced strength or powers of any sort fizzle out without any effect, but they don't feel completely gone, either.

Set into an indent on a marble slab behind the fountain is a card bearing the image of one of the arcana.

An apprentice mage - the one whose hand lifted you out of the fountain - brushes the water off on their robes and runs back to join a group of three others, who all stare intently at a mage with highly decorated robes and a large, heavy book. He peers up at you for a moment and starts flipping through the book.

"One moment," he says, not bothering to look up from the tome. He looks tired. "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. We’ll explain everything in a moment, but for now, please calm down. You’re completely fine."

Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the pages, until he stops on one specific passage, stares at it for a moment, and then sighs with relief:

"Finally!"

Ambrose's expression brightens, relief visible across his features. He waves one of the apprentices over with a fine silk tunic, pants, and some basic sandals and with a wave of his hand they reshape to fit you perfectly.

"Oh, thank heavens," he says, closing the book and approaching you with a sort of worn-out relief. “I was beginning to believe we’d never get it exactly right.”

Now that he's not hunching over the book, he doesn't seem quite so stuffy and inapproachable. The apprentices all seem to visibly relax, and the one that handed you the tunic stops to take the tarot card down from the marble slab. If you show any curiosity about the card, they'll let you take a longer look, but won't let you touch it.

"Please, come with me," he says, motioning for you to follow him towards the castle. "As promised, my pupils will explain your current situation. And, ah - if you had any magic of your own, or other special abilities you can't access right now, fear not, they'll return within the week. The summoning takes a lot out of you."

One of the apprentices steps forward and rattles on and on about the castle, Thorne itself, the names of a bunch of royals and nobles, and of course, your reason for being here. The Kingdom and the world itself is in great peril, and tales of your exploits have reached far and wide across universes. If asked about these exploits, the apprentice will simply smile and shrug. The High Mage was happy to see you and that's good enough.

Once inside the castle you're taken to the North Wing, which has been set up as living quarters for you and your fellow newcomers. There are four people to a room, but each generously-sized bed has opaque curtains that can be drawn around it. You can meet your roommates here and discuss your shared situation (those who were previously brought in may have a great deal of information to tell you), or you can wander around and meet the others.

There's also a dining hall stocked with a rotating 24/7 buffet in celebration of the new honored guests. Somehow, your very favorite food is part of the rotation (or at least an attempted recreation of it given the limited technology available to the Thorneans). The town surrounding the castle is all abuzz as well, with most shops and services willing to give free samples of their wares to the new arrivals.

You may also notice that your sign is embroidered on your tunic: the same image you saw on the card from before with the name of the sign itself beneath it. If you ask the castle residents, they'll tell you a little bit about your sign (and will mostly stick to the positives, although some might point out the negatives).

Last (and, if you ask anyone else in the castle, least) there is a worn stone staircase leading underground to the dungeon. You can go there, if you wish, but all powers are restricted in the dungeons and most of the cells stand empty.

Scenario Two: Welcome to the Free Cities

You find yourself pulled from the water by a pair of strong hands. Dry warmth hits you at once as you're set on a warm hard floor. As your senses return you realize you're on dull ruddy stone and surrounded by strangers. Men and women in unfamiliar uniforms of brown and red leather stand in a semi-circle around a small pool of water. The very pool you were just pulled from. The water is still now, rimmed in pale gold tiles with odd symbols etched into them. Across it on the far side is a raised pedestal with a card propped on it. The card bears an arcana symbol.

You feel weak. Drained. Any abilities or magical powers you have seem far away and impossible to access. You're in what looks like a cave lit by dozens and dozens of torches set into the wall. There's no furniture or decoration to be seen besides the pool. It's almost uncomfortably warm and there's the sound of rushing wind somewhere in the distance. Flickering shadows obscure the faces of the guards. A robed woman stands off to the side, looking at you anxiously and then to the authoritative woman standing before you. She's grinning, dressed in a fancier uniform than the others. There's a sword at her hip. A guard covers you with a blanket and returns to their place in the semi-circle.

The woman with the sword gives a nod of approval and smiles warmly.

"Sorry about the circumstances."

She gives you a good hard look before standing again.

"Take a minute, catch your breath, you've had quite a shock. Take it nice and easy. I'm Prime Minister Marlo Reiner and you're in The Free Cities. That nice lady over there will explain everything to you and get you settled." A nod to the robed woman off to the side.

Marlo Reiner steps back and the robed mage approaches to help you up.

"Come with me, please." She brings you out of the cave through a corridor that angles upwards until you emerge in what looks like some kind of storage facility. Shelves of wooden boxes and cloth bags line them, unidentifiable parts of what might be machines are tucked into corners and propped against shelving units. "This is one of the Free Cities' outposts," the mage explains as she leads you. "We're honored to have you with us, I'm sure you have many questions but please save them. You need to recover!"

You'll learn you're in the Cadens Desert Outpost 003, a military outpost on the outskirts of Cadens city. You're brought to a room in the barracks that's been prepared. Each barracks room is rather sparse and utilitarian. Six simple beds set against the wall, three on each side of the room, each with a trunk at the foot of it. You're told the world is in a delicate and dangerous times and you're needed to help. You're important, you're told, and they're very grateful you're here.

You're asked to stay close for the time being, but to make yourself at home. The outpost is more a proper military base than the name implies, with full facilities. The barracks have a communal bathing room at the end of the hall, with curtains that can be pulled around the individual raised round tubs for privacy. There's a mess hall that has food available from sun up till a few hours after sundown. You're even encouraged to make use of the training grounds, if you'd like, with non-lethal training weapons available for use and obstacle courses set up. And the city of Cadens is only a couple of hours away by wagon - though you're asked initially to please be back at the outpost within a few hours of the sun going down.

For your own safety.

Scenario Three: Welcome to Solvunn

The feeling of floating is the first sense that comes to you as the edges of unconsciousness start to ebb. Sunlight filters through the rippling water as you open your eyes, making you squint. Before you have the chance to panic and inhale, firm hands grasp your arms and pull you to the surface of the water. Moments later, soft warmth is wrapped around your shoulders as you're guided on unsteady legs out of a pool of water. You're lowered to the soft grass. Men and women in simple garments with lavish embroidery stand by, waiting with bated breath, glancing seriously at an old man in an ornate robe. He holds an old leather-bound book in one hand and in the other is a card bearing an arcana symbol. His eyes move quickly over the page, and he mumbles idly to himself.

Any strength you may have possessed feels as though it has slipped through your fingers. Any abilities or magical powers you have don't come to the surface no matter how hard you try. You're in a grassy clearing in the midst of a circle of large stone slabs stacked to look like doorways. In the middle is the same glimmering pool you were just pulled from. A gentle breeze blows through, carrying the scent of flowers and herbs from an ornately decorated altar set off in front of one of the stone doorways. The mage closes his book and steps out of the water, addressing a matronly old woman. Behind her are two younger people, a rough-looking man, and a meek young girl, both of whom are also watching the mage.

“I detect no ill will from the gods, it seems we've been blessed with success.” Those that had gathered all breathe a sigh of relief and now seem pleased.

The old woman smiles and steps forward, offering to take your hands and help you stand. “Any gift the gods give us is one we will happily take. I'm certain you have many questions, and they will all be answered in time. For now, rest and know you will be taken care of.”

She pats the top of your hand and steps away with a serene smile, letting one of the others come forward with some clothes that seem to fit you perfectly. Once you're dressed, someone approaches to drape a delicate-looking charm depicting a long-horned creature with large wings on a thin chain over your neck. Ask around later, and you may find that it is a symbol of Vielehauffe, the God of the Herd.

The rough-looking man from before steps forward once you're decent and motions with his head outside of the stone circle. His speech is informal, his consonants harsh.

“Hold your horses, I can see all those questions coming about! Rowan March, at your service. I'm one of the council members of Solvunn. There's a lot to discuss, but it's best talked about over a hot meal.” He leads you to a horse-drawn carriage and helps you up into the back. He talks the entire ride to the settlement.

You find out you are in the Primary Settlement, the first of three that make up Solvunn's great territory. The settlement is situated between two lakes and is humming with life. You're brought to the center of town and escorted to an apartment above one of the establishments in town. Rowan explains that the living conditions are temporary if you'd like them to be, that local families would also be happy to host you in their home. That there are others like you who have also taken up residence within the three settlements. You're told that the world hangs upon the brink of disaster and that there are those in this world that are happy to see it fall to ruin with their meddling.

You're important. The gods have graced them with your presence. They're delighted you're here. Welcome to Solvunn.

Everything you need has been provided in this humble apartment, and if it hasn't, there are shops that line the streets and a marketplace in the center of town. Owners of some establishments or stalls are more than happy to give out samples or barter with your time for their goods. Babysitting can be a very lucrative business. You're told of the other settlements, that they'd like you to stay here for now, but if you can find a family to host you, the secondary and tertiary settlements are best to get to with an escort.

There are tales of travelers visiting the secondary settlement without invitation disappearing without a trace. The gods are as hungry as they are protective, young traveler.

You’ll find that there are more than enough activities to throw yourself into to better settle into your new life in Solvunn. Work is done in the first part of the day so that families can spend the rest of it together in leisure and work on their crafts - whatever those may be. For those children who are not of school age, they need nannies or storytellers, and there’s always a gaggle of them running about unsupervised. Families with livestock can always take a spare hand, especially since farms are so spread out, they have a tendency to wander. Whatever skills you may possess can always be of use to the community or to honor the gods.

If any of these options are no good for your lifestyle, the main roads between settlements can always use a bit of monster clean-up… just make sure you don’t go alone.




Questions


How many slots are open?
Please check the Taken page for how many player, franchise, and canon slots are available. Activity check will be processed before applications open, so the count may change between now and then. Existing players can apply for a second character without restriction.

How do I choose a scenario for my character?
Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Which faction your character is drawn into has nothing to do with their personal morality, beliefs, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into any one of the situations.

Can I try out more than one scenario?
You can! But please keep in mind that only the one you eventually choose can be game canon, if you decide to keep any of your TDM threads.

What happens if my character refuses to comply with the NPCs?
They will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and the faction leaders will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, they will be warned once that everyone is willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight they will make good on that promise.

My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the cities, murdering the NPCs, etc.), what would happen to them?
Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other NPCs would be thrown back in the well (which will mean drowning in the void, not returning home). Brawling with other PCs and causing minor damage is fine and will be greeted with a cranky attitude and intervention from various NPC guards, and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Abraxans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.

I want to wildcard a prompt or use one of the prompts from an earlier TDM that isn't on this one (eg. the library), can I do that?
Yes, in terms of the settings. As Thorne is no longer imprisoning any newcomers, that option is no longer applicable.

Is the power loss for characters permanent?
No, but it does take a week or so for their powers to be back in full, and certain powers (determined on a case-by-case basis) may require nerfs. If your character has world-breaking powers, please discuss with the mods what modifications may be necessary.

Can my character leave the bounds of the faction?
In Thorne, characters can leave the castle but not the city. In Cadens, they can take a trip from the outpost to the city. In Solvunn, they can explore the entirety of the Primary Settlement.

Can my character eventually change factions?
Yes. While the faction borders are currently closed, there will opportunities in the future for characters to relocate. For the time being, they are stuck where they are.

How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?
This choice will determine where your character initially lives as well as the bias of the information they receive from NPCs (although other PCs can and most likely will give it to them a bit more straight). This decision - and every other major decision you make in game! - will also be used to flavor some mod surprises that will be coming down the line.

Don't get too anxious about this choice, though; this is just one choice you'll get to make in a game that has a lot of them, and every character in every scenario can work their way towards many, many individual goals and outcomes. You're not locking yourself out of anything in the future via the choice you made on the TDM. It will primarily impact the immediate future with the far-reaching effects being up to each player.

Are TDM threads mandatory for my application?
No, you may use other samples, but we encourage you to post to the TDM and get a feel for this game and its mechanics before you join. If you do not have a TDM thread you will still need to choose one of the three scenarios on your application.

What if I haven't settled on a sign yet?
You can ignore sign-related prompts if you're undecided (or try out different signs in different threads).

Can my character go to the Horizon?
First time visitors to the Horizon must be taken there by other characters, through either shared meditation or a physical journey to the Singularity, and all first-timers experience memory loss. For the purposes of the TDM, we suggest against using the Horizon.

What about making use of the network?
Much like Horizon they would need to be introduced to it by another PC, as no NPCs would be aware of the network or be able to access it. Because of this we would advise against using this mechanic for TDM top-levels.


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thedevilwhorose: » hallucination (but I see you through)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-20 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Got me there.

Saaaam. What itch in your noggin needs scratching? You know Dean doesn't ask enough questions about his surroundings, outside his immediate ones, anyway.

[A shot in the dark there. Whether or not it's accurate, Sam will just see it as another reason that Lucifer's making up to insult his brother.]
Castiel, maybe, if he's offering any attention to you.
outwear: (Default)

[personal profile] outwear 2022-10-20 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
If you want to play 20 questions
why don't you just say so.
How mad are you that you're stuck here?
Powerless, I assume.
thedevilwhorose: (at the door that slams)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-20 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[rude]

'Something' about this place. Singular. One question. You really want to use it on that?
outwear: (24.)

[personal profile] outwear 2022-10-20 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't need that answer, no.
You're nobody to anyone here.
That much is obvious.
thedevilwhorose: » f ApocWorld (or that we just learned)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-20 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It's adorable you think that doesn't work in my favor.

Oh, Sam, this place is exactly what I want.
outwear: (5.)

[personal profile] outwear 2022-10-20 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
What's that?
A fresh start?
Since your notoriety means nothing here.

[ On the bright side, Sam's notoriety means nothing here (as far as it matters and where he's concerned, anyway). ]
thedevilwhorose: (the cruellest patterns find the vein)

me also getting distracted for awhile so it's an accurate wait

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-20 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[for someone that's looking to be as big a snake as possible, there's an unusual long time between responses

there's definitely no existential crisis going on here]
New world, new opportunity.

[definitely to gain power and burn it all down]
You could go to school, Sam. Give up the Hunting life.
outwear: (21.)

[personal profile] outwear 2022-10-20 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
You're already running scared.
thedevilwhorose: » hallucination (pray it will call and answer)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-20 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[good lord does he hate this family]
I'm just trying to be helpful, Sam. You never seem to appreciate my advice. I can't even make demons out of your teachers--not presently, anyway.
outwear: (24.)

[personal profile] outwear 2022-10-20 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And yet he loves Sam. Weird. ]
At least that gives me an idea
about your future motivations.
thedevilwhorose: » hallucination (wait it will come)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-20 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine. Only for you.

I want the same thing as the much of Abraxas: the Singularity. For what? Mm, haven't settled on that yet.
outwear: (5.)

[personal profile] outwear 2022-10-21 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
And just by chance,
you're the one who'll get it?
I doubt that.
thedevilwhorose: (unknown the unlit world of old)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-21 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
I'm in Thorne, Sammy, and we're at war. It's all stepping stones.
outwear: (5.)

[personal profile] outwear 2022-10-21 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
I'll anticipate your legion.
And you can anticipate mine.
thedevilwhorose: » hallucination (say the word)

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-21 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Sam's mistake will be thinking he's alone. That he doesn't have allies within the Summoned.

But for now, he leaves the man without his sparkling words. If... for the occasional... out of the blue... pointless ping. Days apart, weeks apart.

Don't you forget about me, Sam.]
tobeclosetohim: (Poker Face)

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2022-10-28 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"No one's going to tell you why you, or me—" or Lucifer; Jo doesn't finish, managing to keep something in her mouth. She was a little torn on whether she should or not. If she should leave it to; if she can actually trust it to Dean given he didn't tell her until Lucifer was up their grill in the middle of a foreign oblivion pitch dark forest. "Or anyone else was picked"

Jo settles for giving Dean his first conversation, maybe a day,
but she's not going to be anywhere near complicit in a month.

"There's a whole lot that goes into how and where we are with it all." Jo tightened and loosened the hold of her hands with her crossed arms. Just enough to give her something to move without entirely moving, nothing that shifts her posture. "We're out this place called Cadens. Mag Inn inside the city, a version of the Roadhouse—" Yeah, if she says it without pausing, it doesn't help she glance to a side for it. "—in the Horizon, which is a whole other crazy trip you're in for."
notoftheblood: (Misty Mountain Hop)

Sorry for the very long wait, work and life went crazy.

[personal profile] notoftheblood 2022-10-28 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Time would tell just how nullified Jack was or not. It wouldn't be too big of a deal, he'd already had to live powerless before. He'd rather not, but he could buy just as well without his power if need be. It was just a shock, and a small bit of worry that he would get sick again.

His powers were still dull enough that he didn't feel Castiel, or anyone else, nearby. That would have made the empty, worrying feelings plaguing him easier. The snacks were always welcome, of course. One doesn't grow up around Dean and not love snacks.

When the seat across from him is taken, Jack looks up ready to greet whoever it is. Though, he blinks a second before a grin covers his face. "Cas!" He calls out excitedly. He hasn't had his soul back long, and while part of him is filled with misery for what he has done, the sheer sight of Castiel banishes all of that for now.

He's not alone.

"Uhh, I don't really know. But it is very good." He motions to the plate, a silent offer for Castiel to try one of the canoli-like desserts.
notoftheblood: (Highway to Hell)

[personal profile] notoftheblood 2022-10-28 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows how many people look at him. The odd boy -not-quite- man, who everyone looks like as if he makes no sense. Even in apocalypse world when saving people, he got these odd looks. Not to mention the kids near the bunker... after his little accident.

"... I don't..." He starts, a lie forming, but then he just can't. He hates liars, he's sick of lies. Likewise, he just wants to live and see people not suffering. There's been enough blood on his hands, enough suffering. He wants his mother and Castiel to be proud of him.

"It's going to sound crazy... the world is going to be destroyed. Me... and my family are trying to stop it."
tobeclosetohim: (She's imperfect but she tries)

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2022-11-05 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Jo's eyebrows are rising as he's starting those first two words because he's not even attempting to sound confident with wherever that bullshit's about to go. Whatever he's about to try and say, not in answer her question. But he stops and reorients, Jo following it. That weird, telegraphed kind of transparency, except without any clue what was happening between it in his head.

"Not that crazy, actually," Jo says first. And it isn't.
Her world ended up in that boiling pot more often than people knew.
More often than once, for a whole planet was already excessive. And yet.

Jo maybe even seems to be reconsidering him in light of that knowledge. Someone working to stop something that big from happening to a world, to the people of it. There's even the space of something that wants to, but likely won't be, an apology for his being stuck here and unable to keep doing that good work. Apologies won't save any of them here.

"What do you and your family do back home to fight it?"
Edited 2022-11-05 02:22 (UTC)
outwear: (1.)

[personal profile] outwear 2022-11-06 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It's fewer answers than he's expecting (and at least a part of that reads a little suspect in its broad omission) but Sam isn't exactly fazed by such things. This is, of course, where he excels, and while he doesn't doubt for a second that Jo and Dean and Cas (and whomever else) have done their due diligence, his knack for the deep dive is arguably unparalleled.

For now, he's taking note of the rest because that's immediate. A version of the Roadhouse feels right — he can practically picture the place plopped down in this landscape – and of course they would gather together, huddled like pups against this indescribable danger.

(Vaguely, Sam wonders if his return heralds him the runt; amusing as it is being the largest of them all, he certainly feels the smallest most days, not to mention the one so carefully picked around, like he might never survive a night without worry.)

"The Horizon?" He ponders that, knowing Jo's comment is meant as both a warning and a dismissal. Still, he presses. "It's a barrier between two worlds, I take it?" Any rudimentary definition wouldn't have been worth note.
tobeclosetohim: (Later On Going Strong)

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2022-11-06 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"If it is, that other world hasn't shown itself to me or anyone else I've run into." Which isn't a no, and isn't everyone Summoned here, but that was across three different factions, and the place did far better of a job of trying to alienate and ostracize them from each other than it did in uniting them together. Not that Jo didn't get the backward logic.

Why ever would you want your precious stolen weapons to band together with each other and against you and create a massive force that couldn't be stopped rather than one you could attempt to manipulate into control? It's fuckall transparent, but she still can't work out two dozen and more growing questions related to it. And them. And this place. Always more questions forming than answers to earlier ones coming.

"It's this weird place The Summoned can go when they meditate." Yeah, Sam, it gets a half roll of her eyes; it's crazy sounding, even now, four months into using it; she laughed at Dean saying he meditated for it that first time, too. "People have these domains, sometimes picked and sometimes constructed by their subconscious."

Beat. "And sometimes it all goes fucking bonkers and fucks all of it up, too."
outwear: (21.)

[personal profile] outwear 2022-11-09 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Sam scratches at his eyebrow, some form of tension increasing inside of him as Jo's explanation crawls around between his ears. There's something about how she alludes to the subconscious being involved that makes the nerves tingle at the base of Sam's skull; like his very own version of a (shitty) psychological Spidey-sense, the increasing odds that his own psyche will betray him looms heavily over Sam's shoulder.

(Strangely enough, he thinks the voice suggesting he's fucked sounds suspiciously like Lucifer's.)

"That makes sense if everything is controlled from one source of power," he reasons, mostly because he doesn't want to probe for more details to haunt him between now and his inevitable first foray into The Horizon. He could ask plenty and he's sure Jo would kindly oblige, but sometimes ignorance truly is bliss (and if anyone would know the benefits of practiced ignorance, it's Sam).

He clasps his arms across his broad chest, hunched some as he's occasionally wont to do in the presence of those shorter than him. Brow furrowed (as he's also wont to do), Sam asks, "You and Dean have been... meditating together?"
tobeclosetohim: (I'm commin' around)

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2022-11-13 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Jo's trying not to smirk, trying not to laugh, trying figure out if anyone but Sam could say it that way and make her both want to smack it down like it was a dirty joke or to blush. All of it is stupid, and Jo starts by shaking her head and snorting, maybe a second later than it should have started.

"Not in the same room—" Sounds even stupider as a denial coming out of her mouth. Like that matters much when it's followed up with: "But the Roadhouse is in there and The Bunker, so we're usually in the same place while in there." Beat. "Are you from after the time you two got the Bunker? I got a tour, but I haven't marked down that timeline yet."

That's half a lie, but she's going with sunshine, logic, and bullshit in a braid at this point. It also skips two of the more important and wobbly details. One: that they actually share the domain of the Roadhouse; their domains had merged. Or more hers had. Because—two—Dean brought the Roadhouse into the Horizon months before ren faire reject kidnap land brought her here.

Which is still somehow sensitive. Like being given a bedroom in the Bunker.
Not something that falls out as sunshine, logic, or bullshit.
Those three facts. They're all too real to go in them.
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[personal profile] outwear 2022-11-16 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Similarly to Jo, Sam finds he has a hard time not allowing the barest of smirks to take over his features. While he would love to think they could all fall into an easy rapport as if nothing strange were happening here, he knows better than to give into the allure of creature comforts at a time like this. The easy familiarity — something rarely shared with anyone genuinely in the life of a hunter — while enticing, can't be all that any of them rely on, especially in this hostile (if not suspiciously accommodating) environment.

"Nice dodge," he points out without any real malice. It's hard enough to know what to feel seeing Jo again, but Sam knows for sure that it's not bad. (Concerning, perhaps. Definitely bizarre. Certainly not bad.)

"We're in the bunker, yeah. Finally, our own rooms," he bemoans toothlessly. And then Sam huffs, hand running through his hair. "Strange choice, don't you think? Maybe not so much for us," he says because it's really all they have, "but does anyone know how those places are made? Magic, sure, but doesn't anyone worry about what might be looking around their heads to do it?"

Call him suspicious and paranoid, but Sam thinks he has plenty of precedence to wonder. It feels like grounds for worry since it's become clear to him this is a shared landscape and perhaps some things might not be so easily hidden.
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[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2022-11-17 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a semi-wither flash of a look for the comment, feeling too caught (and maybe a very little embarrassed for being too transparent; the way Dean gets her sometimes, most times), but she shoves on right past that entirely. Nothing to see here. Door slam. Fifteen hundred locks and throw the key in the deepest ocean you can find. Business always more important.

"It has to do with this Singularity Rock at the center of it somehow, but no one seems quite to know why or how." There's a cock of her head in the straightforward additional importance. "Which is, also, what's behind the war going on between the two factions, which, make no mistake, is going on even if they aren't saying they're in a full-out war."

A whole city, and the more significant part of its population, was not a warning shot.

"And, yeah, the horizon is definitely fucking around in our heads without asking. There was a huge mess with the last month that you can be glad you missed entirely." Like Jo missing the nightmare, dreams, and memories swapping nonsense. Though all of those might have been easier than living through her death twice in less than hours.