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[venatoris]

i've got no idea if this place has as much of a boner for offing us as the last one, but judging from the looks of it, i'm gonna go with yeah.

that said, if you're in trouble and you need a Hunter to come help kick some ass, ping me. if i'm close, i'll come.

[ look how benevolent, this is character growth™.

and now for some private messages; ]


private to ou!sam, au!sam, and au!cas--

sam, sammy, cas - i found the cabin. it looks different, but i can tell its ours. it's up in some district called ache - the impala's here, and so's bones and mr. ed. let me know if you need a pickup.

private to wanda maximoff--

hey. can i ask you a huge favor?

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[venatoris]

[ You should proooobably tell your brother, Sammy. ]

Yeah, I guess. It's kinda--

[ He shrugs as he reaches down into their little green cooler to hand Sam a beer, because you better believe that had stayed in the Impala after all those years. ]

I dunno. A relief, man. After all that shit back home, for me? This is like Disneyland.

[family_remains]

[No, see, when you say shit like that... that's exactly why he doesn't tell you stuff. He doesn't want to worry you.

Sam takes the beer and snerks, twisting it open and pocketing the bottle cap.]

Yeah, except without the twenty dollar turkey legs. And.. god all the kids.

[So many.. horrible children. Not that, you know, he's ever actually been to Disney. Probably. It feels unlikely. Whatever, he's choosing to decide it was never for him and he would never enjoy it instead of being sour he never got to go. That's just how they do.]

Bet the whole place was haunted anyway.

[venatoris]

Oh, God. [ He pulls one out himself, leaning back up against the car as he twists the cap off. ] It's totally haunted, absolutely.

[ Still. It's highly unlikely he's ever been. ]

...Wouldn't mind a turkey leg, though.

[family_remains]

Mmm.. mmhm

[Brows up a little as he nods in agreement. He could get behind that right about now.]

What are we gonna do for dinner anyway? I still don't know how money and food work here.

[venatoris]

Yeah. That's a good question. I've got some eggs and some fish I got out by the boardwalk..

[ It's clear Dean is not thrilled with the diet of the place so far. ]

It's all bartering and crap.

[family_remains]

Great. We've got bupkis on that front.

[He isn't a producer, he's a professional murderer living on fraud.]

No credit system.. no credit cards.. and I doubt we can barter-shark someone in pool.

[venatoris]

Uh, yeah. That's pretty accurate. Back to the drawing board, I guess. Offer our services, hunt things, kill some monsters. Save some people.

[ Get food and shit in return. Booze, whatever. ]

[family_remains]

[So. Witchers. You want to become Witchers.]

There are so many hunters here already, do you think that would even work?

[venatoris]

[ Toss a coin, bitch. ]

Dude, are you kidding? The monsters here are insane. Course it would.

[family_remains]

[Okay but you have to wear the puffy shorts.

Sam considers this for a moment before nodding. Good. He can deal with that.]

Guess we better get to work, then.

[venatoris]

[ You gotta wear the Elizabethan sleeves then.

He flashes Sam a grin, and there's a little twinge of excitement on his face, for the first time in a long time. ]

Hell yeah.