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[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

Characters: Sam Winchester [xbludjunkie] and EVERYONE!
Setting: The dorms
Format: Whichever, don‘t cur. I'll match it.
Summary: Sam just woke up, and he's pretty confused. Prepare for interrogation if you approach.
Warnings: PG-13 for language maybe.



Waking up in a unfamiliar room wasn't alarming. Blank walls and laying on an uncomfortable bed? Yeah, that was pretty normal. See, he was used to traveling from motel room to motel room with his brother, so his initial response was to roll out of bed and start getting ready; either to go get caffeination and wake his previously mentioned brother up, or try getting ready while avoiding the walking embodiment of a health hazard that was his brother.

Except then he remembered he had fallen asleep at Bobby's yesterday, and that he so hadn't fallen asleep in these clothes.

No really, what in all of Hades was he wearing?

Panic? Nah, Sam didn't panic. He hunted things that made nightmares pale and fidgety, and so was kind of over the whole panic thing. He was a little anxious to figure out how he got here though. Immediately he got out of the bed to look around, noticing three very important things right out of the gate. One, he obviously wasn't alone since there were other beds here, two, he obviously hadn't come here on his own because he didn't pack via trunk. (Duffel bags; they were easily accessible and you could grab 'em on the go. Much better than a trunk), and three, there was unfamiliar weight on his neck.

Sam reached up to scratch at it and he hit something cold and definitely not skin, successfully distracting him from any further searching of clues about how he got here. Nope, still no panicking, but Sam did furrow his eyebrows in confusion as he ran his fingers along the thing, trying to feel it out.

... was that a collar?

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[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[Francisca's just taking a stroll down the hallway, heels clicking loudly.]

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

[Considering his brain has just frozen over with shock right now, the sound of someone walking down the hallway is pretty much a godsend.

Que running out of the room to flag the stranger down. Hopefully he'll be able to get some answers to his "I-Think-I'm-Not-In-Kansas-Anymore" problem.]

Wait! Please!

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[Turns to answer and Ohmygodit'sagiant-! She freezes, realizes he's not a giant, just a very tall person - a very tall handsome person - and blinks up at him.] Oui monsieur? Are you alright?

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[It was too quick an answer really, because Sam was probably anything but. But he's gonna ignore it because he wants the info so he can start making with the theories already.]

Could you tell me where I am right now? Please?

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[Puppy face - Cannot. Resist.

Her expression softens and she already feels sorry for him, taking a wild guess:] You just arrived, am I correct?

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

[A cute boy has been spotted!]

Looking for something?

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

[He wasn't so distracted that he got startled. Nope.]

Anything that can tell me how I ended up here. Some kind of clue or something.

[And perhaps he was trusting too easily, but hey? Why sugar coat something when he thought the person he was talking to probably wasn't completely real?]

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Have you not read our welcome letter yet? It's practically classic lit. here.

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

[Frowns at said letter.]

Yeah, and I don't believe it for a second.

[Hey wait a minute. our welcome letter?

Looks away from the note and over to her curiously.]

So everyone who comes here gets the same welcome then?

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Then we're on the same page.

[she pulls her letter out of her jacket pocket]

Yup. It's not really a personal thing.

[groovy_mutation]

He'll be rolling on into the shared room when Sam gets up to look around, and watch him for a second, wondering who he was. It wouldn't hurt to ask, even though he was pretty sure someone this confused looking must be new.

"Hello, you must be new, yes?"

Charles will roll to park his wheelchair beside his own bed, or the one he'd woken up in any how. So he assumed it was 'his'.

"Whatever I tell you I know this will be hard to accept, but for now we are here in this... place. There is a note you should read before I say much else." He'll motion to it, beside the other man's bed.

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

Sam had caught the wheelchair out of the corner of his eye, looking over to the stranger. And no, he wasn't feeling uncomfortable around a man in a wheelchair because he was used to it with Bobby.

"New?" So whatever brought him here had kidnapped more people, awesome.

Sam's expression turned to dread when the new person pointed to the note that he had missed when he was searching the room. Yeah, he got the tacit warning, thanks.

And when he picked it up and read it, it was like a punch to the gut. At least at first, anyway.

Sam knew he hadn't said yes yet though, so he was pretty sure there was no epic battle to end all battles. Which meant that the note was total hogwash, because as far as he was concerned nothing else had been out to destroy the world besides dick angels.

When he turned back to the stranger it was incredulously. This joke wasn't even a little funny, it was just bad. Like milk that's three years past the expiration date bad.

[groovy_mutation]

"As I said, hard to believe. No one here has been able to give any validation to it yet, so it seems to be assumed that this is merely an excuse for keeping us here. Where ever 'here' is exactly."

He didn't even have to read the other's mind to know he thought it was complete bull. The look said it all. He'll roll forward a bit and offer his hand.

"At any rate, Charles Xavier, it seems we're stuck here together now."

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

Considering how Charles spoke, Sam was willing to guess he was about as lost as he was, so questioning him probably wouldn't get him very far. It was a little comforting to know that he wasn't completely alone in his what the hell!? though.

Sam took the offered hand and shook it once, keeping it all very quick and simple. "Sam Winchester."

And Sam was going to settle on "temporarily misplaced." He had every intention of dealing with the weird here in the same way he dealt with weird normally and getting back home ASAP.

"I'm sure there's a way out. We just have to look for it." Or, translated, I'm sure there's a supernatural thing behind this and we just have to kill it.

[groovy_mutation]

"I would like to think there is always a way out, even if everything and one is telling you other wise." He'll settle his hands in his lap, and sigh a little.

"I've yet to meet the others who seem to share the room with us," He'll motion to the two other beds, which would make one assume they had two other roommates, "But I'm sure they will be along soon eventually. With any lucky they might even know something about this place." He'll look like he doesn't believe that exactly, but that's only because the people he had run into so far haven't been much help, as much as they've tried to be.

"Everyone so far doesn't know much, even if they've been here for a little while. And apparently our 'saviors' aren't much for talking."

I'm just gonna apologize in advance for everything

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

While Sam was busy feeling at that collar, Ankh had pushed in the door rather roughly, making a bee line towards his trunk at the end of his bend. A popsicle was sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and he kneeled down, yanked a red satin drape that had been covering the chest, and opened it to look through the contents inside.

...Nope, didn't look like he was going to pay Sam any mind. Get away from him while you can, dude.

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

Well, Sam wasn't one to listen well to advice, being the rebelious and stubborn kind of umpteenth feet tall moose he was. If the stranger in the room wasn't going to come to him, than he was just going to have to go to them.

Sam looked over to the new comer when the door opened, instantly frowning. He was no stranger to being ignored. Got it from Dean pretty much constantly. Knew the signs.

Just... not knowing why he was being ignored. That was always the hard part. He was pretty sure he didn't know this person, but one never knew. Maybe his height offended him or something...

So, Sam was just gonna go for it and guage the reaction he got. "Uh... hey."

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

Ankh had been sorting through his chest a scoffing lightly in annoyance at something-- or lack thereof, in this case. Stupid idiots that brought him here had forgotten his phone. He knew he had it on him before he had left though. He instead opted to pick up what looked like a collector's case for coins or something.

He stopped rooting through the chest and turned to give Sam a look-- sort of a mixture of disdain and disregard-- when he addressed him. "What do you want?"

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

Sam looked taken aback for a second.

And yeah, he would be a robot if he didn't admit that it had annoyed him a little. Sam was going to give this person the benefit of the doubt though.

"Just... Do you know anything about this?" Sam gestured to the collar on his neck.

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

Ankh made a "Tch" sound out of irritation. Who was this clown? "No one does, except maybe the people that run this place. Everyone wakes up with these things, and no one knows why." He tapped his own collar in annoyance to emphasize. "So your guess is as good as mine."

He closed the trunk and stood up to look at his reluctant-conversation partner properly. "Who are you?"

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Ψiioniic tended to spend a fair bit of time just wandering the halls. Not having a ship to constantly occupy his attention was disturbing, leaving him with a constant restless feeling that he should be doing something, without giving him anything to do.

He paused when he saw the alien. This was now the second adult human he'd encountered - well, the first, since the other had turned out to be something called a 'Time Lord' that just looked like a human. He still had no idea how dangerous they might be, so he approached cautiously.

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

Sam turned and his first reaction was for his eyes to widen. What the--!? The next was to tense, narrowing his eyes suspiciously and taking a step back towards his trunk.

As he did he surveyed the other quickly, noting wariness in the approach. Sam knew better than to trust that immediately though, so kept himself alert. It did help in deciding whether Sam was going to try talking or shooting though.

"Who are you?"

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

The reaction of the probably-human was that of a fighter - good reflexes, instant survey of Ψiioniic's likely threat level, and remaining wariness despite his apparent harmlessness. Signless reacted to being surprised like that, so Ψiioniic recognized the reaction.

He didn't do something stupid like raising his hands. That could be interpreted as a move to get a weapon, and anyway empty hands meant nothing to a mage like him. He did hold carefully still, not doing anything that might make the stranger twitchy.

"I'm called the Ψiioniic," he said evenly. "Are you a human adult? I haven't theen one before. Well, sort of. The last one I thaw turned out not to actually be human."

I don't know how to make that symbol, so I guess I'll use a P?

[xbludjunkie.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sam's eye's widened a fraction. He was screwed if that title meant what he thought it did. Thankfully though, the other seemed pretty intent on doing the opposite.

And despite himself, Sam did look a little curious. "You don't have a name?"

And hearing that there were other non-humans here, regardless of what they were, had him more confused than he thought possible. What kind of supernatural thing would kidnap it's own kind?

He did cock an eyebrow at the question though. "Pretty positive."

Lol, Psiioniic works! Or just c&p from my post.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

"I mutht have, when I was a wriggler," Ψiioniic said, shrugging slightly. "I don't remember it anymore. I wath a slave for too long, and they broke me too well. Ψiioniic is at leatht the title I chose for myself, not the one they gave me." Helmsman. How he hated the word, now. Once it had been his greatest ambition, before he'd understood the slavery that came attached to the job.

Realizing belatedly that his words might be taken as an indication of the situation here - since the confusion this person was exhibiting was probably a pretty good sign that he was new - Ψiioniic hastily added, "That wath back in my own world, though. I've only been here one night, but everyone I've run into thays we're pretty well treated, here. I'm not sure just what's going on, but even I can't break out of here."