towerofanimus | This Is A Joke, Right?

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This Is A Joke, Right? | Open

Characters: Sam Winchester [

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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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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.

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.

"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."

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.

"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."

Sam turned when the other gestured towards the beds. As observant as he had been about everything else, one would think he would have noticed them. His eyebrows furrowed a little in curious thought before he turned back to Charles again.

Sam huffed with some irritation at that. Of course not. Nothing was ever easy or simple for someone named 'Winchester.'

"Has anyone you talked to at least seen them?"

"No. Not that I've heard. They seem to not be very social according to some."

It wouldn't be any fun if things were simple. Not that this was fun, but you know the saying.

So Sam had no idea who or what he was looking for, not that he wasn't used to cases like that.

Sam sat down on the bed again. Or his, he supposed. "So, how long have you been here?"

Yes, a question for info. But it was more casual than necessary. He wanted to try getting along with his room mates if he was staying here indefinietly.

"Only a few days. I'm still getting acquainted with everything and this place in general." He appreciates Sam being so calm, and easy to talk to. Made the whole process of 'oh hey you're not on Earth anymore' easier to talk about.

"For the basic crash course for this tower remember that food is on the first floor, anything in between where we are and that floor varies between normal to non-nonsensical." It was the most basic way to explain this place, or so he thought.

Alright, knowing where the food was is good. Except Sam was suddenly much more interested in the nonsensical part.

"How many floors are there anyway?" And he was gonna play the confused stranger, even if Sam had a feeling he knew what Charles was talking about. "And what do you mean nonsensical?"

"If I remember... I believe someone said thirteen floors? I could be wrong." And he'll smile wryly at his other question.

"There is a floor with a glassless aquarium. I can vouch for this myself. Other floors have a maze, a library, a pool. I was told one had ghosts." And he motions lightly with a hand.

"Strange and makes little to no sense. Such odd things mixed between what one would consider normal. And then you have to ponder how these things even exist."

Library! Sam picked that word out and was immediately excited. Looks like he could do some research without his laptop after all. "What floor is the library on?"

Then Sam picked out something else that made him look taken aback. "Glassless aquarium?" Right. He knew something was off with the tower.

And no, ghosts didn't really surprise him. Though he did look slightly annoyed. So he had to take care of ghosts on top of whatever brought him to the tower.

"Or fit," Sam added. Because really, how could a maze fit into a tower? And, considering the circumstances, he was willing to bet that it was probably one of those big impossible mazes too

"I believe it was floor three. Though I'm sure there is a way to check before you go wandering around and get lost. Someone might know for certain if you asked." And yes Sam, glassless aquarium, believe it or not. It was there.

"That is a valid point. Trying to make sense of everything would most likely involve a headache, and I'm in no mood for that at the moment. It would be better if we could ask the makers of the tower directly, but that doesn't seem to be an option." Or more they won't answer. So he's been told, not that he won't try at some point. Not trying would be foolish after all.

Getting lost in a supernatural tower that had no laws of physics what's so ever... sounded like just a normal day on the job. "Thanks."

"I'm pretty sure there's got to be a history book or something about this place," Sam replied, "so if whoever brought us here doesn't want to talk, then we'll just have to find the answers ourselves that way."

And he'll blink at the idea. He hadn't thought of that. Then again it would be too easy if they just left information around but... it wouldn't hurt to look.

"You know that's not a half bad idea. And it already sounds like you're planning on checking it out, yes?"

Well, not exactly. Sam wasn't looking for history per say, but the more books he found about the tower however minuscule the information was, the better; because that meant there were more chances he had to find out what was really going on.

"Yeah," Sam replied to Charles' question, "and ASAP." If it had a chance at giving him a lead of any kind, then he had to try it. No ands, ifs, or buts.

"If you could help me navigate the stairs, I'd be more than willing to help look around the library." Because him and the stairs without help wouldn't be a good thing.

Sam's eyebrows took a trek into his hair in surprise. Didn't see that one coming.

Honestly, he wouldn't mind the help, because he had heard about the computers being useless and without internet that meant he had to research the long way. Not that it really downhearted him, but without help that research took days.

And it's not like Sam had to worry about Charles being a civilian and being innocent. He was already involved with the tower, so whether he knew anything about hunting or not probably wouldn't affect his safety in the slightest.

Alright then. "Sure."

Of course, Sam probably would have helped if Charles asked him to take him one floor down. Yeah, part of it was Bobby. Mostly it was because Sam also knew that adventure without help would end 99.9% badly. "Thank you."

"Really it's not a problem. I want to learn more about this place myself, and I've yet to really have a decent look around. A few floors and the cafeteria to eat, but I think this could prove fruitful." If not let them see what this Tower had on them. The books it carried, if they knew all about their worlds and the like.

It would be a learning experience no matter what.

"I should thank you really. I've been meaning to go to the library, but now I have a good reason."

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... did I really type non-nonsensical? Wow self.

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I do apologize for being the slowest thing in existance.