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discedo_logs2008-05-10 03:09 pm
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Who: Sam Winchester & Henry Townshend.
Where: Horton Lane, near Horizon Park.
When: Morning of May 10th, before this event, but after making this post.
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Summary: Sam is doing some exploring after just waking up in Discedo.
the log: Unfortunately, coming to in the middle of the road with no idea as to how he had gotten there was something Sam had experienced before. The rain was an added effect, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to.
Having drawn himself to his feet and taken a brief look around the area (noting the eerie feeling and the decrepit state of most of the surrounding buildings), it hadn't taken long for him to realize that he had an extra weight in the pocket of his jacket.
A random palm pilot appearing on his person was more than a little suspicious, but he had been compelled to go through the menus and even make a post. The included note was definitely cryptic (he had searched his memory to see if it was something he had come across before, but came up with nothing), but he couldn't worry too much over that.
His main concern was that Dean was nowhere to be found, let alone the car. There weren't many vehicles around at all, and the town seemed abandoned at first glance. Either way, staying in one place wasn't going to do him much good, even if the situation's similarity to what had happened last year was making him uneasy.
While he had wandered, some responses had come in, and Sam was quickly gathering more information than he had expected to get so easily. Then again, it was hard to know how much of it could be trusted (one denizens of this place seemed to think they weren't on Earth, so it was clear that not everyone was right in the head), but he wasn't going to disbelieve the claim that there were monsters around. Luckily, he at least had a gun on him.
There was still no sign of or response from Dean (though he didn't know how much luck his brother would have with operating the palm pilot if he had also gotten one -- he'd probably end up freezing it somehow), and his clothing was starting to get soaked. None of this boded well, but he could only hope that he bumped into someone soon. Communicating through the palm pilot wasn't quite the same; it was a lot easier to tell if someone was lying when speaking face-to-face.
Thinking he needed to find some shelter and fast, Sam kept moving.
Where: Horton Lane, near Horizon Park.
When: Morning of May 10th, before this event, but after making this post.
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Summary: Sam is doing some exploring after just waking up in Discedo.
the log: Unfortunately, coming to in the middle of the road with no idea as to how he had gotten there was something Sam had experienced before. The rain was an added effect, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to.
Having drawn himself to his feet and taken a brief look around the area (noting the eerie feeling and the decrepit state of most of the surrounding buildings), it hadn't taken long for him to realize that he had an extra weight in the pocket of his jacket.
A random palm pilot appearing on his person was more than a little suspicious, but he had been compelled to go through the menus and even make a post. The included note was definitely cryptic (he had searched his memory to see if it was something he had come across before, but came up with nothing), but he couldn't worry too much over that.
His main concern was that Dean was nowhere to be found, let alone the car. There weren't many vehicles around at all, and the town seemed abandoned at first glance. Either way, staying in one place wasn't going to do him much good, even if the situation's similarity to what had happened last year was making him uneasy.
While he had wandered, some responses had come in, and Sam was quickly gathering more information than he had expected to get so easily. Then again, it was hard to know how much of it could be trusted (one denizens of this place seemed to think they weren't on Earth, so it was clear that not everyone was right in the head), but he wasn't going to disbelieve the claim that there were monsters around. Luckily, he at least had a gun on him.
There was still no sign of or response from Dean (though he didn't know how much luck his brother would have with operating the palm pilot if he had also gotten one -- he'd probably end up freezing it somehow), and his clothing was starting to get soaked. None of this boded well, but he could only hope that he bumped into someone soon. Communicating through the palm pilot wasn't quite the same; it was a lot easier to tell if someone was lying when speaking face-to-face.
Thinking he needed to find some shelter and fast, Sam kept moving.