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[forestcrap]

After the hole is sealed and Ninurta's done away with, your entire party is bippity bopped to the other side of the forest. If there were stragglers that got separated, you're all in one place again. If you lost gear, weapons, phones, whatever, it's back on your person, functional again. If you lost any organs you're on your own though. No but basically you've been bewitched to safety out of the forest and the evil noises have stopped, you're homefree, homies. There's a crow perched on a rundown fence post along the road watching you with beady little eyes before it takes off back into the forest.

The map takes you to a rundown little bed and breakfast not but a fifteen minute walk out that looks like it was abandoned a while ago. No foul play, just closed for business, the economy is rough when you're located next to a haunted forest. Feel free to avail yourself of its beds, there's no room service but least you don't have to pay.

[Mission: get your bearings, make sure all your shits there, do a headcount, follow the road. call dibs on a room. rest up]

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[sawedoff]

Hook? Yeah. Faith? She's like a scared, cornered dog. Wouldn't count on knowing her next move.

[rounds behind the bar to go through whatever hasn't been looted already]

[recurred]

[dwells on it for a moment]

I guess you're used to sleeping with a knife under your pillow. Not much to count for the rest of us. [she better be in time out. this group has enough things trying to kill it. we don't need a carrie.]

[sawedoff]

[pulls up a mostly empty bottle of whiskey and shakes it so sadly before setting it down on the bartop and leaning back down to continue rummage quest]

Wasn't that long ago people were saying the same thing about you.

[comes up with a dusty bottle of beer and uncaps it on the edge of the counter. it'll....it'll do]

She can manage to keep it in her shorts and not go Die Another Day on us again we'll be golden.

[recurred]

[makes a face. yeah, okay that'll shut her up and move the topic along. busyhands at the whiskey bottle by slowly turning it along its edge.]

Doesn't quite feel like we're out of the woods just yet. Creepy abandoned inn in the middle of nowhere. [maybe she's still just paranoid. daniel must have talked her ear off on the way out]

[sawedoff]

[leans against the bar across from her and takes a sip from 500000000 year old beer. actually it's probably like a couple years so it's really not that bad but still cheap, lukewarm beer. scrunches mouth up and pulls it away to look at it. actually kinda homey. in that ghetto hotel hopping way.]

Not plannin on makin another run for it are you? Y'know there's only so many times I'm gonna go chasin after you.

[recurred]

[opens mouth to protest but shuts it quickly, trying to stay focused on bottle fiddling.]

Someone's gotta help you work off all that pie. [like walking across the planet isn't enough]

[sawedoff]

Actually, you owe me pie. I never got to it.

[points at her with eyebrows. get on that because you ruined something sacred with your little memories revelation or whatever. the pie being lost was definitely the worst thing to come out of that conversation]

[recurred]

[incredulous eyebrows. really , all that came from that conversation was pie debt. sets bottle down]

What do you want me to do? Go out and make you one out of ghost apples? Last time I gave you an apple, you chucked it, you do know that's what pie is made out of right?

[sawedoff]

Do you have to ruin it?

[follows suit with his bottle and crosses arms. there go his pie daydreams. ruined by apples. but they're like, baked in there. with sugar. and more sugar so you can barely taste the apple.]

[recurred]

[apparently. takes his bottle to swipe a swig. holds back a face as she swallows and sets it back down.]

Maybe I just like giving you a hard time.

[sawedoff]

Yeah, you always did.

[eyes the bottle in protest but kind of trails off when he realizes he fell into the talking about her like she's old clara again thing and kind of looks down embarrassed-like. it's harder to get away from it now that she blurred all his carefully constructed lines. grabs it back to busy himself with tipping it back]

[recurred]

[sort of stops herself and looks up to watch him try to shuffle it away. not quite sure whatever to say in these sorts of situations. to just try and change the subject like they're so good at doing or finally turn to tackle it head on.]

Do you..want me to give you space?

[sawedoff]

Good's that gonna do?

[glances to her over the bottle before polishing it off and sliding it away a ways down the bar, propping a hand against the edge to lean against it again]

I don't need time. I need answers. You don't got em, you avoiding me is just gonna weird things up even more and it's sure as hell not gonna do anything for answers.

[recurred]

[shuffles a little on elbows. watching the bottle as she thinks]

Would knowing even change anything? I mean, if we knew, do you think you could fix it?

[sawedoff]

Fix what? You? Your- memories, or whatever? I don't know.

[taps fingers restlessly against the edge of the bar. screw daryl for cleaning out the good liquor. he better go halvsies on that stash.]

Maybe if I had any idea what I was dealin with.

[recurred]

[not really paying attention as she reaches out and places her hand on top of his to still it]

It's a tall order, either way. I get that.

[sawedoff]

[looks down at her hand before glancing away and down, clearing his throat and easing out from under hers to rub at the back of his neck. nooope. can't handle it. crosses his arms instead after a beat]

Do you even want it fixed? I mean you're not- it's not like you're any worse off for not knowing.

[recurred]

[hand kind of just hovers for a second before retracting back into a fold with her other arm before shifting her weight a little off the bar]

It's not about whether or not the memories are good or bad, it's something that's missing and staring me in the face every moment of my life. I want to remember.

[sawedoff]

And if you don't remember for a reason?

[leaning hip against bar so he's kind of half turned towards her, arms still crossed very guarded-like]

[recurred]

[well, that's a fair point. one she can't quite answer]

What, like I'm repressing a trauma?

[sawedoff]

In layman's.

[looks to her with the one eyebrow up deal, like he's not sure if that's what'll get her off the trail but at this point he's almost hoping it will because he's not seeing the advantages to opening that floodgate]

[recurred]

[tilts chin up a little, like she's studying him and drawing a conclusion. then her gaze falls and she takes a breath, shoving herself off the bar stool]

Okay.

[sawedoff]

Okay? Just like that?

[too easy. it's a trap.]

[recurred]

Goodnight, Dean.

[she's upset. its totally a trap]

[picks her bag up too and turns to head upstairs]

[sawedoff]

[fucking traps.]

[sighs and watches her upset her way to the stairs, dropping his hands to the counter top with a little defeated flop]

Wait.

[bitch don't angst away from me]