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strangetrip2017-12-31 09:40 pm
st_rangepalette) wrote in strangetrip2017-12-31 09:40 pm
Entry tags:
- # check-in day,
- alec mcdowell,
- alex kamal,
- bo dennis,
- coby ward,
- curnen overbay,
- dean winchester,
- dorian pavus,
- gartrett corbie,
- homer jackson,
- kashaw vesh,
- kitty pryde,
- lillith daturai,
- liz parker,
- marie-ange colbert,
- mary winchester,
- moana,
- peter parker,
- pike trickfoot,
- piotr rasputin,
- rey,
- sam winchester,
- sunny nwazue,
- vex'ahlia,
- waldo butters,
- wyatt logan,
- xavin
[GP] Réveillon & New Year's Eve & Check-In
Emma had said, during Winter's Crest, that she missed a tradition from home called réveillon. She seemed also to miss her cousin, as Lillith missed hers. Since she wished both to learn to cook and to be of comfort to her friend, it had been decided they would make a réveillon dinner for New Year's Eve.
Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.
Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.
Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.
Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.
Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.
Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.
Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.
Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.
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And Dean had just told Sam he needed to do the same. Instead, Sam had gone out, summoned the crossroads demon and shot her with the Colt. But Dean didn't know that, or hadn't. Maybe he did now, but Sam wasn't going to volunteer it.
"I've been here a year."
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"A year? Time move differently here? And don't give me theories, just a yes or no will work."
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"Smart ass." There was amusement in his voice as he'd said it. "Fine, explain how it works with time here."
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"An hour here is the same as an hour at home." According to his watch, anyway. The magic could affect it, too, but it felt the same length. "But time passing here doesn't match time passing not here. People show up here months apart when it's been hours where they're from, or a year here and ten at home. You could as easily have come from before me, like you did last time, as after me."
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Sam stayed where he was, but he unfolded his arms and his smug to say, "Something could be wiping memories. It would explain how we get here without remembering the experience.
"So far, you're the only one who has come back, so it might be worth trying hypnosis or magic to see if the other memories are buried. But the more likely explanation is the many-worlds hypothesis. You weren't here before. Some other Dean from a similar but not identical world was."
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"Oh damn. I hate alternate worlds. That means an angel has a hand in this shit. The last time this happened it was Balthazar."
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"Kitty and Abby think it's a quantum physics issue, not a magical one." Sam shrugged his lack of a dog in this hunt. "Either way, it's weird. Have you met Henry yet?"
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"Henry?" It took Dean a minute since he was thinking someone in the Inn like Kitty and Abby. Then the quarter fell into the slot, especially since they'd been talking about different times. "Our grandfather? Wait. How do you know him? That was way after you came here. Is he here, too?"
That would be awesome. He wasn't as big of a douche as Dean had first thought. Loyalty to dad and all that.
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"Was here. He left after you did the first time." Sam missed him, but especially the magic Henry had been teaching him. He frowned, brows furrowing. "What happened that you got over being so pissed at him?"
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"Well, turns out he time traveled to our time." Dean paused thinking of the sacrifice he gave. "He was fighting a Knight of Hell - yeah they have those. Anyway, he died trying to save the world from them. That's why he never went back."
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The words came spilling out, because he hadn't ever really been able to talk to Dean about Henry before, because he'd been so hostile.
"You wouldn't give him the time of day when you were here before." So yeah, Dean was older than he'd been and all, but what else had changed?
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In the Inn, before Abaddon and definitely before spending months in Purgatory, Dean probably still wouldn't be talking to Henry.
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"Yeah, I can see that." With enough bleeding, almost dying, and alcohol. "I told him you'd come around. In a couple of years."
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He'd known then that Henry hadn't truly abandoned their dad. It also made him wonder how his father had been so different. Life hadn't changed him, the war hadn't changed him in a deep fundamental way. It was losing Mary to the Yellow Eyed demon that had broken John Winchester.
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His gaze slid off Dean to Bo, and then back. "We're obviously going to have to talk about a lot more than this. And it's New Year's Eve."
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"Say no more, Sam. Go have fun." His eyes crinkled, "I'd say don't do anything I wouldn't do, but we both know that's a very short list."
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And not just because if he knew what else she was, he'd probably think he should kill her.
He just gave Dean bitchface #267, Is everything about sex with you?, and left to let his newly returned brother think whatever he wanted about Sam and Bo, as long as it wasn't, she's hot and I'ma hit that.