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Arrival of the Winchester Kind [ OTA ]

Who: Dean Winchester and OPEN!
What: Arrival, exploration, all that jazz
When: November 1
Where: kind of everywhere, he's exploring and wandering to get the lay of the land
Warning(s): TBD

Merchant Dome

The merchant dome had sounded interesting enough, so he makes sure to figure out his way there. He's curious to see what manner of shops there'd be in the dome, and he's not disappointed, really. And he may wander his way into each one for a quick look around, even if some of the windows make it fairly obvious what the stop might carry. It's good to get a look around, if you ask him. Which means he may bump into someone while slipping through a shop, or if you own it you may see him ducking in to look at your wares.

And well, if there's a female employee behind the counter, there may even be a quick flash of a grin, incredibly flirty, before he continues looking at what there is offered in the shop.

Library Dome

His wandering will lead him into the library dome at some point in the day, and he can't help the whistle that leaves him at the sight of all the books. "Geeze Sammy would drool over this place," he comments softly to himself. Though he's not too careful to keep it down either. He's never been a studious kind of person, though he did read occasionally. Mostly magazines and comic books.

And he'll take a moment to poke around through the stacks, to see if anyone is in the dome as well. To see what all is around to read. Not that he's a huge reader, that's Sammy's area more, but if they've got some comics, well, maybe he could see himself settling down in here to read a bunch.

If he does see someone, he might be inclined to slip over and see what they're reading. Curiosity and all that.

Wildcard

Because Dean's literally exploring every nook and cranny of this place he's allowed to get into, please by all means run into him in the hallway in passing, as he's peaking into one of the Recreational domes, trying to pick a lock on a dome he shouldn't be getting into. He'll be all over today as he tries to wrap his mind around this whole thing.

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When Llewellyn isn’t at his office, or otherwise occupied by people, he was usually haunting the library dome. He was currently sitting on a table (the staff had long since given up on telling him not to, he’d move eventually), shoulder’s hunched lightly as he was currently buried in a book with a large stack sitting on the table next to him. The subjects varied from fiction (sci-fi, fantasy, romance novels, you name it), to poetry, a few encyclopedias, books on philosophy and one on floriography tucked into the bottom pile for a small refresher for a plan he had.

His brows raise lightly as he heard an unfamiliar voice speaking up. “I would hope not, I can’t imagine that would be good for the books? The uh— staff would complain as well. They’re a little fussy that way.” ...Yes, Dean. The detective sometimes can be a bit literal minded, he’s taking that throw away comment seriously.

The stack of books on the table as Dean moved toward the voice that answered him had his brow arch. Because wow, that was a lot of books. Sammy size stack, or if they were hunting, research sized. Though if it were research for Dean, they wouldn't be fiction books. The variety of them had Dean curious too though. "Not literally drool, he wouldn't want to damage the books like that. Loves them too much."

His eyes flicker around some of the library a little before back to the man sitting on the table. There's really no questioning why he's on the table instead of in a chair, though with the way he's slightly hunched, Dean would actually suspect it has everything to do with the man's wanted posture to read his book. Also, not exactly the strangest thing Dean's seen in his life. "Looks like you're quite the reader too though." He pauses for just a moment before offering, "I'm Dean."

Oh... He lowered the book he had his nose stuck in properly now, “Metaphorical drool, huh... Then I would agree! It’s a very impressive library. Books from every world? Well— if what I’ve been told is true. Evidence seems to suggest it’s so.” And he’d certainly been making a thorough investigation of it since arriving back in February. It had come in handy, especially in trying to catch up a little in a world far more advanced than his own.

Llewellyn gave Dean a short once over at the introduction, a thoughtful expression on his face. Dean’s clothes, and the fact that he introduced himself with a first name rather than a full name, meant the guy was from the future. Possibly from a similar time to that of Alex, or maybe young Eddie? “Nice to meet you Dean, I’m Detective Llewellyn Watts.” He reached out to take the hand offered to give it a polite shake as he slipped off the edge of the table to stand. His posture was still a little slouched compared to those from his era, but even so he was a fairly tall fellow. Yes, he looks every bit the part of an Edwardian gentleman out of a play. He hasn’t... quite gotten around to updating his wardrobe yet. He’s been busy!

Dean can't help how his eyes flicker back to the shelves at the mention of every world. Huh. Okay scratch that, Sammy's head may actually explode in excitement at the variety of options for reading material that must be present all throughout this place. "Every world," he echoes softly because also that's a thing too now. Different worlds. Worlds where monsters may not actually eat people and need to be hunted. Where Somewhere he and Sammy had different lives, or may not even exist in. "That's still gonna take some getting used to." Because it's definitely hard to wrap his head around.

Dean's hands are calloused when he shakes Llewellyn's hand, with a strong grip though not in an effort to test the other man but just who he is. "It's nice to meet you." Detective. And he finally gets past the books to really take in the clothing, giving the slightest arched brow to them, because they look far more spiffy and classed up compared to the jeans, black t-shirt and flannel button down that isn't buttoned Dean is currently wearing. Definitely future casual, or well Dean's current time normal for people. "Winchester," he offers after a moment since Llewellyn offered his full name, "last name's Winchester." Part of him wonders if he should be going by a different name, but how would he explain that later if he ended up being a long term resident of this place. "How long have you been here, if you don't mind me asking?"

“It does take some getting used to... But it’s definitely a nice thing to get used to?” Compared to other aspects of this world, the library was definitely among his favourite. That and the more accepting societal norms compared to his own world, of course. “I um... do caution you though. It has been brought to my attention that there may be books here about people who have arrived?” He gestured a little at the shelves, “In my world, there is a character in a novel who, in another world, is a real person according to someone I once met here.”

So... That could be a small existential crisis in the making. Not that it stopped him from looking, he was a curious sort.

Llewellyn’s handshake isn’t what you would call strong, but it’s a practiced kind of firm. Like he knows handshakes are important and tend to make up some people’s opinion of you as far as first impressions go. He doesn’t get it, not really, but the detective has worked very hard to be more than he was supposed to be according to the world around him. “Likewise, Mr. Winchester.” Oh, and unless corrected, it was going to be hard for him to remember to call the guy by his first name.

The question gets a wrinkle from his brow, brows raising a little as he tried to think about the answer. “Nope. Don’t mind you asking, I’ve been here... Since February? If I’m not mistaken, it’s November now. So... about ten months?” Oof, his expression turned a little awkward. Had it really been that long? That was only a couple months off of a year!

Ben's been spending more time in the library these days. There are books about his world and he's not sure how he feels about it. There were a few comic books about him and he couldn't deny his curiosity about them. So he's sitting at one of the desks with books about his world stacked up to the side and meditation books next to those.

Looking up, he notices the man poking around the library, looking a bit lost. "Are you looking for something?"

The Star Wars books definitely get Dean's attention, not that he can say he's read the books. But he's definitely watched the movies, not that his world has gotten to the last three yet. But it's enough to have Dean edge closer, especially at the question.

"Just looking mostly. It's a lot to take in." Dean's hand rubs at the back of his neck for a moment before he adds, because it might not be obvious, "I'm new here."

Looking over him, Ben wonders if things are too advanced or not advanced enough for Dean. Then again, they could also be exactly right. There were probably those from other worlds who had reached this level of technology but not beyond it.

"It gets easier with time." It's the only comfort he can give the other man in the situation they're in. He can't send him home and he's not entirely sure how to use everything here. Most of it is primitive enough to be confusing and take far too long to figure out.

"I'm Ben."

Satoko, too, had decided to explore the merchant dome, after already having explored most of everywhere else already. She’s been here once before, briefly, but not for very long – so here she is once more, taking her time to look around and take everything in.

When she bumps into the stranger, she lets out a small gasp of surprise.

“Ah- I’m very sorry!”

Everything has kind of caught Dean's eyes as he tries to take things in, so he's not entirely surprised that he's managed to accidentally bump into someone. though his hand will go out to Satoko's elbow or arm to ensure that she's not too jarred or thrown by the bump at the same time.

"I'm sorry too, I wasn't entirely watchin' where I was going." There's a small smile from Dean, apologetic. "You okay?"

Enis hated being the owner of a shop. She didn't mind the technical aspects
and repairs or the space in the backroom that she used for her personal projects but she absolutely hated the customers. Her face had 'fuck off' written across it while she worked, even if her current project was taking up the front counter of the shop.

It wasn't a traditional shop. The store did sell random pieces of equipment but it specialized in custom made equipment and repairs on advanced technology. Even the display's around the shop ranged from pieces of weapons, control systems and small sections of scrap metal. It was all a bit messy; which was another reason that Enis should not have been left in charge of the shop.

She didn't look up when Dean walked in but she did speak when it looked like he was about to pick up one of her shock spheres. "Don't touch."

It's like letting a kid loose in a candy shop for Dean. Most of the time he works on cars, but the reality is he's a pretty good mechanic as a whole and has the intelligence to learn when he wants to. And there's enough here that's already interesting him that he might have to get back to the library and find some books on all the different things here in the shop because he can already see himself building something, tinkering with other things. Because let's be real what else is he going to do in this place if there aren't ghosts or vampires, or demons to slay.

His hand stills at her words, eyes sliding over to her at the counter though he still has that very deep need to touch. Because he's curious about what it is. "How dangerous is it to touch?" He slowly pulls his hand back though, at least waiting for an answer as he inches close to look at it more at least.

Enis wore a pair of torn up jeans and a tight blank tank top. Her skin was pale as if she rarely went outside with bright vibrant blue eyes set between a delicate nose. While her features could be described as cute, her gaze was sharp and critical as it swept over Dean's body.

She made no effort to hide the fact that she was checking him out. "No. I keep weapons and all related parts locked in the work shop." Most of them were her gun's anyway. "I just don't want you breaking anything you can't afford."

Thanks to Rhys and Pandora, the technology in the shop was fairly advance. To the point that there were odd looking devices around that Dean wouldn't be able to immediately identify what they did without picking them up and fiddling with it.

Dean's got on a pair of worn jeans, a black t-shirt and a flannel shirt over it. His go to, every day wear basically. Good for researching or hunting, or drinking down at the bar. He wasn't the dress up kind of guy, really, more the get his hands dirty under an engine type.

He's not bothered by her checking him out either, his brow arching in more of a 'like what you see' kind of motion instead. "Probably smart, all things considered." Because really, having someone touch a weapon and accidentally hurt themselves he's sure was bad for business. "Considering I'm not entirely sure what the currency is or how to earn it around here, you're probably right about not affording it."

Sammy had his books and his history, Dean was always the lore and mechanics guy of their family. Though his hand itched to get back under a hood even though it hadn't been that long since he'd done a check on his car. Though learning the new technology would interest him. He's curious enough, and willing to learn.

She liked what she saw though Enis preferred to find her one night stands at the bar instead of those who wondered into her shop. That wasn't to say that she wasn't going to look and possibly see if he was interested later, it would just involve a drink or two and a little more flirting.

"You'll get an allowance and if that isn't enough, you can get a job." She took a better look at his clothes and hummed thoughtfully to herself. "Newbi- huh? I peg you as a 21st century kinda guy or the 90s if you tie that flannel around your waist." It was one part of the 90s that Enis would never understand.

She clicked her tongue and went back to working on the project in front of her while talking.

"If you see something you like you can work it off too. I have some stuff that needs cleaning and heavy lifting and you look like you're in shape." Plus she wouldn't mind seeing those muscles in action.

Eponine was able to read. This was an important fact about her, that she was happy to tell everyone all about. It was rare for a girl of her birth to be able to read, but she could. And she could even write. Take that, everyone who ever called her stupid.

She was doing it now, the reading thing. She'd found a book that, while confusing in all of the modern terms and things (what was a silver Audi? And where was a Washington and why did it have forks?) was sucking her into the story. She was so engrossed that she hardly noticed someone coming over to take a look at what she was reading.

Until they got too close and the young woman looked up at him with a frown. "Do you know what baseball is?"

Dean would say that everyone, no matter birth, should be able to read and write. But then he's from much further along in history, were most kids learn that stuff no matter what. Most kids go to school.

He can't help but be curious about the book she's reading, because the cover looks interesting enough. But for him that book is still another three years from his future. Lucky for him maybe, or not so lucky because if she asks him questions because of it, it may spur him to look into it for the first couple chapters at least.

Though the question has him arch a brow. "It's a sport played between two teams. I've watched a few games on tv back home." Home, that's almost funny considering he lives out of hotel rooms and his car. Oh. His car. Poor girl's just out there somewhere back home without him.

"It sounds very fun," she remarks, holding her place in the book with a finger as she looks up at the handsome man who has joined her. "And the television- that's those black boxes that play images, yes?" She'd been here for a few months, but she was still new at all of this technology thing.

"You must forgive me, I am not from here. Or any time near here."

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Arrival of the Winchester Kind [ OTA ]

Library Dome - Let me know if this isn’t okay!

Looks awesome! =D

Yay!

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Merchant Dome!

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Merchant Dome - Mechanic Shop

You had him at Mechanic Shop 😍

<3 He's welcome to hang out there all he wants.

<3 Listen, teach him a little of the future tech and he'll be happy to help manage your shop

She'd totally do that. :p And just work on her inventions

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