Arrival of the Winchester Kind [ OTA ]

[purgatorynback]

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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[purgatorynback]

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?"

[gadaboutdetective]

“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!