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WHO: Sam Winchester | OTA
WHAT: Exploring and Working
WHERE: All Around the Place
WHEN: Throughout Febuary
WARNINGS: Not really any needed

Jogging Around Town:

Sam enjoyed jogging around new places. It gave him time to thing, to learn the in's and out's of his new home and to meet people as he strengthened his body. It was still weird to sometimes glance over and see robots watching him, but he was slowly getting used to it. And honestly it wasn't any weirder then hunting a ghost or chasing down a relic from thousands of years ago. With a sigh Sam slowed down and then stopped as he reached for the bottle of water clipped to his belt and sipped at it as he looked around.

At Work:

Sam tapped at his keyboard quickly and quietly. Tech support wasn't the same as hacking into the FBI or something like that, but it was decent work that paid okay. He hummed as he worked, one of Dean's songs, he doesn't remember which one. But he likes the people he works with and it's giving him a small taste of the normal life he has always thought he'd wanted. With a yawn he leaned back and debated going for coffee or water. He really does need a break.

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"How many times you been turned around so far?"

The owner of the question isn't hard to spot, sitting on a bench back that curves instead of abruptly ending, feet resting on one of the metal arms. A slight upturn of his mouth for the friendly question, and dressed himself like a jogger with his jacket tied around his waist. There's a water bottle sitting on the correct part of the bench and his dualis-issued phone in hand, earphone wires coming out of it, but the buds tucked temporarily into the neckline of his shirt.

Dualis had a habit of twisting the streets and sending you back the way you came. In Tidus's experience anyway.

Sam considered the question not really having noticed if he'd been turned around or not. But now that he's focused on the thought he's quickly coming to realize that he has been turned around through at least four laps maybe more. He walks over to the other man. "At least four times that I can count," he admits, "I wasn't really thinking about it until now."

Tidus chuckles lightly, tipping his head some in recognition.

"Sounds about right. The only safest place for avoiding that is up by the pier, and it sucks to go through at this time." Not that most of the city wasn't a busy mess, but it worked out better somehow.

"You staying at the dorm, or in the city?"

"In the city," Sam says taking another sip of water and then extends his hand with a smile. "Sam Winchester I don't think we've met yet. Have you been here one?"

There's a small raise of Tidus's eyebrows as Sam shares where he's staying, but he takes the hand readily, gives it a good shake.

"Tidus. I've been here about, hmm... four months now I think." A small scoff as he adds, "Feels like forever, really."

Might as well have been.

"How 'bout you?"

"Couple of months myself," Sam says, "I work in tech support and live with my older brother Dean" Sam's handshake is firm but not too hard. "Not a bad place all things considered."

That gets a light surprised chuckle. "You mean where you're living, or the city in general?"

"City in general," Sam says, "I've lived in worse places trust me. Grew up in hotels."

He gives a small ohhh at that about the hotels, an understanding that comes finally with a nod.

"I was travelling before I came here," Tidus shares back. "Well, we were in an airship for a while. We stayed in inns if we were lucky, but there were not enough of them around," he ends with a small laugh. He picks up his water bottle from the bench, balancing his phone on his leg.

"Airship....really," Sam says, "what was your world like?"

Tidus smiles at that question, and begins flicking out a finger with each point he starts to give.

"Magic, we had that. Monsters? But we called them fiends. Mmm... really great beaches; a lot of people lived close to the sea, but there weren't many villages or towns or that. Oh-- small." That deserves a finger poking out, making four so far. "They had a big problem going on, so there wasn't anywhere like this place around. Actually, they didn't use a lot of machines. Was considered bad."

Which may conflict with the airship part, but Tidus nods to Sam, lifting his bottle close to his mouth.

"How about your place? You had any of that stuff?"

And he takes a sip of his water with that.

"Yes to the Monsters no to the tech unless you include cell phones in that," Sam says, "we've got a mess of evil but we've got people to fight it like my brother and me and our family Jack and Cas."

"Oh yeah? So you go around dealing with the monster problem?" Tidus guesses. Or he's assuming the evil and monsters are both related.

"There was a group like that back where I'm from too. Called themselves the Crusaders. Never met an entire family in the business though!"

Sam nods. "Yeah...we call ourselves hunters. There are whole communities of us who fight them. Most fall into it, but my brother and me our mother was a hunter, then our dad became one and so did his dad too. Kind of a legacy thing."

Tidus hums thoughtfully at that.

"Makes sense. I guess some people in the Crusaders might've been like that too." If he got to know them long enough. "It's good work," he nods to Sam with a smile. "Not everyone can protect themselves. But...must be weird going from something like that to here. Only monsters I've seen hang around the swamps."

Sam chuckles and sips his water. "Not gonna lie man it was nice to be a peace for a while but now I'm just itchy," he admits, "I'm used to running from crisis to crisis that I don't know what normal really feels like."

Tidus chuckles a little himself. "I know what you mean. I spent most of my life playing sports before I ever picked up a sword, but it was weird going out the city and seeing nothing roaming around. Not that I've got anything to fight them now," he says with a shrug, "but you still expect to see something, right? Now I just work at a bar and grill... really not where I expected my life to go."

Sam nodded. "I've spent my whole life ready for the next fight and the BIg Bad," he says, "hell my brother and I just came from a time where we pissed off God himself...that was fun."

God? Tidus raises an eyebrow. "What was that about?"

Sam chuckles. "Okay it's a long story but on my world God is....well he's real. He likes to "write stories" for his favorite people and my brother and I found out that he was doing that for us...and we kind of took offence to not having Free Will just so God can enjoy his favorite show." Sam shakes his head. "Not the greatest idea we've ever had, but my brother and I had rough lives and to know it was because a cosmic deity thought it was fun...it pissed us off."

That sort elicits a small laugh from Tidus, mirthless, more incredulous thing than anything else. It's matched by his raised eyes, the quizzical look that's stuck with him that he stares at Sam with.

"Wait, so this god guy... He just wrote your life? What, he put you somewhere and made you do things? Like a game show?"

It had to be something more on the lines of that, right?

"More like one of those comedy/drama show things," Sam replies, "death, jokes, killing friends, more jokes, monsters and a lot of character bashing He also wrote books about my brother and I....that was weird too."

"Uhhh..." Yeah, give Tidus a second here, his brow knitting in no less confusion.

"Sounds rough." He pauses again, still trying to find the right response to any of that. "I dunno, I never heard about gods until I came here, but it sounds like something they can do. They're just powerful people who get popular, aren't they? And some jerkass got interested in your family for some reason? You know why?"

Sam shakes his head. "He's never be up front about why he likes us so much. Just that that he finds us fun to watch and he likes throwing new situations at us. And when we objected he got pissed off and killed someone we cared about."

"Eeesh, no wonder why you'd prefer a place like this." Well, save for them both finding it a little dull compared to their old lives, but then, when your old life had that for a nuisance?

"Just reminds you how different other worlds are. Some guy following me around making my life miserable... you got excitable fans, but nothin' like that."

Dean decided to be nice and take his brother out to lunch and walked into his office to find him humming. Dean stood there watching for several moments, clearly enjoying the show.

"Not bad, Sammy, but you gotta put more feeling into it," Dean cracked.

Sam mentally winces at the song Dean is humming and he balls up a piece of paper to chuck it at his brother's head. "Jerk," he mutters fondly as he gets up and walks over to his brother. "You try telling someone to turn it off and then turn it back on a million times a day and see how bored you get."

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