log; incomplete - open

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

When; March 12, night
Rating; PG?
Characters; Sam Winchester antistasis, Dean Winchester aferventfraud; OPEN
Summary; Sam and Dean arrive with a bang. To the head.
Log;

*If you were considering watching the fountain sometime this evening, you might notice the two tall men who fell out of the sky next to it. One has dark short hair and the other is a shaggy blond; the former, who has apparently hit his head on the fountain, is being shaken by the latter. Frantically.*

Dean? Dean?!

*A moment later, a car hits the ground next to them.*

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[aferventfraud.livejournal.com]

*is shaken, head flops around, ouch*

S...ammy? What're you doin...

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

*stops shaking him, but only to stare at the Impala, which has dropped out of the sky with a fender-rattling thump about ten feet off. it does not look better for the experience*

What the...

[aferventfraud.livejournal.com]

*kind of jerks more awake at that*

... dude, s'that my car?!

*still bleary, but... car*

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

Yes. At least it didn't fall on us.

*gets a grip on himself and leans back a bit.*

You all right?

[aferventfraud.livejournal.com]

*stops gaping after several long seconds, to groan and hold his head*

No. Well, yeah. I guess.

*starts to stand anyway, because PRECIOUS CAR needs his attention*

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

Hey, take it easy for a second. You might have... a concussion or something.

*grabs the fountain and pulls himself to his feet with one hand, a little shaky, to look around.*

Where are we?

[bohica-apu.livejournal.com]

*pushes away from the wall she's been leaning on, and saunters closer to the two men, outwardly casual; her hand, however, stays close to her sidearm. She says in tones of mock solemnity, lips quirking in amusement*

Some say it's hell.

*she laughs and shakes her head*

Sorry, private joke. Couldn't resist. Welcome to The City, boys.

*she tilts her head towards the Impala*

Shame about the car; it's a gorgeous machine.

[aferventfraud.livejournal.com]

M'fine.

*gets to his feet, wobbling a bit, then raising an eyebrow at the new girl. just a little incoherent when he answers*

Damn straight it is. Gorgeous car. Who are you, again?

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

*eyes the Impala* You can probably fix it. Again.

*smiles at the new face* Uh... hi. We've just. Dropped in, as you can see. *his normal smooth introductions aren't quite working, here.*

[dandy-indeed.livejournal.com]

Certainly a dramatic way to enter the City.

*the voice comes from an exceptionally well dressed man standing by a street light, his hat cocked down over his eyes*

And I would say it is more like Purgatory than Hell. Although I must admit, it's been some time since Catholic school.

[aferventfraud.livejournal.com]

*makes it over to the poor Impala, circling it as he checks for damage*

Son of a-- ... And who're you? What, you people think this is some kind of street performance?

*wow, head hurts, and he thinks there's somewhere in Texas, still. definitely on top of things, here*

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

Hell's a little hotter, from what I've heard... um, City? Would you mind letting us know which city? My brother and I seem to have gotten a little lost.

*quickly recovering his aplomb, it seems; waves his hand at the stranger in a friendly, sheepish gesture.*

[dandy-indeed.livejournal.com]

Tublicain Alhambra.

*he removes his hat and bows*

Although my friends call me the Dandy Man. I couldn't imagine why.

[dandy-indeed.livejournal.com]

*tips his hat in reply*

The City. There's no other name for it.

And a little lost? Oh, very. You're quite lost. In a place between places.

[aferventfraud.livejournal.com]

*rolls his eyes*

Couldn't imagine why.

*back to circling the car, holding his head, muttering to himself*

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

*caught your name there* Uh, it's good to meet you, Mr. Alhambra. Could you explain what you mean by that? I didn't quite... catch you there.

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

*backs up a little so he's closer to the car and Dean*

Dean? Dean, there are other things to worry about right now!

[aferventfraud.livejournal.com]

*scowling, in a ... puzzled kind of way*

Did you get a look at who hit us?

[dandy-indeed.livejournal.com]

Alright. Watch this.

*he makes a pass and produces a playing card*

This is your world. I couldn't say what it is like. But imagine that this is, as far as you know, reality.

*he makes another pass and produces another card in his other hand*

This is the world that I am from. The reality that I know. Earth, Brazil as it happens, but that's not important. 1999, internet, cars, planes, automobiles. Vampires walk the night, as do werewolves, although they're all but died out, etcetera, etcetera.

We?

Are in the place between these two cards.

*he holds the cards parallel to each other*

Only there's an infinite number of cards, instead of just yours and mine.

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

The ground, Dean. We were on I-40 and then we fell out of the sky, and I have no clue where we are now.

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

*only managed to track a little of that explanation*

...1999?

Wait, so this is like an alternate reality?

[aferventfraud.livejournal.com]

... So we're not in Texas.

*still rubbing his head, is not stupid, just... he hit his head, okay?*

[dandy-indeed.livejournal.com]

*he makes a pass and the cards disappear*

Something like that. We are all from different alternate realities. And this is the place between all of them.

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

Okay. Um.

*not the weirdest thing he's heard, but...*

...so how did we get here? And how do we get back?

[antistasis.livejournal.com]

This guy's saying it's called... The City.