Test Drive Meme!

[paradisamods]

TEST DRIVE MEME Welcome to the Test Drive Meme! Whether you're considering joining paradisa for the first time or you just want to test out a new muse, this is the place to do it. Only character journals allowed, please! Feel free to have your character roam any of the castle's rooms, grounds locations, or City Royale. Thanks for your interest, and have fun! Premise: You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.

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[putuporshutup]

Well, that was fast. Not exactly the guy she was hoping for, but whatever. Meg turns down the music, grabs the bottle of whiskey off her nightstand, and takes a long swig before dragging her journal across the bed and answering in a chipper tone meant to disguise all the sad little mixed-up feelings he just dredged up by re-appearing.

"Back so soon, Dean-O?"

[surfaceshine]

Hearing the nickname makes him go still, probably comically so. He wasn't exactly expecting that and then he realizes maybe he should have. The surprise melts into his characteristic confident smirk, hanging lopsided and charming on his face even if it's marred a little with the confusion of working out how to use the new contraption that the voice came from.

He doesn't recognize the face, but then, he should have been expecting that too.

"Have you seen this place? Who could stay away? I bet the electric bill is a bitch though."

[putuporshutup]

"Uh, yeah you could say that."

As a friend she made here once told her, magic always comes at a price - and the price of the so-called "utilities" of Paradisa seemed to be everyone's varied loss and misery. But he ought to know that, unless this would be another one to come back with no memory of a previous stay.

She cringes. Was she seriously doomed to re-hash how things had played out for different versions of Dean Winchester over and over and over again? Maybe she'd just give a fake name, avoid him, and call it a day. Count her blessings that it wasn't Cas returning without his memories. That... she doesn't think she could take.

...nah. She might enjoy laying low, but she likes messing with his head even more. What can she say? Old habits die hard. Might as well rip off the band-aid and figure out how much damage control she needs to do.

"Weird question for you. What year is it where you're from?"

[surfaceshine]

The cringe is weird, especially as delayed as it is; he was always sharper than he let on, noticed more than he cared to admit to, and that doesn't escape him. Her question tips him off, too, but probably not in the way she's expecting.

He's familiar with temporal distortion, though he wouldn't know to call it that; more familiar than he ever cares to admit to, either, enough that he actually makes an effort to think about it. And it's an effort he must make: there's almost three years he has that no one else in his timeline does, and a whole host of complications that mean he's never really sure it's actually three years. It's not a weird question, but it's harder for him to answer than it would be for most.

"2007," he says finally. Considers making another joke by the looks of the place, but instead raises an eyebrow at her. "You?"