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[action/dictated - the sixth floor hallway]

[At about noon on Saturday, the door to Insolitus creeps open, and a tall, dirty, smelly man with a full beard tumbles out of it. Did you know Sam Winchester was participating in No Shave November? Trust him when he says it was an event he would have preferred to skip.

He lays there on the floor for a moment, his eyes pinched closed as they adjust to the light. He's maybe there for about five minutes before he hears the familiar smack of his journal hitting the floor just over his head, probably open.

There's a loud groan, followed by a muttered:]

I hate you.

[That's mostly directed at the castle, for the record.

After that, he'll push up to his feed and make his way back down to his room on the third floor. Feel free to catch him anywhere in the middle, but he probably won't be inclined to talk to you for long. He really, really wants a shower. The journal will close once it hits the bed in his room, and Sam will disappear into the shower.

Once he's clean, shaved and in a fresh set of clothes, he'll pick up the journal again, trying to figure out where to even start in catching up. Eventually, a few filters will appear on the page.]

[dictated - Pie Hole Employees]

Sorry for disappearing like that. Apparently the castle doesn't really care that you're running a business when it tries to send you on a magical mystery tour.

So is everything okay? Nothing burned down or exploded while I was gone?

[/Pie Hole]

[dictated - Dean Winchester]

... Still around?

[he really hates that he needs to ask that question.]

[/Dean]

[dictated - Friends]

Apparently the castle thought that it would be fun to let me explore Insolitus for a month. Let me just say that it's not the most ideal vacation spot.

[his pen taps against the journal for a moment, before continuing]

So, uh. Did I miss anything important?

[another pause]

Oh, and where are my dogs?

[Action section is open, if you want to encounter the caveman. As for the friends filter, if you think you're on it, you're on it!]

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I think so. It's not good to be alone here.

No. It isn't.

[ she looks down at her feet. ]

[He watches her for a minute, before nudging her lightly with his foot.]

You know what I think this conversation needs? Ice cream.

[ She smiles. ]

I haven't had any in months.

[He grins as he gets up.]

C'mon. There's a little shop in town that's pretty good.

[ She stands aside so he can get out first. She follows after him, walking on the balls of her feet. ]

[He leads the way into town, and wibbley wobbly, timey wimey, they're at the ice cream shop. He looks up at the menu.]

What are you in the mood for?