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044 some places are like people; some shine, and some don't

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[Two hours into port and Richie's already starting to get a headache. He's inside at least, wandered the halls until he started to feel like somebody was watching him and then he tried to find his way back to his room but he missed the floor and ended up all turned around.

Nothing supernatural. Just on-edge.

From there it was a disappointing once-over some of the rest of the place, mostly the bigger spaces, then back up to his room. The right one this time. And now he's set up at the table in his half, slumped down and taking up most of the space with gangly limbs, staring at the screen morosely.]

Anybody know if they've got a foosball table here? I couldn't find one.

[He raises one hand to rub at his temple, frowning briefly and staring off into nothing, but comes back after a moment and adjusts his glasses before returning his attention to the public at large.]

And it's fucking freezing. Did we hafta end up in a place where it's actually snowing?

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Foosball?

...yeah. The game with the soccer guys on sticks?

No I read ya'. I read ya. I just...S'been awhile since I've even thought about that kinda thing.

[Zombies does not leave time for sports.]

[Zombies how dare you. Not cool.]

Why? Not like stuff on the ship's been that crazy.

...-er than normal, anyway.

I just got here.

You'll get used to it.

...This place seems pretty safe to me. Y'all're pretty knocked in the head if y'think it's gonna turn me off. Free food, Free water and a nice...

unnaturally quiet mountain retreat.

Yeah. You watch movies, right? Those are always the ones you gotta worry about.

Plus, it's the Admiral. You just...don't trust shit like that.

...First 've heard of this Admiral.

You really ARE new.

...yeah.

Shane Walsh.

Richie. Gecko.

Give it a few of these things, you'll get it.

Yo Richie. Someone's looking after the damn boiler so we should get some heat soon. And there's gotta be a fucking game room around here somewhere. Let me know where you are and we'll go find it together.

Where's the angel? He doing his job?

Um. Fifth floor, I'll meet you there. Don't take too long, okay?

[This place. He doesn't like it. Can they go back yet?]

Castiel? He's around. ...He was here, anyway. It's just a hotel, not like he's got much of a job to do right now.

Hauling ass now. Got a surprise for you.

[He takes the stairs two at a time because the elevators are "majestically slow".]

I don't know. I got a weird feeling. We may need back-up and B might be busy.

[He pulls a face because since when do they need back-up, but he won't argue. Safety in numbers, or some shit, and as long as Seth is on his way the rest of it isn't a big deal.]

Yeah, I know what you mean. You think the ship's around somewhere close enough we can just go back?

[Please?]

What kind of surprise?

I really wish it was, but the truth is I spent two hours tromping around out there in the cold looking for the goddamn thing and there's no sign of it. Otherwise I'd be telling you to pack your bags, because my weird-shit-ometer's going off big time.

[He chuckles.] Just give me a minute.

[Pretty soon his booted steps can be heard on the stairs and he emerges, puffing, from the stairwell.]

[Richie's already out in the hall by the time Seth gets within view, starting to fidget while he waits; he's with Seth there, the place might LOOK okay but it feels anything but.

The wait feels longer than it probably actually was. Time always passes differently when you're by yourself.]

Hey. What took you so long?

Nothing that important. I just thought I saw something weird on my way up the stairs. Must be my imagination. [He rubs his face as he comes over, hiding most of his enormous relief.]

Okay! Let's find that goddamn game room.

Seth

[He glances around at the familiar voice but sees nothing. Not again.]

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[He recognizes that look. The sudden look around. Looking for something you don't have a name for.]

Okay. C'mon. Let's go. What's the surprise?

[He smirks briefly and opens his leather jacket to reveal his old .44 in a shoulder holster.] Not good against everything, but it's a fucking start.

[He starts walking with Richie.] Where have you looked so far?

[Richie's eyes widen; ooh. Well that's definitely a plus.]

Where the fuck'd you get that?

[A shrug.]

Main room downstairs, kinda got lost after that.

[He sights down the hall with it briefly, then tucks it away.] Parting gift from Hoffman. I have to negotiate for bullets, but fine, whatever.

[He looks around.]

Let's go from the top down. We're mostly there already.

[Something's off here, she feels it, and really hopes the Admiral tossed him off with his medication.

This is the Admiral we're talking, so she can probably keep hoping.]

You just bored?

[Even if he did, the hotel's a sneaky bastard. Sooner or later he'd stop taking it for one reason or another.]

Yeah. There's nothin' to do here. And the animals in the yard are just fucking creepy.

Maybe they got a pool table in the bar.

Maybe.

You wanna check your stuff, make sure you got everything? You never know about that guy.

Yeah, I... [Ehhh he wants to lie and say he already checked but. It's Lua. It seems wrong unless it's Necessary. So there's a pause in the dialogue and a few moments of thinking before he skulks off to investigate.]

I'll check.

[Cue his back to the camera and digging through drawers and shelves and bags and things. At two minutes there's a put-out noise, like a kid who just realized he misplaced something he was told not to lose.

Five minutes in, the search gets more frantic. Seven minutes and he starts searching things he's already looked through, tearing the contents apart. The room's only so big, they have to be there somewhere...

And then he finds it. He emerges triumphant; the bottle's hidden under one of the piles of crap he pulled out and dropped. He lets out a sigh of relief and returns to the screen, dropping it onto the table within easy reach.]

Yeah, I got everything. You?

[She's not sure if he knew what she meant, or if it's important to him now, but she's a little relieved, and trusts Seth to be taking care of the rest of it.]

I got plenty. He seems to know what's important. [She is. very armed right now.]

[They help with the weird shit, and the headache and...everything else this place is giving him already kind of tips him off that he's going to need help with weird shit. They won't, but he doesn't know that yet.]

What kind of plenty? The kind that might be helpful for the Admiral usually seems to get us into?

[Because if so he wants to know if she'll share.]

[Yes, but she's all right with sharing with Seth, not Richie.]

I got Seth in my room, I'll see if we've got enough.

Okay. Good. How is he? He okay?

Seems like it. Just wants to make sure you're all right, you know? Know you're looking for him, he'll find you soon.

Yeah, I know. I'll feel better once he gets here.

I have the key to our room. You can stay in whatever bunk you wish, as I don't require sleep.

Are you all right?

[You know that never ends well for anyone, Cas, right? You might be able to stand guard the whole time, but chronic insomnia never helps as much as you might think in these kinds of situations.]

Yeah, I'm fine. Just a hotel, right? Nothin' weird here.

The place is deeply haunted and there is likely other dark magic at work. If you see something unusual, please tell me. Chill breezes, things being moved without anyone there, faces in the fog or sky - this place is more dangerous than it seems.

Yeah, yeah, sure. Okay.

[He...might or might not. It's easy to tell yourself you can ignore the weirdness when weirdness is part of daily life ANYWAY.]

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