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nightlogs2023-09-17 01:56 pm
fromfryingpantofire) wrote in nightlogs2023-09-17 01:56 pm
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[Open] The only thing that you absolutely have to know...
Who: Sam Winchester and you!
What: Sam's found his home away from home
Where: The library at the North Pole
When: Relatively soon after arrival, probably post-Branch
Warnings/Notes: Winchester mouth. Updated as needed.
Once Dean was back on his feet, Sam started exploring the North Pole. And, honestly, nobody who knew him would be surprised to find that once he found the library, he kept drifting back there.
Not that it was that easy to find things there. That North has a filing system is undeniable. What's also undeniable, though, is that whatever filing system he has is archaic and likely all in his own head. Which doesn't mean that Sam doesn't enjoy the looking.
Which is why he can be found at one of the tables near the middle of the room, piles of books and scrolls around him and a leather-bound notebook open to his right, pen set in the crease between pages as he bends over another book, head bowed and hand on cheek as he reads.
He glances up as somebody approaches, then leans back with a stretch. "Hey. Any idea how long I've been here?"
What: Sam's found his home away from home
Where: The library at the North Pole
When: Relatively soon after arrival, probably post-Branch
Warnings/Notes: Winchester mouth. Updated as needed.
Once Dean was back on his feet, Sam started exploring the North Pole. And, honestly, nobody who knew him would be surprised to find that once he found the library, he kept drifting back there.
Not that it was that easy to find things there. That North has a filing system is undeniable. What's also undeniable, though, is that whatever filing system he has is archaic and likely all in his own head. Which doesn't mean that Sam doesn't enjoy the looking.
Which is why he can be found at one of the tables near the middle of the room, piles of books and scrolls around him and a leather-bound notebook open to his right, pen set in the crease between pages as he bends over another book, head bowed and hand on cheek as he reads.
He glances up as somebody approaches, then leans back with a stretch. "Hey. Any idea how long I've been here?"
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or having them stolenwould, to allow himself hyperbole, be like having his arm severed. And yet his response was simple. "Agreed."Still, there were benefits to the force-- or telekinesis. "But if you could manage to move yourself..." Well, he'd seen how that could be used.
But he forgot himself. "I'm Captain--" he caught himself too late but kept his sigh internal. "Rex. You can just call me Rex."
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He hums at that and nods. "I've definitely read a fair few comics where the telekinetics could move themselves. Just because I couldn't get over the idea of trying to get more than two inches off the ground with my own powers doesn't mean everybody would have the same problem."