Sallie Abigail Reynolds (
realmrsreynolds) wrote2008-04-02 02:25 pm
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On Shadow.
Sallie's accustomed by this point in her career in Milliways with bringing people through to her house.
Sometimes however, she does forget to mention that her door leads to the back end of her walk-in pantry.
"Mind the rice bags, please," Sallie throws out behind her. "I haven't had a chance to put them away yet."
'Them', here, meaning 'a stack of burlap bags waist high that restricts the narrow walkway of actual living space to about half of its original width'.
Sallie's concise like that; even she has issues navigating it all.
Sometimes however, she does forget to mention that her door leads to the back end of her walk-in pantry.
"Mind the rice bags, please," Sallie throws out behind her. "I haven't had a chance to put them away yet."
'Them', here, meaning 'a stack of burlap bags waist high that restricts the narrow walkway of actual living space to about half of its original width'.
Sallie's concise like that; even she has issues navigating it all.
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Sam trades a look with Dean.
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Dean looks right back at Sam for a second.
Maybe there's another reason the doc didn't like sticking it out at his place.
Who knows?
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Before Sallie can say a word, Dorothy gestures with a tilt of the head toward the two men behind her. "Who are they?"
"Just some new employees what came out on the craft with me. We have to go into West End, pick up some supplies. You know how it is. Any shot of them coming in? I didn't think there was much of a point of making them wait in the ride."
Slightly quieter, "[Besides, they're still new. I need to keep an eye on them. Hope you do not mind.]"
Dorothy doesn't and stands aside.
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A quick glance around the room doesn't show anything immediately untoward. There's a doorway just behind Dorothy, one that looks like it leads into a central sort of area.
"Hope we're not intruding. We could wait somewhere out of the way while you and Mrs. Reynolds visit?"
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"Of course," the second woman offers. "It has...been awhile since I've had guests weren't family in the house. If you'd like you can get yourself something to drink while I take care of your boss."
Dean and Sam are waved off to Dorothy's right as the two women move down the hallway.
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"Besides the kitchen, what're we looking at, Sammy. Workroom? You think she's got a shed or something?"
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Sam follows Dean into the other room, moving around the side toward one of the cabinets.
"Split up or work the place together?"
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"I'd say split up, but it's gonna look kinda hinky if I'm over here and you're somewhere else."
Huh. Nothing. Go figure.
"Not that it ain't gonna look hinky if we're both somewhere else. Split up? It'll get us finished faster."
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He nods to Dean and then retreats the way they came, moving cautiously back up the hall.
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First he pours a drink--one for Sam, too.
Versimilitude's handy.
Then he starts looking through drawers, under furniture and rugs, and behind paintings.
This is where the EMF detector comes in real useful.
Except for the part where it seems like everything sets it off. Huh.
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At least the mirrors aren't still covered.
"So, hired on some new folk?" Dorothy makes conversation, playing with the sweetroll Sallie pulled out of her bag.
"That I did. They are brothers; tend to work best as a team, so I hear."
Sallie's the only one with a view of the hallway, and notices Sam moving out of the kitchen.
"Know what they're doing, far as I can tell."
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Not far past that, though, he finds a set of stairs. Sam makes a face and eases his way slowly up them, avoiding creaky boards as best he can.
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Maybe the chick--Dorothy?--maybe she's just evil. Or something.
He's having a hard time buying it, though.
Dean keeps the detector out anyway; one free hand's all he needs right now. And if that changes--he can just drop it. New one won't be that hard to rig up.
Now.
What else is on this floor?
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Or the desk drawer.
The computer system's a little more of a challenge, though.
What's worse, there's nothing unusual in any of it.
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So Dean heads for the stairs, too, meeting Sam on his way down.
"Nothing down here. Well--weirdass EMF, but unless a Christo's gonna work on Dorothy, pretty sure it's not all that. You?"
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Sam sounds as disgusted as he looks.
"There's an office, yeah, but nothing pings."
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Talking.
"Help you with anything, gentlemen?" Sallie calls to them, doing her level best to remain official-sounding.
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Dean's voice is carefully diffident.
"Sammy, here has this thing with claustrophobia."
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"Yeah."
For some reason, it comes out more than a little flat.
"Claustrophobia."
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"Certainly. I won't be much longer."
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Dean's already turning to head outside.
It's just easier.
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Sam nods to Dorothy as well, then follows Dean out.
He waits until they're all the way outside before punching his brother in the shoulder.
"Claustrophobia? What the hell was that?"
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Dean reflexively slaps the back of Sam's head.
"Now come on, there's gotta be something around here."
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Some things never change, five hundred years and change later.
"You two lost, or here to help?" It's rough and solid, even if the question comes from a man who doesn't look much older than Dean himself.
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