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[First thing She notices: this is not heaven. She stood in the archway, but... She came here. Alone. Where was Metatron? Serendipity? Rufus? Where was home?

Then, in a few more moments, she notices that this isn't... even part of Her creation. How was that possible? Being removed from creation... It wasn't pleasant. It saddened her. She shrugged slightly, to herself. She decided to go see what, and who, she could find. Hopefully something she could talk to to find out what was going on.

On her way, she notices the communicator in her pocket. She finds the text function quickly as she's walking barefoot along the halls.]

ejsts na t;

[Give her a minute, she's never used this before. Hell, she's never texted before She never had to, she had Metatron there. she learns quickly, of course.]

where am I?

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[He'd considered a voice or video reply, but if it's someone who isn't used to technology, it's probably better to go with what they've already made sense of and worry about the rest later - and if they are more familiar, well, better safe than sorry.]

You're in the Manor; I'm afraid we don't really know much about how or why it works, but it seems to be some kind of realm unto itself separate from the worlds of the people that've been brought here that is affected by the random ideas of a teenage girl we only know as "The Author".

[Oh the joy of sounding like a bloody lunatic to any new arrival.]

[Seperate realm? Teenage girl?

She appears in front of him, with a ticked-off look that clearly says "Explain, now." seeing as his last one made no sense.]

[Welp, this was new. He really did have a talent for finding unknown quantities with powers, didn't he? Aaand unhappy unknown quantity with powers = potentially dangerous, and all the more reason to be calm and try to avoid this turning into any kind of confrontation.]

Ah - I'm afraid that's the best short explanation I have. There's a number of people here from different worlds and times, and most of the time it's this Manor and the surrounding grounds; reality doesn't seem very stable, and if you try to go too far in any direction, there's barriers and such that block any exit or ability to tell if there is anything outside. What I've been able to investigate so far has supported a few theories about the person in control of this place; there's a ... [He's going to sound like more of a raving loon for this and he knows it...]

A talking rabbit that seems to have some kind of contact with her; he makes posts to the network occasionally, and can sometimes be found around a hutch outside, or elsewhere on the grounds.

I wish I could tell you more or ... sound less insane, but sanity seems to be optional here.

[She cocked her head slightly as she listened. she git, this was some strange joke, right? He'd been put up to it by the angels; had to be. They were good children, generally, but their sense of humour was questionable.

She's giving icon face.]

I wish I were joking, believe me, but that's ... the honest truth as far as I know it.

[She sighed, and threw her hands up in frustration. It couldn't be; it was impossible. and yet... she couldn't feel heaven, or creation.

But it was impossible.... Wasn't it?]

... Sorry - I wish I could make this place make more sense, or say there was an easy way home or something like that, but ... most standards of sanity end up getting checked at the door just by the nature of things here. [Powers, unhappy, but definitely didn't seem hostile, just ... unhappy. Which... honestly was a nice change.]

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[Something registered with her that was not right. Something... dark and evil would be the best way to describe it. and overlapped, almost likem there were two things in the hall with her rather than one.

She stopped walking, and fixed him with the flattest, most unimpressed look she could probably manage.

Having Metatron with her would be nice as she'd be able to question him properly. well, this sucked, but she'd make do.

Ignoring the communicator in her hand, not wasting time sending a message, she makes her word appear directly on the screen of his blackberry. Unconventional, but necessary.]

What are you?

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I'm- this-isn't-my-doing Iwassortasupposedtobeahostforsomethingdidn'tlikethepossessedthingorthewholetryingtoendhumanityI'msittingonthissonobodyELSEusesit- []

[She didn't think he was lying, not with the speed or pressure he spoke with. Interesting.

Question was, did he know who she was? again, she sent the message straight to the blackberry.]

do you know who I am?

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N-no, I mean, haven't seen anything holy-side before ever first time canyouturnitdownalittle?

[She regarded him for a minute, and cocked her head.

Another message]

No. this place is [a small pause as she thinks of the right word.] restricting.

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[Sam was procrastinating. Dean needed to feed, and since Roxanna had been sent home, he hadn't fed in days. The lack of food was making him grouchy and Sam was faced with an inescapable conclusion. One that his brother was going to fight him tooth and nail on. He picked up the comm.]

Hey. You must be new. Where are you?

[she shrugs, before typing] Where are you?

[conversations were better done face to face.]

[Stubborn. And completely not helpful. But he was looking for any reason to put off his conversation-slash-inevitable argument with Dean.] Just outside the manor. Pan your video around, I'll figure out where you are.

[as she appeared outside, there was a feeling like an angel was around. She moved towards it, recognising him. Lucifer. as soon as she appeared, however, it wasn't lucifer. and she realised the feeling was faint. Almost like an echo.

she moved closer, looking him up and down questioningly. who was this man?]

[Sam whirled, startled. It was just a woman. But.. there was something so familiar about her. Like he knew her. A feeling of home, and deep, painful betrayal. He took an involuntary step back.]

I.. ah.

.. who are you?

[she rose an eyebrow. He was asking who she was?

she stepped closer, and poked him. Who was he first, before she answered anything.]

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