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Who: Everybody who hates this moon! And a few that don't!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: The Good Ship Iskaulit
When: Throughout the Toxic Moon event

[Y'all, Misty can't be the only one who hates this place, so let's all gather on the Iskaulit, safe from all that dark and rot down on the polluted moon and have ourselves a good time!

(Or at least, a pollution-free time).

A list of establishments on the Iskaulit can be found here!]

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[He sighs, glancing back at the place he'd been praying.]

I hope so. Nobody knows, I think. Nobody but me and the person who used me.

... Probably'll never know.

But -- I'd like to think I really tried.

[She watches him thoughtfully. And hears the way he uses "I" for the other Sam. He really must be taking it to heart, which she can understand. Her double was such a very different person, but there was still a connection there and if she'd heard about someone more similar who had made some huge mistake it would be hard.]

You did at least. Can't be easy to just have the people another version of you failed around. No one from your timeline?

[He shakes his head.]

Just them.

But... uh. I have good friends here. They know me pretty well -- saw enough about me.

I have that much, so I don't have too much room to complain, right?

Saw? Oh, the calibrations? [Beverly had told her about that.]

Who am I to stop anyone from complaining? But focusing on the good things sounds like one of those things healthy people do. [She smiles a little.]

[He smiles back.

Though...]

Actually, I haven't gone through any of that yet. The calibrations.

But there are people here who knew me in the last place I was trapped in; they came in with those memories, and that place... well, it really did a number on us. This place really isn't too bad in comparison, I hate to admit it.

I haven't seen anyone from my last place. At least no one who remembers being there. [Since obviously she remembers Sam and Dean.] What was your last place?

A place called Adstringendum. Same song, a little different in the dance.

Scientists there messed up their technology, made rips in the universe there that let us all accidentally fall in. My friend there figured out a ritual to get us all back home, but at that point the omnipresent spirits in charge made things a pain in the ass.

Hmm, I remember a time when I was very young and that could have sounded strange to me. Or I guess it would have sounded cool to me like a book I would have wanted to read.

So, did the ritual work? Did you get home before being dragged here?

Actually, it did. Eventually. We had to, um, destroy a giant evil cloud god that was killing the land and murdering the residents, but we pulled through. It was... something alright. Maybe I'll write down the tale on the network sometime, keep it on record.

Wow, I can't tell you how many times I've had to destroy and evil cloud god. They are the worst. [Never. It was never times. She smiles though.]

Yeah, good thing to have a record of. That's probably the hardest part of these places. Just trying to gather, store, and disseminate information with people coming and going and forgetting. Makes it hard to get anything done.

[He grins right back.]

Who knows how much information has slipped through the cracks.

I wish there was some way to get things more properly recorded. I think the likely issue is that whoever's working on it might disappear, and even if someone takes it over, it'll probably fall to the wayside after a while. And then nobody will even know the data exists in the first place.

Maybe it's something the library could house. Granted, that has it's own turn over I'm sure, but if everyone knew to take their information to archive there it might help consolidate it.

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