driftfleet | Excuse You I Had Vows to Keep

Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Vanquish / Iskaulit
When: Today!

[Last thing Katie remembers is literally dragging a troll's battleaxe through a town on the verge of rioting, a large collection of stray cats nipping at her heels. (Look, life is complicated. Don't ask.)

Waking up to absolute stillness after that? Disconcerting, to say the least.

There's a dreamcatcher above the bed she's lying on, crafted with familiar wool and laced with magic, and it's the familiarity that pulls at her memory before she rolls over to see a collection of woolen dolls. That she crafted, she remembers suddenly. She'd forgotten. When did she--?

Then she's out the door and into the hallway, wide-eyed and disoriented.] No, no, no--

[It's the Fleet. Worst possible timing, oh my god. Or someone's god, anyway. You can find her in the halls or in the blanket fort, much beloved and missed cat winding around her ankles as she... starts pulling the blankets down and folding them neatly into a pile. Goddammit.]

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[And much later, a video broadcast, cheerful British accent warped slightly by a little American influence--]

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Do we still have a theatre? A fox park? If all else fails, I suppose people would consider me old enough to drink for once. [It's not a familiar face, except for the same bright green eyes.] I have all the time in the world to waste, and I'm new. Tell me where I can waste it?

[She'll be on the Iskaulit anyway, trying to match old-new memories with what she finds and feeling more than a little displaced. Find her pretty much anywhere. Later, she'll head out to the hotel and the planet, but that's a different post.]

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I could, but all your customers would get immensely jealous. It isn't very ladylike to show off, is it?

[Don't mind me I am following a scent of brimstone that seems to be mixed with sawdust and whiskey and sweaty people. So the smelly one, then. To a cat's nose, anyway.] You should come outside.

[............. oh should he]

And how will I defend myself against any stray cats?

[But he's making his way out from around the bar, toward the front doors.

It's weird to not expect a very short person to greet him, you know.]

You can't. Stray cats are terribly good at finding all your weaknesses--

[She breaks off as the door opens and a familiar figure steps out. Which is fine. Hope you like being tackled, Sam.

...and by that she's still a lightweight and would practically bounce off you if she didn't latch on with both arms at the same time. She missed you, bro. :c So what if it's been weeks for you, it's been years and years for her.]

Hi!

[.......... Awwww, gosh. ;~;

He's lucky in how sturdy he is, god bless. He sways with her tackle and is surprised by her eagerness (and yet completely expected this), giving her a little sweet hug and smiling a dimpled smile.]

... Hey there. Gotta say, you went through a pretty intense growth spurt.

Do you still throw airplanes at people?

[For a moment Katie literally envisages the amusing idea of batting actual, real airplanes from the sky. Thankfully for everyone involved, she can't actually do that, but daydream visuals are stellar.

Wow, that was a long time ago--] I do. Every day. [Well... only to people she likes. Less of those as time goes by.] I even give them little names like To Whom It May Concern and Bermuda Reject. But I should stop now. I have to grow up some time, don't I?

[That's a brazen lie. She smiles cheerfully up at him.] Did you know I went to America? I didn't look for you at all.

[His eyes widen as he looks down on her.

As usual, she's a little tricky minx of a cat.]

Nah. Growing ups for losers like me.

Saw all the tall shaggy-headed hunters, huh?

[He sounds apologetic though. He knows she didn't, of course.]

Quite a few. None that matched up to my expectations. Of course, as I only went to America to find you I was quite disappointed.

[She was there a whole year as an exile pretty much. But nope, nobody had ever heard of Sam Winchester :c Alas. Not that it really matters, when she still has the Adstring comm, but...]

You're still taller. I shall have to try harder.

Or you could always invest in a stool?

[Hey man, that's a sincere recommendation! Sorta.]

Surely there's something more worthwhile in the US other than visiting the lumberjack hermit. Maybe an appreciation for our love of iced tea?

[She makes a face.] Iced. Tea. Honestly, you go about it all wrong.

And a stool just sounds far too inconvenient. I'll just have to pass a law that says anyone taller than me is still required to give piggybacks.

You don't think I'd still offer that for free anyway?

[He hesitates, looking at her for a moment.]

... You've grown up a lot.

I feel guilty. Like an absentee uncle.

[From that sudden flash of white (slightly fanged) teeth, she's taking that comment about piggybacks wholly to heart, Sam. But she huffs at the next part.]

I haven't grown up at all. I just built prettier walls from which to throw planes at you. [She grins, hand to heart.] Besides, my life was terribly dull all this time. You'd have gone stir crazy.

Would I have?

[Obviously, he doesn't remotely believe her, translates her words the moment she speaks them; it's crazy to think about when he'd first gotten to know her and how weird learning her 'language' was. His smile and soft and fond as he quirks a brow.]

I'll bet.

... Drink?

[:|a I feel like I'm illegally supplying a child with liquor.

But. You're not one. Lord.]

[A human beloved of the fae in the circles she travels? Youuu'd probably be either a lot crazier or dead. :D As much as that takes with Winchesters.

She smirks at the question.] Can you serve me one without your head exploding?

[He laughs.]

I don't know. You might have to show me an ID.

Isn't it lucky, then, that the Atroma saw fit to bring me with everything I needed? [This here is an unimpressed lineface. Nothing, Sam. She didn't even get to bring her badge.]

As it turns out, whether I'm old enough to drink depends on what country I'm from. [But she doesn't look underage, so. Your call, bartender Sam :D]

Oh? And what if there's no countries where you're at?

[:^D]

Oh, well then. Hard to show you're of legal drinking age when there isn't a legal drinking age thereabouts. I suppose that means if you ask me for ID, I'll just poke my tongue out at you.

... I guess that's good enough ID.

[He grins, nodding toward the bar.]

Coming? I'd hate to keep you away from your first attempt at space liquor.

Mmm, space liquor! It does have an interesting ring to it.

[Yes, she's totally heading into the bar. And by that I mean she sort of wraps her arms around Sam's, resting her head against his shoulder for a second.] Hurry up, then.

[... Oh, you.

He smiles a little, tightening the link of their arms before they go.]

Sure thing, just don't go flicking me around if I drag my feet.

Hmm... I'll think about it.

[C'MON SAM let's go you can give me drinks and I can give you a completely unreliable account of the last ten years it'll be gr8

~~We can leave this here for you you poor buried sod~~]

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