1st Drink

[ellen_harvelle]

[She's been here a few days. Castiel knows she's here. That girl who had helped her to the dugout and given her a little bit of help knew she was here, but had no idea who she was.

That didn't help.

She's got a bruise along her jaw and a scrape on her right cheek. And she's got a shot glass in her hand. There's a distinctive bottle close by, but she's not drinking it. It's too early for that. No matter how much she might want to.

Also, she knows her boys are here.]

I got the welcoming committee talk. Don't want to hear the rest of it.

[She rolls the shot glass along the table.]

I know there are folks from my world here. Appreciate it if they'd speak up.

[Another roll of the shot glass.]

If anyone's looking for a bartender, I ran my own saloon back in Nebraska and don't mind knocking heads together no matter how much more testosterone than brains they've got.

[And if you boys don't contact her, she will come find you. You really don't want that, do you?]

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[paterelohim]

[Raising a hand slightly.]

Yo. I'm Chuck Shurley, and I'm the weirdest person from our world here.

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[ellen_harvelle]

[Tilt of the glass. She still hasn't poured anything into it, though. She probably won't until well after dark.]

You're the Prophet Chuck. Heard you were here.

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[paterelohim]

Really? [...His reputation precedes him. Fantastic.]

From who?

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[ellen_harvelle]

Castiel. Angel-boy filled me in on a few things.

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[doctor_mccoy]

[He lifts his chin] Looks like you found the best way to cope with this place already. So i'm flat out of advice.

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[ellen_harvelle]

Ain't had a drink since I got here.

[Yet. She just finds it comforting to have it around. Plus, she wants to ask Castiel if you can bless liquor and use it instead of holy water.]

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[doctor_mccoy]

Yeah well, cheers.
[That is such a waste of perfectly good liquor...]

Whereabouts are you from? [In that same prison-talk sort of 'what are you in for?' tone] Or rather, which band of stranded misfits do you belong to?

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[magnetic_magpie]

Welcome to the Port, then.

Michael Xavier, I've been around here for a while. Merlotte's is a good place to work, Sam is a good man.

If you are looking for people I might be able to point you in the right direction.

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[ellen_harvelle]

[Her one hand is hurt, so she's not quite up to texting. Besides, she feels it stupid and wants to hear what people have to say.]

Merlotte's huh? I'll have to take a look.

I'm Ellen.

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[magnetic_magpie]

[He texts coordinates, even which subway and busline from the Newcomer apartments.]

If I recognize the interior of those apartments, anyway. Been a while since I was in them.

Pleasure to meet you Ellen.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

Roll call.

[ellen_harvelle]

[Wait. You're one she's never met.]

Who the hell are you?

[employeeofthemonthforever]

I'm Zachariah. Cheers.

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[thehighcost]

There's a lot of you guys looking for bars, huh? I own a bar in sector four, it's called Mugshots, and we're looking for new people! Oh, and it's the headquarters for all the bounty hunting stuff. [Smiles.]

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[ellen_harvelle]

[Bounty hunting? Not really different from hunting. Probably a lot less lethal.]

I'm Ellen.

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[thehighcost]

Nice to meet you, Ellen! [Smiles.] I'm Didi.

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[whycantistay]

I take it you're from Chuck's world. And Michael and Lucifer's. And a whole bunch of other's.

--I'm not. But I'm from somewhere similar. Less Biblical. More-- well, our world isn't as nice. No heaven.

I'm Fred, by the way.

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[ellen_harvelle]

I'm Ellen. Take it you know quite a few of them.

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[whycantistay]

I do. Sam, Chuck, Crowley, Cas, Michael, Lucifer, John, Mary... I think that's it.

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[integrity]

Let me guess.

[The demon's voice is actually rather quiet, as he stares at her.]

Carthage.

[Her death is a moment of great poignancy to him. It was the day that his life changed forever.]

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[ellen_harvelle]

You must be Crowley.

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[integrity]

[And, just like that, the thoughtful moment is gone.]

You know, everyone on your side of the proverbial fence has that reaction when they meet me. It's never 'What's your name?' or 'Fancy a drink?', it's always 'You must be Crowley.' Do I honestly radiate that much of a presence that I can go without a proper introduction? Just once I would love to have someone from our idiotic universe to ask my name instead of being a presumptuous twit.

[Crowley has a difficult life.]

But fine -- we can do this your way. Yes, I am Crowley, yes, I am the one who gave the Winchesters the Colt, and yes, I suppose I am part of the reason for your unfortunate and untimely death, but really, can't we all just hop on the bandwagon and blame the Winchesters?

[As he shrugs a shoulder.]

It's what I do, it works out marvelously.

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[momchester]

Can I save you the trouble of looking me up?

[She likes you, Ellen. Anyone who hears about John's death and reacts by calling him a jackass for leaving her has a guaranteed place of honor in her book.]

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[ellen_harvelle]

[Give her a minute. She wasn't expecting you to just... contact her.]

Well, I'll be damned...

[... Nope that's all she's got to say, really.]

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[momchester]

[Uuuuuuncomfortable. She gets by now that she's dead and it's a shock and all, but there's still always some awkwardness at this stage.]

I hope not.

Do you need anything? I live right downstairs. If you stick around long enough, we might even see Dean some time before sirens.