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Entry tags:
- # check-in day,
- alec mcdowell,
- alex kamal,
- bo dennis,
- coby ward,
- curnen overbay,
- dean winchester,
- dorian pavus,
- gartrett corbie,
- homer jackson,
- kashaw vesh,
- kitty pryde,
- lillith daturai,
- liz parker,
- marie-ange colbert,
- mary winchester,
- moana,
- peter parker,
- pike trickfoot,
- piotr rasputin,
- rey,
- sam winchester,
- sunny nwazue,
- vex'ahlia,
- waldo butters,
- wyatt logan,
- xavin
[GP] Réveillon & New Year's Eve & Check-In
Emma had said, during Winter's Crest, that she missed a tradition from home called réveillon. She seemed also to miss her cousin, as Lillith missed hers. Since she wished both to learn to cook and to be of comfort to her friend, it had been decided they would make a réveillon dinner for New Year's Eve.
Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.
Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.
Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.
Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.
Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.
Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.
Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.
Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.
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She stood, back mostly to Dean as she picked up some food from one of the tables, filling a plate. Her beer that she had rested on the table to get the food clearly almost out of liquid.
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"Mom?"
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His mom's memories were wiped when he went back in time. She shouldn't know who he was or even if she got the connection with his boneheaded admission that she was his mom, how did she know he was Dean and not Sam?
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A faint smile formed on her lips in a way that was both proud, but mostly sympathetic. It was clear he had just arrived. She wished she felt more equipped to answer all the question he had, but at least this time it was the parent explaining to the child.
"Well, the real answer is I guess you don't. But, this place. I only just got here over a month ago and." A pause. "Sam found me here. He's been here longer. He -" Mary's eyes grew a little sadder as she paused just slightly. "Told me what happened. To you, to him, to... me." She remembered herself dying vividly too, which made for some unpleasant nightmares.
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This time his hand did come out to touch her shoulder just to reassure himself that she was physically there and not some ghost. "Sam told you everything?" Hopefully not everything about their lives.
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"Hi, I'm Pike."
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He wasn't drunk. But he was well on his way to drunk. And bed. With Bo. Probably.
He saw Dean again. Or not Dean. Except he looked a lot older. Sam blinked. He hadn't had that much to drink. He sucked down the last half his whiskey, got another, looked again, and decided... "Dean?"
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"Sammy." He cocked an eyebrow with a hint of amusement, "you're not gonna pull a silver knife to see if I'm a shapeshifter are you?" Which actually wasn't a bad idea, especially in this place.
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"And when are you here from?" Somehow, he managed to avoid adding 'this time' but he didn't stop himself from walking over to try to hug him.
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Dean pulled Sam into a brief hug before stepping back to answer the question. "2013. I've obviously retained my devilishly handsome looks with age. What's the last thing you remember before here?"
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And Dean had just told Sam he needed to do the same. Instead, Sam had gone out, summoned the crossroads demon and shot her with the Colt. But Dean didn't know that, or hadn't. Maybe he did now, but Sam wasn't going to volunteer it.
"I've been here a year."
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"A year? Time move differently here? And don't give me theories, just a yes or no will work."
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"Well, at least I know I age well." He approached him with a beer in his hand.
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"Damn, straight. We look just as good as old farts, too." Not that Dean expected to live that long, but he'd had a prequel thanks to that witch. Did he mention he hated witches?
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"So... what's your deal?" He decided to test the waters. If it was Ben, he didn't want to spark the crazy.
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"Same shit, different day." He took a long sip of his beer. "Sam's back." That would have been the most important thing for younger him to learn. "He's here, too." Then he realized younger him really had to know this, "uh so's mom. Time travel, it's a bitch."
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"Yeah. Freaky too. How should we refer to ourselves so that Sam and mom know who they're talking to or about?"
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He smirked, "well they can just say the good looking one for me. Or you could be little Dean."
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