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[laptopfu]

Who: Sam (laptopfu) and Faith (faithfullyslain) and anyone else wandering and awake at the police station.
What: Theorizing/hoping that the "zomg zombie apocalypse" is an local event. And coffee!
When: Day 2, 8 a.m.
Where: Local Police Station
Warnings: Slight language.

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[laptopfu]

The jury was still out on whether or not Sam actually believed there could be "good" witches. Intellectually, it was possible but considering the Winchesters saw a lot more evidence of machinations from Below than they had ever seen from Above, it wasn't really looking like an option at the moment. Pining his hopes on that shot in the dark would be about as productive as the Bruce Campbell quotes. Still, the more people they had on their side, the better

[faithfullyslain]

"Naw, oompa loompas," she drawled, glancing at him from the corner of her eye with a sly grin quirking her lips, "Of course the prison. Think about it. Isolated prison in an isolated little cow town. Don't have the locals prying 'round when everything's going all smooth in th'town proper. Real quiet-like, the whole place. And s'not like the inmates are tellin' tales to th'outside."

She frowned, "Should've thought of it earlier 'fore this everything went all Raccoon City on our asses. Might've been able to do something 'bout it."

Well, it wasn't like there was anything they could do about that now. Crying over spilt toast, y'know?

...Or was that spilt milk and dropped toast?

Whatever.

"Think it's possible t'get anywhere near the place 'thout getting torn apart? High noon or something?"

So she hadn't exactly read up on lore--dude, that's what a Watcher'd been for, y'know?--but most've the stuff she'd come across only started gettin' dangerous 'round nightfall. Being housebound, even during the day? Just wasn't her kind of game.

[laptopfu]

Oompa Loompas were from a movie, right? Some kid's thing that Sam had probably seen bits of pieces of over six states and that Dean could probably quote in his sleep. Although, there didn't seem to be that many movies that Dean couldn't quote. (His brother had this predisposition towards the horror genre, which Sam just found baffling, all things considered.)

Racoon City wasn't ringing any bells either. Congratulations, Faith, Sam was Zero for Two, as evident by the blank look he was giving her. There was a pause as Sam shoved the pop culture references from his mind. "Prison's aren't exactly the easiest places to break into to begin with." Another pause, "And if it is where everything started, there's no telling what could be going on inside."

It'd be simple if this was some complex ritual, complete with an easily trashed altar but getting close enough to it... that would require an artilerly check. Still, it was one of their better leads.

[faithfullyslain]

"Well I'm bettin' all my green on everything gone hell-bound in a hand basket," she replied, taking another gulp of her coffee--still hot, but 'least not scorching and she could deal, "so no guards t'deal with at least that ain't already dead. Damn things go stumbling 'round brainless like they are, I figure they don't hold much store in being active 'bout anything 'cept who's next on th'menu

[laptopfu]

Sam gave Faith an incredulous look. Clearly, they needed to take a step back and think this through. He wasn't scared but if they were about to do a reverse riot on the prison then there were a lot of factors to consider.

"Even if they are resilient against daylight, if you're talking about a prison you're talking about enclosed spaces. Not to mention if the electricity is down, there's not going to be a lot of daylight getting through those walls."

Daylight, or the effectiveness of light in general, would be a good thing to know all things considered. The prison had to have floodlights and possibly a working generator as well.

"If whatever happened tore through the prison first, who knows how many of them could be sticking around. Not to mention any safeguards that came with the ritual. Something like this takes a lot of planning, you don't just waltz in and chant a few words."

"Even if you could get in," and in Sam's mind that was a singular 'you', "there's no guarantee you'd be able to make your way out again