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[wayward_sam]

Wow, it's been pretty quiet lately. I mean, I've been sober for over two weeks!

I'm actually not much of a booze hound, just so you know (that's more my brother's department). Things had just gotten really rough a couple of weeks back. It doesn't explain the way I dealt with things, and it doesn't forgive the way I might've spoken to some people. So

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[holyandsexy]

Hello. I've been trying to find the other people who live here.

Are you interested in meeting?

[wayward_sam]

Sure. Are you relatively new around here? My name's Sam.

[holyandsexy]

Yes, I've only been here a few weeks.

I'm interested in what anyone else thinks this place is, since I'm fairly certain I died, and I'm not dead now.

[wayward_sam]

I'd welcome you, but I'm not sure this is the kind of place you'd want to be welcomed to.

Death doesn't seem to matter in this place. I've died once while here, and it was like taking a nap.

[viva_la_impala]

You do so brood, emo kid.

I've got to socialize to. I need to find me a girl, you know what I'm sayin?

[wayward_sam]

Just because I don't cut my hair as often as you do, it doesn't mean I'm an "emo kid."

... I'm not touching that last comment with a ten-foot-pole.

[militaristics]

...Where's the alcohol?

[viva_la_impala]

Kitchen, last cabinet on the left. Seriously, you can't miss it. FULL of liquor.

[militaristics]

This place isn't as god-forsaken as I once thought. Are there any German beers?

[viva_la_impala]

It wouldn't surprise me. The kitchen has a way of obtaining some of the most obscure stuff.

Don't believe we've met. I'm Dean. Dean Winchester. And you are?