RP Time? You betcha!

[shipwreck_light]

"Lucien? What did I tell you about running off on your own?"

Somewhat unsurprisingly, his son didn't answer him with more than a grin. And a splash, once Claude had drawn closer.

Leave it to any child of his to throw off his nice new boots just to stick his feet in the first likely looking stream that came along.

It wasn't even as if they'd gone that far out of town, but away from the roads, from the other sorcer-sorts and Aethies, even the breeze felt calmer, though it had hardly caught to much all the while they'd been walking. Claude being glad they had any at all, as hot as it had been the past few days.

The storm the night before had left lacy scatters of twigs and leaves and knocked down spider webs. Clean and still damp, the leaves overhead and tangled in the grass, they looked pieces of stained glass. And the trees, when they nodded, they sounded clear as harp strings with nothing else to cut the sound.

Out of farmland use and the whiles of any humans at all, the stream had been left so clear, so delicious looking. Just begging for some little blond imp of a boy to come along and kick his heels in it.

Well, one already had. Claude didn't bother with another sigh. He pulled his shoes off and laid them in the stones at his side, stretching lazy as he reached his own toes towards the glittering surface.

And promptly jerked back with a yelp. "Child of mine? That's /cold/."

"I know," said Lucien. "I think it feels nice."

"Maybe if you're part bear. I've always halfway figured, you know."

They had some teasing hums between them and Claude crossed his legs, feet now on the warm pebbles along the bank where they damnwell belonged.

"I think I got that from your side of the family," his son suggested after a while. "Anyway, why do you think it's like that? I don't hear anybody around."

"That wasn't tagging along?"

"Well..." The boy knitted his fingers in his hair, tugging himself a wingtip curl along his temple. "I think I'd only notice Nene if she was /gone/."

"And as for our new friends?"

"They couldn't have gone far. They know we have candy." To which, he nodded. Ever so sure of himself.

Ah, children. Children had gotten him this far with their self-assured beings. And children had found him what was really a rather strange clearing on closer inspection. The stream wore deeper through some places in the grass than others, showing shifts of rock, glints of moss and tree roots sneaking by. It divided the clearing just about cleanly in half.

Besides, on the edge of the forest easing back into being, a great, old ash stood.

Covered in tiny flowers. Pink and violet and hints of white. All of them, growing in streaks as if the bark had long ago turned to soil, though the tree seemed healthy and strong otherwise.

Besides.

"Papa," said Lucian, voice hushed. "There aren't any birds here, are there?"

"No," Claude answered after a moment. "It's just you and I and /a bunch of stinkers who ran off from us/."

"Oh, so that doesn't include me?"

"Child of mine."

They had a few more hums, there in the quiet of the clearing.

There, before something very strange and very faint began to creep along Claude's Aether lines.

It felt like being tickled almost. Anyway, it made him smile. Lucien too.

And next, there his son darted off again, racing over the grass and into the middle of the clearing, where he stood staring into the sky and whistling. Expecting a giant Gust to come sailing down in the form of a giant bird? It might just be that.



Welcome!

Note that anything your characters do in the clearing may result in posts back of things happening around them, even if these aren't exactly invited. Something's lurking around here, and it wants a snack!

Feel free to bring your own fairies, ghosts, mages and seriously confused regular people.

Comments

Host: Claude

[shipwreck_light]

Comment to talk to Claude.

Re: Host: Claude

[johnny_corlioni]

"That your kid?" Johnny asked, gesturing to the boy in the clearing. He lowered himself to the bank of the stream.

Ripley ventured over to the guy to sniff him cautiously... and then started licking his hand.

"Ripley," Johnny said sharply, reaching over to pull her back by her collar. "'m sorry. She's harmless. Jus' friendly when she feels like it." Not that most people found a tiny, fragile-looking, soft-coated dog intimidating, but there was always one.

Other Host: Lucien

[shipwreck_light]

Comment to talk to Lucien.

Re: Other Host: Lucien

[martina_corlioni]

"Buongiornio," Martina said to the boy, then caught herself. "Excuse me, I meant to say hello. Are you here alone?" Normally, she would assume a parent was nearby, but with how she herself had just popped up, it seemed less likely.

The Ash Tree

[shipwreck_light]

Comment to do fun things to the ash tree. Hey, is it just Lucien, or did it just giggle?

Re: The Ash Tree

[bookblather]

((this is Urban Fantasy AU Summer, so she has true sight-- basically she can see the reality of things, and illusion won't even register. For whatever that's worth.))

There were people here.

Summer ducked her head and moved away from them. She didn't like people she didn't know-- none of them were nice to her and some of them hurt her eyes and anyway she much preferred being with Lars. He wasn't anything other than he pretended to be. Not that Lars was here. She was all by herself. She'd been in the park waiting for Ivy and Gina to come back from their walk, and now...

Oh, no. She stopped, put a hand to her mouth. They'd come back and she wouldn't be there. They'd think she'd run away.

She backed up quickly, and collided with something.

Re: The Ash Tree

[one_eyed_nemo]

Being down on the ground so long, in an area Nemo didn't know, with so many strange people, was beginning to make him antsy. The nearby tree, with its huge trunk and thick, sturdy-looking branches, might be a good place to relax. He strolled over and stretched upward to claw at the trunk--

--and nearly fell backward when the trunk made a sound.

Joanna

[bookblather]

Well. This was... not where she was expecting to be.

Hesitantly, Joanna stepped out across the grass. She was meant to be in her apartment. Thank goodness she'd been out and had her hijab, at least-- if she'd arrived here all uncovered she didn't know what she would do. Besides panic.

At least she was not panicking. There was that.

Shade Pip

[shipwreck_light]

Although, as Joanna took in the glen, there in hopes of someone or something she recognized, the hijab began to behave somewhat strangely. She had to say- she was all too familiar with the sensation of people poking or pulling or otherwise disrespecting their grabby way over her clothes. And at first, she could only presume that had started. Again.

Except for the part where there was no one behind her. Turning to catch that person who wasn't there, that only made the presence sink further in, rather than jerking away as most fingers did. Besideswhich, there were no fingers in the way her skin read the weight. It felt a little like a novelty massage ball, really. Besides cool and damp tingling there.

Then, it peeped. Something dark flicked along her peripheral vision before ducking back into the folds.

And... snuggling against her neck?

Kostya

[serpentine]

He had decided to go for a walk instead of riding and found himself walking next to the stream that would eventually become the river that flowed through the country that he ruled. However, as he continued down the stream, Kostya frowned as he noticed that the landscape had changed somehow.

His feet eventually led him to a clearing and he noticed a man standing by the river watching over a young child playing in the stream. He was tempted to ask one of them where he was, but he was very hesitant to trust any strangers as he was now sure that he was no longer in Vaelan as he could no longer feel the presence of it's resident land-spirit.

Re: Kostya

[shipwreck_light]

Not to say that the meadow was empty- besides the man and the boy, there were others, by and by, appearing as simply as if they'd winked into being. Some of them laughed and others drew off to the protective shade of the forest edge. Some just sort of stood there, looking confused.

It was good people watching if absolutely nothing else.

Besides.

There was definitely something /else/ in the clearing and it read a negative pressure on Vaelen's nerves. Left him attentive. But of what? It was great and formless, seeming to swirl out of time with the air.

Perhaps a little bit likened to being watched by an owl.

Except for the part where it was daylight.

Nervermind the sense of laughter underneath.

Mermaid AU!Setsuko

[isana]

Oh. Oh.

Setsuko had been swimming out of the lagoon, near a beach where many land-human trinkets washed up. There was a cave where she kept the ones she liked; after all, if she swam back with them to the palace, Yuyan or one of the other servants might get suspicious and tell Mother.

When I am queen, she had promised herself, we will be able to go to and from the surface as we please.

But this was no beach, and the water here was shallow and cold, so cold. Instead of sand fluffy green seaweed (landweed?) grew all around, and further off she saw what looked like brown coral with odd green growth. One large one even had pink and violet flowers all over its trunk.

And oh, there were land-humans everywhere, but unlike the few friends she had made, she had no idea if they were friendly or not.

Setsuko concealed her tail in the stream, and waited.

(OOC: Mermaid Setsuko is pretty much like original Setsuko, but with a lilac blue tail, sharp teeth, and fins at her elbows. She's wearing a short strapless flowing tunic that ends at her hips. She can probably come up on land, although she'll need to drink or otherwise stay hydrated.)

Re: Mermaid AU!Setsuko

[shipwreck_light]

He almost could have said it was like magic when the clearing began to fill with people.

Then again, Lucien actually knew some magic. Not that he'd done much, having no Aethies of his own. But, the arrival on his senses already attuned to the way spirit based half-wonders worked, it was hardly a surprise. He could almost smell them. As in before they showed up. Some of them had scents, and some read like sorcer-sorts themselves to that un-feeling that seemed to start under his nails and wind into her nerves from there. Others blinked in and out or passed through him or stared his way as if he was the strange one out of everyone there.

Well, probably none of them were strange to themselves. How would that work anyway?

As he was moseying back up along the stream for his third or fourth inspection of the ever-growing assembly, he finally happened on someone else appreciating the water in all its toe-numbing glory.

That someone else being a really, really pretty girl. Like, so pretty? She made Lucien smile just to get to see her.

Maybe she also happened to look just about in that age range of "You're a little too young for me" and giggling. Lucien still sat pretty close to her (an arm's length between and to the side, like gentlepersons were supposed to do) and did his best to make himself look interesting. And wet. If they were both wet, that was totally a conversation starter, right?

Although, maybe he shouldn't have just dumped water over his head to that end, since it might have felt nice, but it also went right in his eyes and somehow or other this made him sneeze.

Maggie

[clare_dragonfly]

It was supposed to be her day off.

Well, when had she ever taken a real break, anyway?

She'd truly meant to go to the park and relax; it reminded her of when she was a kid running around and discovering what she could do--not that what she could do at twelve was the same as what she could do now.

So at first she'd thought the smell was her imagination, nostalgia taking over. Then she remembered she'd only been able to smell magic since she was eighteen. That wasn't nostalgia. There was something strange here.

She heaved a large sigh, patted her pocket to make sure she had her athame and boline--she didn't have her whole kit, but she wasn't about to go anywhere without some tools, even if she was supposed to be relaxing--and started to follow the smell, pace measured and all senses on alert for anything strange. Anything else strange.

Re: Maggie

[shipwreck_light]

(OOC: is an athame indicative of fire or air in Maggie's universe?)

Conall and Yuyan

[isana]

"Oh," Yan said blandly. "This again." As if being whisked off into other worlds was an everyday occurrence for her and not at all unsettling. (Then again, to Conall, Yan found very few things to be unsettling.)

He tightened his fingers around her hand. "Do you know where we are?" he asked.

"No," Yan replied, still unconcerned. "But don't worry, this time we're together, and I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Well, there was that, at least.

Re: Conall and Yuyan

[bookblather]

((Again, this is Urban Fantasy Summer, so she has true sight-- she will see people as they are, and illusion won't affect her. IDK if this affects anything.))

Summer wanted to go home.

It wasn't that this place was any more strange than she was used to, but what she was used to was having Mama and Papa and Ivy and Aaron and Lars with her, and Gina sometimes too now, and all of her other friends. This was strange encountered all on her own, with people she didn't know and a place that made her stomach hurt and smoke-beings and a mermaid and she wanted to go home, now.

Blindly, she turned away from the large gathering, bumped physically into a large man, sat down in surprise, and burst into tears.

Simon

[shadowsong26]

In all honesty, stepping into a clearing in the woods when he was expecting a cheap motel's parking lot was far from the strangest experience he'd ever had. Or even a unique one, exactly--though usually when he ended up suddenly in a place he wasn't supposed to, he didn't remember where he was supposed to be. He retained full possession of all of his memories this time, strangely enough. Not that that really made this any better.

It was a nice enough clearing, at least. Nicer than most, even--the stream was clean and clear, with a small child playing in it. And yet...

Perhaps because it was such a strange thing to happen--even for him--he couldn't help but feel there was something not entirely natural about this clearing.

Shade Jack

[bookblather]

Oh now. This was interesting.

Jack paused barely a moment before he curled himself into human-shape again, legs and arms and...oh yes, fingers, those were important. And clothes. He was sure his human shape was extremely attractive but probably he would shock someone.

A step, two. Something was wrong-- oh, yes, his feet were meant to be touching the ground. Well, never mind that. He could float if he wanted to. He looked around the clearing, interested, then headed for the only man not currently talking to someone. "Is this a trap?"

Taz and Dallu

[shadowsong26]

The first thing Taz noticed was that, after kicking her door open behind her, her foot didn't land on wood.

She pulled back from Dallu to take a look around--a clearing, a lot of confused-looking people hanging around, a little stream. Not her cabin.

"Well. This is a mite disappointin'," she said, reluctantly pulling her shirt back over her shoulders.

"That's a word for it," Dallu said, with a faint sigh.

"Don't suppose you've any idea what happened?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Other than disappointment."

She matched his wry smile with one of his own. "Well, one way to find out. Shall we explore?"

He grinned and took her hand.

Re: Taz and Dallu

[bookblather]

So... this wasn't home.

Andy eyed the area and its occupants for a bit before deciding not to give a fuck. Either he'd gotten a contact high from Jeff or he had fallen asleep on the subway, and either way bizarre groves appearing in the middle of New York City weren't really his problem. If he was dreaming, though, that meant he was lucid dreaming, which was kind of cool-- he'd always wanted to try that, ever since Leah claimed she could do it and annoyed him with her (entirely fictional) superiority.

He swung his backpack over his shoulder and looked around, interested, before deciding to approach the sole black woman in the place. Safer, generally, even if she was with a white dude.

"Hi," he said, coming within earshot. "So... come here often?"

((Andy is like fourteen.))

Isshiri

[shadowsong26]

Isshiri was more excited than anything else when playing-hide-and-seek with Kira and climbing into a trunk at the foot of Riluke's bed somehow dropped him into a shiny new place, with a whole river in it. Fast as he could--he wasn't quite steady yet, on the pretend leg--he made his way over to it and the ground was squishy and it was the amazingest thing ever.

Oh, there were other people. That could be fun, too.

Re: Isshiri

[bill_meyers]

"Terrific," Bill said aloud. "Perfect." Supposed to get all the kids, bring them home, and then take the girls out for a movie and ice cream or coffee, and instead, he ended up who the hell knew where. Not his SUV, he knew that much.

He saw a kid picking his way over the ground and figured the kid might know something, so he picked his way over. Didn't get too close, though. "Do you happen to know where this is?"

Please say yes.

OOC: This is Bill in May of 2009, so a year after he lost his leg. He has a prosthesis, and since he's wearing shorts, Isshiri can see it.

Albert and Susie

[blossomdreams]

"I didn't think we would ever get that one." Albert walked down the hall to the exit as Susie floated by his side.

She nodded. "That ghost was a tricky one. Good thing I could talk him down before he did anything reckless."

"Me too, but now we can leave and finally start our weekend."

"Or your date with Chris."

"Ha, ha"

Susie grinned as Albert shook his head and opened the door to a clearing not to the busy streets of Amulet. He sighed. He walked into the same thing as before, another world he had no idea what was going on.

"Not again." Susie sighed.

At least he wasn't alone this time.

(OOC: A little note Albert is a Necromancer that has the power to move dead bodies, control them, and release them once he's done. He can talk to ghosts and has access to the afterlife. Susie is a ghost and works together with him something that is common in Amulet.)

Re: Albert and Susie

[bookblather]

Ah, someone a little more like him, if not precisely a Shade. Jack drifted closer, curiously, before remembering that even if he was a half inch or so off the ground he probably didn't look it and should at least pretend to pick his feet up and walk.

"Hello," he said, pretending to walk all the way up to them. Charlotte would have been so proud. "As best as we can figure this isn't a trap."



((Just for reference: Jack is not a ghost, he's a Shade, which is a different lifeform altogether. Albert is welcome to try to control him, but it wouldn't work.))

Rachel Weston

[bookblather]

"No, Dad, I'm doing fine," Rachel said, tucking her cell phone under her ear and shifting her groceries to dig out the keys to her apartment building. "Seriously. ...no I'm not pining! I make bad relationship choices, I know that, but please realize that I dumped him?... yeah, call Tyler and try that shit on him." She laughed at her dad's response to that, which was short and unprintable. "Thought so. Hey, did you get my email about Thanksgiving?" She shoved the door open and went inside.

Her dad's voice cut off mid-transmission. Rachel would have been annoyed if she hadn't just turned up in a grove.

"Holy shit," she said, and dropped her groceries.

Re: Rachel Weston

[blossomdreams]

This wasn't Miko's apartment.

Tsukino looked around as she adjusted the bag on her shoulder. She was her way to visit Miko and Mina to deliver some books and catch up when she stepped into this field, not the hallway to her apartment.

At least she wasn't scare like last time. It wasn't the first time this happened.

Tsukino sighed, she adjusted her bag again and walked over to a woman with a bag of groceries by her feet.

"Hello? Um, do you need some help with your groceries?"

Tsukino didn't know anything else she could say.

[sarcasticsra]

The guy sitting next to her at the bar was broadcasting his thoughts so loudly, Maria actually felt the need to shield herself. He was unSkilled, which didn't quite explain it; most people had basic mental shields no matter their magical capability. Surface thoughts were one thing; this was simply obnoxious.

It was just a shame he wasn't her type. Annoying, yes, but neither cheating nor a criminal. She'd have to find someone else to kill; maybe the bar across the street would have better prospects.

Standing, she smiled politely at the bartender and left a generous tip for her drinks--non-alcoholic, of course, since she was working--and headed for the door.

As soon as she left, she stopped suddenly. This was not the street.

At least it wasn't a college this time, she supposed.

(OOC: Magic AU!Maria, because yay serial killers who are also powerful telepaths. If your character has any shielding ability, let me know, otherwise she's going to be totally impolite and read minds as she sees fit.)

[shipwreck_light]

That said, her situation was only momentarily improved. There were people everywhere, some of them sneezing up whole gales of thoughts, mostly of confusion and wonder, but there was more than one dinner order out there and the usual undercut of lust.

It made the natives fairly easy to pick out. From the edge of the stream for instance bubbles a fairly mild string of sentiments about how interesting that couple and if that person was worth approaching over the fire she had kindled from nowhere.

The man these happened to be coming from stretched at length, and in doing so happened to glance over Maria's way.

In seeing her there, he smiled and beckoned.

(OOC: this character has zero shielding capabilities, but is somewhat used to having his mind read; to most telepaths, his mental space comes off as a sunlit glen or forest much like where he happens to be sitting. You may feel free to OOC me about anything in Claude's head which Maria is curious about. He has at least two dirty secrets.)

[one_eyed_nemo]

Nemo leapt down from his perch on the upper deck of Jenna. He meant to land neatly on the catwalk.

Instead, he landed neatly in soft soil.

He sniffed it, found it didn't smell like soil from any planet he'd been on, nor remotely like Jenna, and growled to himself. He could smell water nearby, though, and water was the whole reason he'd jumped down, so he stuck close to the trees as he padded toward the smell.

Nemo is about two and a half feet high at the shoulder and four feet from nose to the base of his tail. His tail is long, at least as long as his body. He's an orange mackerel tabby, and he only has one eye.

[shipwreck_light]

(OOC: would you be terribly offended if I reposted canon!Seb's reply from last time? Want to play with Claude instead? Or any number of cuddly elementals?)

[martina_corlioni]

"May I take a break, baby?" Martina asked Teresa. She was growing stiff from the pose that she'd maintained for more than an hour since her last break.

Teresa nodded. "The light's not good now anyway. We can do more tomorrow."

"All right. Tell me when." Martina stood from the couch and twisted to stretch her lower back and hips. "Would you like some wine?"

Teresa grinned. "Yes please! Red."

"While you clean up, I'll get that for you."

Teresa nodded, already busy with her paints, and Martina walked toward the kitchen. She managed to resist looking at the portrait on her way.

The entry to the kitchen did not lead to the kitchen. It led to a forest clearing. Martina stopped dead and opened her mind. She couldn't pick up directly on any malice, despite the number of other people around, but there was something off that she couldn't quite identify.

This is Martina from the Magic AU.

[sarcasticsra]

Gabriel sighed as he stepped out into what should have been the lobby outside his office, but what in fact turned out to be some sort of clearing.

Why did this keep happening to him?

There was a woman nearby. He managed a wan smile. "Hello," he said politely.

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny had only gone to the great room to take a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. That was all. He had not gone far from the kitchen, where he was cooking dinner and where some of the wine was supposed to be added to the newly-browned chunks of stew beef. That was it.

It sure as fuck wasn't a whole fucking forest apart from his kitchen, but apparently one had appeared while he'd been crouched down checking labels.

By his foot, Ripley yipped at him. When he looked down, it was to see her stepping so fucking daintily that he had to try not to laugh. Fucking spoiled dog.

"C'mon, girl," he said to her as he started walking. He wouldn't figure out where he was by just standing in one spot.

[sarcasticsra]

Her brother looked far younger than he should. Somehow, after the talking cat, this didn't much compare. Still, it was intriguing.

"Hello, Johnny," Maria said, smiling. It was closer to her real one, but still not quite; only Little David and her victims ever saw her real one. "You're looking well, considering I think you should be roughly fifteen years older than you are right now."

Jack, Spirit of Darkness

[bookblather]

Jack, at a loose end, gave up his hold on the ground and let himself bob gently up and down. Forget walking, this was much more comfortable. Though he would not let go his hold on the human form and puff back into his proper shape. It seemed as if everyone here was human, and it would be rude to distract from that pleasing symmtry.

Also, he liked being human, dark and sleekly handsome. Even if it was so much more limited-- no tail to curl around a sister's wrist or a lover's thigh. Hands, in comparison, were dull.

Re: Jack, Spirit of Darkness

[sarcasticsra]

The being in front of him was floating.

Gabriel knew, whatever he was, he wasn't human. The sense was overwhelming, and he narrowed his eyes. Even Lucy didn't radiate these waves of...darkness. Temptation. Not like this.

He drew himself up, making his angelic presence known. "What are you?" he asked, voice even.

[janet_mohren]

Janet used a thin book to fan herself. Of all the times for the air conditioning to go out, it had to choose now? It couldn't wait until they wouldn't need it? "I think I'm melting," she muttered to Alyce.

"Oh, honey." Alyce stood. "Do you want ice? Something cold to eat?"

"Let's go out for dinner," Janet suggested.

"At least it's not the power. Walking the stairs in this heat would suck."

"This heat already sucks," Janet corrected her.

"I think more for you than for me. It should start cooling down in a month or so, though."

Janet smiled wryly. "I think I'll be a human furnace by then. This kid better be worth it."

"Are you going to guilt-trip the poor thing every summer?" Alyce found her keys and stepped into her sandals, then returned to the couch to offer Janet her hand.

"Not every summer." Janet used her as leverage to get to her feet after sliding on her own sandals. "Starting in about thirteen years, though..."

Alyce laughed. "That's fair. Where do you want to eat?" She opened the door and followed her wife out.

Janet stopped dead two steps out the door. "Are you seeing this?"

Alyce stared around them. "If you're seeing a forest and a stream, then yes, I am."

"Well, at least I'm not crazy."

[sarcasticsra]

"You're actually going to try to bribe me with dinner?" Mark gave Richard an unimpressed look as Richard pulled up to the valet station. "Dinner? That's the best you can come up with?"

"I was thinking that plus what comes after dinner might help make it up to you."

"Oh? Did you also manage tickets to the opera?"

Richard laughed, nodding at the valet as they got out of his car. He tipped him generously and they headed off toward the restaurant's doors--Mark's favorite, of course. Leaning in close, a hand at the small of his back, he murmured in his ear, "You know exactly what I mean."

He smirked as Mark shivered, completely undercutting the faux-glare he shot him. "You've got quite the debt to work off, if you'll recall. Mrs. Gregson is the most insufferable woman you've ever forced me to interact with for an extended period of time."

A door man smiled at them and opened the doors as soon as they reached them, gesturing them inside. "It was not my idea that she stay that long, you know--"

Richard stopped as he acknowledged his surroundings. This was not the restaurant. This was a forest.

"...again?" Mark asked, after a moment.

"Evidently," agreed Richard. "Not a school this time, apparently."

Orion

[blossomdreams]

"I'm not going into a cycle. My powers are growing stronger because spring is near. The first day of spring is a Fae holiday, but that doesn't mean I get a free pass from work or other responsibilities. I know you and Bernard want me to take the day off. I can do that I just need to make sure everything is finished before I do." Orion pressed the cell phone against his cheek as he tidied up his room. He often forgot that outside of Eco no one knew about Fae holidays.

"I packed Chris's bag, he has everything he needs for the night at his grandparents." He put the books down on the nearest coffee table in his room. He picked up his bag of laundry and walked out the door into a field. He couldn't hear Alene's voice at the other end of the line. He closed his phone and put it in his pocket before he turned around to see the area he landed in.

Orion placed his laundry bag down by his feet and took off his shoes. It felt good to have grass underneath his feet.

He plopped down on the grass and looked around. "Well this is new."

(OOC: Orion is a Faerie who's powers are connected with Spring. He works with the Winchesters, but I haven't introduced him yet.)