sixthiterationlogs | July Arrivals

Everything is dark and fluid. Warm and cold all at once. Buoyant and rippling. Rippling. Rippling. In every direction. Holding her body in its sway. The endless blackness becoming spots. Becoming light, streaming down. Reflecting. Refracting. Light. . . through water?

The thought thrusting her body into confusion, and then panic, when Jo suddenly breathed in water, causing her body to contract and react. Doubling her over. Then, sending her desperately, terror striking with the need to breathe, flailing toward the light, toward the need for air.

Breaking the surface, there's air, but there's, also, spasming pain spider webbing her whole chest, as Jo tried to cough the water from her lungs. Hands torn between trying to claw at her chest, that was covered by a foreign, too big shirt, and to go out, shoot out, while turning both directions, trying to get her bearings, to look for what might be coming at her, trying to even see straight as water poured down from above her.

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After he gets his feet under him and he doesn't see anyone in the immediate line of sight that looks familiar, Kol shoulders his bag again and starts walking around, trying to decide where the bloody hell he's supposed to go from here when suddenly, he finds what he's looking for-- someone familiar.

Short, blonde, no more than 110lbs soaking wet, he's sure of it, and probably not one that's going to be happy to see him. But she's in this as much as he is and he'll just have to deal with her snark or sass as it comes. "Oi, you got a damn clue what we're supposed to be doing, here?"

Jo is done. So done. Doesn't give a fuck if this is just the beginning, and she knows it's the fucking beginning of whatever new fucking rollercoaster or kidnap or whatever the fucking fuck. She's done and she wants her fucking stuff back. Now. She's already peeled off the obnoxious black top she got shoved into, meaning she's down to those pants and a white tank top, all still soaked, while she's standing over there, trying to ring most of the water out of her hair, so it'll stop dripping down her back.

She's going to go about tearing something to knot it up shortly, if she has to.

She looks up, and there's something like relief, as she says, "Kol. Fuck. Finally someone." Except then it goes wary.
It could be something like Badgerland, or the Labyrinth. Or it could be a whole 'nother everything, and she doesn't know.

"You seen anyone else yet?" There are a lot of people here she doesn't recognize, but she didn't know everyone.

The wariness isn't unexpected, really, but he does catch the vague, initial relief. She apparently wasn't recongizing most of the people, either. "No, not anyone I know. S'weird. Not usually like that." The Seal didn't shake up new arrivals into it's little weird field trips, or at least not in his experience. Though maybe it could. Drag them into Lawerence and immediately to the new place...

Doesn't matter. For now, he'll just stick with her.

"Shall we just pick a direction and see what we find, then?" Because really, he doesn't even know where to start, but standing around being confused doesn't sound like the best plan either.

"Yeah. That sounds good." She stops twisting her hair, looking at all those other people.

Wondering for a moment, but they all seem to be milling and standing around in the same spots, going through the same motions, and she doesn't either want to cat herb or see a way to, if they don't know what the hells out there beyond this spot and it's creepy, stupid, person-regurgitating, fountain. She didn't want them under her feet and she didn't want to stand here and count how many bodies came out. Enough of them looked like they might be able to defend themselves if they had to.

They'll have to handle themselves for now and honestly, that's for the best. Especially given that Jo's only reaction right now to people slowing her down or getting in her way was not going to be a pretty one in the slightest. "Yeah, let's go."

He nods once and falls easily in step with her as they set out to explore whatever this place is and figure out the whole point of what they're doing here. He doesn't spare as much as a glance to the rest of the lot around the fountain. He isn't worried about them, they'll handle themselves or find someone who can and stick with them. All he wants right now is to get settled into wherever they're supposed to be so he can figure out this place's thing.

He's still a bit thrown by her Jo tag-teaming with him, situation considered or not. She'd never had a great opinion of he and his family, and the vampire aspect of his existence doesn't tend to sit well with hunters in general. Even the monster-accepting ones in Lawrence.

"Something feels off." He says suddenly, frowning as he tries to place it and put a name to what that 'something' even is.

Jo looked at him, with a sharp half-roll of her eyes, "You mean every--"

But that's as far as she gets before there is a deafening, shrieking something going off. Coming from what seems like all around and them, above and below. She curling toward her middle, hands suddenly over her ears, trying to flatten them and her hair to her head, as that noise feels like it's burrowing straight through her her, down her spine and into every bone in her body.

"Oh, fuck!" His hands clamp immediately over his ears and his knees almost buckle at the pain. Sometimes having heightened senses is not the advantage it seems to be most of the time.

He glances around for a source of the sound, but he can't even tell exactly which direction it's coming from because it sounds like it's coming from everywhere all at once. "C'mon, let's get outta here!" He just hopes she can read lips because he doubts she can hear him at all. For added assurance she'll catch his meaning, he nods his head in the direction they'd been walking.

They've only barely started taking their first steps to get on the road again when the wind suddenly picks up, sharp and strong enough to nearly push them over. Freak weather on top of waking up inside a bloody fountain, great.

The world is ringing into her bones. Her fingers are digging into her hair, into her head. It's in her teeth, vibrating in her jaw, while she's forcing her eyes open. Eyes watering beyond her control and she's looking around her, for wherever the hell that is coming from. She wants to stab it to death and it's just a noise. Her eyes catches Kol's before she can at all get to looking behind them, to anyone else, who is all falling away in that shrieking alarm.

He nods one direction and she's nodding her head, that she understands, or agrees, or just will follow. She's not even sure. All of the above. Her head feels wrong bobbling on her head with the noise, and then suddenly the wind is slamming into them, and nearly sending her skittering a direction in her surprised. Making her have to drop her arms to actually catch her balance, which mean the alarm digs in harder, sharper, more painful. "Seriously, what the fuck?"

Jo's cringing but heading the way he nodded. The way the wind is actively almost shoving them down the path now.

"You'd think they finally figured out people crawled out of their fountain-like an infestation of bugs."

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When the wind forces her ahead of her own steps, instinctively he holds one arm out so she doesn't fall and end up injured. Last thing he needs is a broken human slowing him down on their way, or any of the Winchesters hearing about how he hadn't helped their precious hunter-bartender when he could have.

He sort of regrets taking his hand away from his ears, though. Damn bloody siren's made his head feel like it might explode.

He scoffs and shakes his head a bit at the biting comment, so bitter, but he supposes for what little he knows of her, it's fitting enough. "It can't last forever." Mostly, he means the sounds, and maybe the wind that's cutting through to the bone the more it picks up and slicing through soaking wet clothing. He'll worry later about why he's feeling the cold so much anyway.

Maybe she's really not expecting the arm, okay. She almost smacks Kol right off, the second he touches her, though it's harder to tell when her head is screaming if it's because she wasn't expecting it or because she didn't want help. Or if it was just because she was fucking pissed at the whole world, and the temptation to touch anything was the temptation to find a way to make it a weapon or to wreak havoc for all the tresspasses.

Especially when she's been kidnapped, unarmed, undressed,
almost drowned, almost deafened, and almost knocked over now.

This place could die in a fucking fire heap already.

"Wishful thinking," Jo snaps back, against the screaming siren and wind, but she raising a hand to point two fingers toward the path, and really she's done with now having to balance back into the heavily gusting wind already, too. She'd rather not go toppling down this path toward the huge structure in that direction. That way, nowish. She's even halfway well into something faster than walking. Some side of that, no matter what it was, could be blocking the wind at least.

He jerks his arm back when she swats at him. He definitely doesn't manage to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the behaviour because, well, it is so hunter of her, really. He doesn't bother commenting on it, though, because it's really not much a priority at the moment.

"Yeah, well, I'll keep up the optimism for both of us," he quips back. He's not sure what she's so bent about, this'll all be fine in a couple weeks. They'll be home to their respective families. Or, well. His is a bit more of a mess of late and he'll just file that away in the 'So Very Much Not Thinking About It Now' box, thanks.

At least the woman held her own in the face of the crazy winds, and now there was some sort of building in the distance. Still a rather bit of distance, but in their line of vision which was incredibly important at this moment.

Jo'll think about apologizing later if her brain isn't trying to bleed out of her ears every time that siren goes off and off and off. (Except she really won't.) She doesn't need help, but she won't turn down someone being there. In case, whatever the hell dragged them her and is trying to kill their lungs and ears now, has more than a few of itself. She doesn't love what he is, but she's more accepting than most and if he doesn't give her a reason to turn on him, she's not against using his skills to her advantage right now.

Which doesn't include touching her. Unless she actually does fall down at some point soon in this wind.

Which -- she has to be imagining this, right? It can't actually be getting stronger every time a gust slams into her, can it?

"Yeah, how 'bout you keep it yourself for now and we see about getting over there as fast as possible?" Jo was gesturing toward the shadow of the large structure. Ready to take whatever the hell it decided its next threat at that place, in that place, might be, over actually being in the middle of a wind storm. She doesn't wait for an answer. Her point is made by just taking off toward it, trying not to topple forward in as the wind slams her back over and over.

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The woman looks every bit as angry as he does. She looks like the kind of woman that Clay would find attractive, which means that she's likely volatile. Usually? Bad. Right now? Cougar could use some volatility if it means helping him to get out of here. He catches her eye and slings his bag to the ground, trying to get a hold on his hair as it drips in his face.

"Donde esta?" he asks her bluntly, no time for small talk.

Another completely unfamiliar face, but someone just as wide-eyed, thoroughly soaked, and unpleased looking as everyone else she's spotted, because people keep erupting from that fountain. Since the moment she managed to crawl out, it hasn't stopped pushing up more and more people behind her. Like it's a door someone's shoving people through.

She doesn't approve and she's considering the fountain with narrowed eyes, at the whole door concept, wondering what the hell would happen if she jumped back in and swam down. Now that she knows not to breathe. How deep could it be? What if it was that simple, even if nothing was ever that simple?

The guy asking her the rough, sudden, question, snaps her attention back, and her eyebrows furrow. It takes a second to catch up with the fact he's speaking Spanish. She's not even sure she's heard Spanish spoken, even once, in the better part of a decade. Since the last time she was on Earth, and it was probably pushing a good ways back to even get that last time.

Jo shook her head, praying for his sake he wasn't as screwed as Thorfinn had been. "No Spanish. Any English?"

He nods, though it's not a comfortable language for him. He wishes he had Jensen or Pooch here to help fill in the blanks for him. Even Clay would do in a pinch, but as it stands, it looks like Cougar is going to have to do his own talking. "Where are we?" he demands, voice as rough as ever, but somewhat halting this time as he fights to get the words out.

There's a rambling line of questions in his head, but he can only spit them out rapid-fire if he's speaking Spanish and right now, that's not going to happen if he wants answers.

The irritation is apparent there. She doesn't know if it's because of the moment, and that she's looking for it on everyone, or because, really, her whole life is made of gruff, rough and ready men, who give the smallest of reactions, but it's all she's used to getting and so it makes them louder, makes it impossible not to notice. But, fuck, she gets this one. They're in the middle of nowhere. A language barrier helps no one in the slightest. Bad enough day-to-day, but worse when this is happening.

It doesn't help that she's already pissed off at the universe, because her response is to throw out an arm in the direction everyone came and say, "Next to the fountain. Besides that? Your guess is just as good as everyone else's here." Which all comes out, before she even wonders if she should be saying it slower. Or in smaller bites. Sentences. Whatever. "I only beat you out of that thing by like ten minutes."

He's used to Jensen rambling on a million miles an hour. His comprehension is wonderful, but his default mother tongue is always going to be Spanish and as far as speech goes, unless it's Spanish, it's not coming quickly. He exhales in a short and impatient breath, giving her an expectant look.

"Our things," he says. "Where are they?" Because he knows that he had his rifle, his hat, and the clothes on his back (not to mention that chocolate bar he'd been saving, stashed away in his pocket)

He has every right to ask, but it only makes her scowl at first, because it only makes her remember.

All she had left. All she'd managed to keep. From home. From Milliways. From the Apocalypse. It's gone. Gone, fucking gone, fucking gone. Her Dad, and River, and Jack. It feels less like they took things from her, and more like there are jagged shotgun holes in her chest. But it's not blood and grief filling them in. It's blistering rage, mounting each time she remembers again. Each detail. Each day. Each never.

She can't let herself think about The Roadhouse. She can't go there yet. She just says, "Don't know." Beat. "Gone."

"And whoever the hell decided that was a good decision? Along with the rest of this crap?"

Her teeth nearly meet, nearly snap. "He's going to have a lot to answer for."

It looks like they're both in a bad mood. Cougar feels a little bad, but it's not like it's going to make him any friendlier. This is why he needs Pooch and Jensen. He's the strong, silent type, as they like to say. He's not the one who carries on conversations, so much as watches the team and gets something done from far away. He's not sure what he's doing here, but he's already tired of it.

"Did you try going back down?" he asks, still debating it, but wanting to know if anyone else has made the attempt.

Jo shook her head. A marginal movement as her eyes went back to the fountain. The one still regurgitating people. The surface of the water only seeming to go still long enough for more hands and bodies to come flailing up to break the sudden stillness. Coughing. Slapping the water. Getting helped out by whomever happened to be close by. Jo feeling almost glad people were there, to do that, so she didn't have to.

She looked to her side, with a faint second shake and shrug. "No. But I was just thinking about that. If it was that simple."

Cougar's been keeping an eye on the progress of people because he keeps expecting to see his team. They've been on individual missions before, but when one of them gets kidnapped, the others come. It's why they're Losers in many senses of the word. They don't know when to stop chasing after each other.

"Maybe it won't be simple," he points out. He starts to speak in Spanish out of habit before he catches himself. "Maybe it will be deep. Deep enough to make it difficult." But not impossible, is his implication.

Jo's never been one to look at the size of an opponent and turn away due to anything like inequality. She's been having to make herself the ground she stood on, yanking it out from unexpected people, who were stupid enough to underestimate her since she was a head over the height of her parent's bar.

Given she never got much taller, she only got a lot better at the game. Both giving people reasons to underestimate her so long as it served her purposes for them to have those assumption, and then to go about shattering them, like glass tables, over people's heads. There's some part of all of that in the way she cocks her head looking at the water, considering the flailing people and the man's own thwarting suggestions.

She's had far worse odds in universes. "Could still try for it."

She'd like it better with a knife, but she was just as good with her fists and feet.

Cougar can hold his breath longer than most people out of a need to be still, but he still doesn't trust that fountain. There'd been a strange pressure coming out, but still...he gives her an expectant look, needing a spotter. Slinging his bag off, he nods towards the fountain.

"If I don't come back," he says. "Follow. Or fish me out," he says, fairly deadpan and even considering he's talking about his own demise.

Jo nods, and holds out a hand to take his bag, even as they make their way back to the fountain. The only people who seem keen on the idea of heading back to that spot, or the place where this all started, rather than somewhere further away from it. Walking back gave her a closer look at it, too. Half-forgotten in the strange mostly-forgotten park. The two raised tiers to catch water as it flowed down.

The edge nearly against the ground as it was, and looking down into gave nothing away that she could see.

Distorted shadows. "Yeah. Got it." Beat. Without any shift to her tone, "Try not to die."

Given they had no fucking clue if this place would like this idea,
but really a fountain full of blood next wouldn't do any good in the slightest.

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