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Who: Castiel (

damnidjits), and YOU.
What: ~~Harassing~~ Searching the moose-sized grey people for Sam.
When: Day 69
Where: Anywhere! Though the actual group of grey people are gathered near the library in Odin District
Rating: PG?

It was a lie, as expected.

The world suddenly filling with color and the option of departing for home was too good to be true, so it had been pretty much ignored by Team Free Will. It was after the original, grey natives had returned to Asgard that one of them had the bright idea of gathering all the Sam-shaped grey people in one area. This was an attempt to see if they could discern which one was their particular giant.

So one sunny afternoon, within sight of the library, a group consisting of eight grey men could be found huddled off to the side, circled by one scowling angel, and two hunters muttering obscenities under their breathes.

[ooc: You can run into any of them anywhere, so expect tags from at least one of us. Threadjacking is perfectly fine too. c:]

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You've acquired one curious bystander.

Conan's on his way to the library when the group gets his attention. He's not showing any signs of his week-long-sleep besides his uneven fringe, the patches where Sherlock shaved him visible either side of his forehead, and for the moment he's content to watch, size up the situation. It's only when he thinks he's got it that he clears his throat.

"Have you tried questioning them?"

Too much had been happening lately, and with Sam still missing, Bobby had been a little slower than usual keeping tabs on things. He had only recently found out from the hospital staff about Conan's comatose state, so it came as a pleasant shock to find him out and about.

"Well, look who it is. Sleepin' Beauty's finally awake. And missin' a few hairs. What, someone don't like you and took advantage of your situation?"

He glanced back at the group unhappily, the grey natives standing there passively as Cas and Dean poked and prodded them.

"Ain't got much outta them so far."

Sleeping Beauty? Really hope that nickname doesn't take off--but how does he know I was asleep and now know about the experiment -- the hospital staff?

That would be something to investigate later. Instead, Conan ruefully rubbed one shaved patch. "Sherlock-sensei decided I provided an unparallelled opportunity to confirm his theory about the unnaturally long sleeps that sometimes happen to people."

He frowned at Bobby's answer, watching Cas and Dean harass the grey people. "That's worrying. Most of the grey people have history even if they don't have personality. If these guys don't even have that ... " Was there something else going on in the city?

Sam's stayed on the bracelet, so since they didn't talk on a regular basis anyway, she doesn't know he's not in commission. She's just leaving the library with a few more cookbooks when she recognises Castiel and lifts a hand to wave at him - then blinks at the scene in front of her. Why have they herded a bunch of grey people together?

The other two must be the other members of the team, though, and it seems like as good a chance as any to meet them, since they'll be working together. She troops down the stairs and stands a fair distance away, lifting her voice to be heard over the muttering.

"Did they do something wrong?"

Curious is the word. On one hand, a group of people surrounded by three men is, usually, not a good thing; and on the other hand, Claudia recognizes those very men are so-called "travelers" like her. Who, then, should be her concern? Only one way to find out! So she stands her distance, one hand on her hip.

"What are you doing?"

Mary had been spending her days either working, holed up in her room, or holed up at the library, reading anything she could get her hands on. It wasn't the most social or healthy routine in the world, but she did mean it didn't take her long to run into them in Odin. The sight of Dean, Bobby, and Castiel apparently... menacing a group of gray people was enough to get her to double back and approach curiously.

"What's going on here?"

Dean was in the middle of harassing one particularly tall grey man (or at least he assumed it was a man) and trying to picture it in ugly plaid shirts; when he heard Mary's voice, though, he stepped back and turned to look at her, still scowling.

"Looking for Sammy." Why else would they be bothering only the giant grey people?

At the sound of a new voice piping up, Bobby looked over to the source to find that Mary had just joined them. He waved in greeting from the other side of the group of natives, but otherwise didn't react. He then returned to questioning the grey man in front of him, intent on getting decent answers out of him.

"Don't he gotta get permission for that?" Bobby rolled his eyes, clearly amused.

His next reply is a little more tired and a little less jovial.

"Nah. These guys got some history, we just ain't gettin' the info we want."

"In theory -- Sherlock-sensei's more the practical type."

Mental note: Get to a hairdresser at the first opportunity.

"What are you looking for?" Conan's pulling his notebook out.

Bobby was about ready to yell in frustration at the native he was questioning when a voice he didn't recognize suddenly manifested behind him. He nearly jumped, having not expected this, but instead turned around.

"We're just lookin' for a friend of ours."

He hoped she got what he meant, because he was not in the mood to deal with innocent, clueless civilians.

She can be quick when she wants to. She knows which member of this group is missing, and she knows that he is huge, so her next statement is just what he's looking for.

"Oh no, Sam lost his bracelet? Is there anything I can do to help? My name's Mako Nakarai, we've spoken a few times."

Bobby nearly groaned. How many interruptions by well-meaning people have they had today? He stopped what he was doing to address her, not wanting to incite any protests or whatever people came up with. This one looked like she could give them hell if she wanted, if that hand on hip was any indication.

"Lookin' for a friend. He's been missin' for awhile now."

"Sounds like it. You should file a complaint or somethin'." He grinned. Lucky for Conan he resisted the urge to ruffle the boy's uneven hair.

"Still lookin' for Sam." Bobby eyed the natives grimly. "Figured we should investigate with the reappearance of the natives."

The fact that she knew Sam and was quick on the uptake helped endear her to Bobby. He definitely could appreciate the little things at the moment.

"Yep, got it in one. I'm Bobby Singer."

He offered his hand out to shake.

"We're tryin' to figure out if any of them can possibly be Sam, given that he's most likely gone native."

"Bobby, it's good to meet you." Her shake is light and unsure, since she's more used to bowing, but she doesn't reject the hand entirely. "I've heard a little bit about you. Sam, Castiel and I are working together on something."

She gives him a meaningful look, not overstated but lingering just long enough to deliver its message - I'm on your guys's side.

"I don't know how much I can help, though. I'm not sure I know him well enough. If there is anything, though, just tell me and I'll do it."

"Ah ... well, I can't deny that the data he gathered's gonna be useful ..." And hair would grow back, hopefully sooner rather than later.

"I guessed that. I meant -- what questions are you asking? Are you looking for someone with a more incomplete history and life story than the others or for someone whose memory doesn't go back beyond the time Sam disappeared?"

She pauses to consider. The locals don't talk very much, do they? She definitely suspects little goes on in their head, but — Hm, well. They've probably been here longer than her. "There are better ways to question them."

[Being in Asgard meant that Merlin would be exposed to many new and strange things, but this, he thinks, might be one of the strangest he's seen so far. Knowing that particular team as he does, Merlin guesses that there must be something going on.

He wanders over to them, frowning.] What's going on?

[Dean hears Merlin but doesn't bother turning around, thinking he might finally be getting close to some actual information from the grey man he was questioning.]

Looking for Sam.

[Maybe Merlin could help.]

She took another minute to look over the scene more closely, before disbelief took over and propelled her forward.

"Are you interrogating these poor people?" Time for her to step in closer, to put a staying hand on Dean's weapon hand and slow him down.

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