So a browncoat knocks on a door...

[someoneto_carry]

Who: Zoe & You!
What: Zoe's loss kicks in and she's knocking on doors
When: Today!
Where: Anyone's room!
Rating: WHO KNOWS

[Since Zoe's been back from her time out, things have been different. She found her wedding necklace back with her and while that gave her relief? It filled her with worry about what her new loss could be. She was not stupid enough to think she got off lucky. ]

[And today is the day she's discovering it, after not really seeing anyone all day...she feels suddenly compelled to knock on any door in the hall that happens to be nearby, standing out and waiting until the person, if home, answers]

[OOC: Open! Feel free to have Zoe knock on as many doors as possible, it's a cruel loss after all ]

Comments

because meeting random new people is awesome... RIGHT?

[sixguns]

This door is locked. There is a good reason for a locked door, but also a fine reason for the person on the other side to give a yell out that she'd best not move, it'll be a moment.

After several moments (and she has every right to wander off in frustration, boredom, whatever), the door opens.

The man is tall and thin, skin pale as parchment paper, wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a hole in one knee. Wild, grey and white hair and beard frame a face that's older than it looks. You can tell by the look in his eyes.

He's leaning against the doorframe, as if it took him an effort to get there.

"Hello. Who are you?" Not rude, but wary.

yes it is!!

[someoneto_carry]

She wishes she could walk off, since she's not one to just start up conversations with strangers. But the castle refuses to let her leave, and instead she stands there awkwardly until he answers, looking up with a smile that's trying to hide how awkward this is for her.

"Hi. I'm Zoe," Yep. Very awkward. "I'm not sure what I'm doing here."

[sixguns]

"Of course you are." A pause. He's studying her most curiously. "Well. Ye've not the why, but hopefully ye've got an idea of what y'want next?"

He's not going to stand at the door all day, and he's not sure whether he'd in the mood to have guests.

[someoneto_carry]

"Um....nope. Can't say I do."

She knows this is awkward, she knows it. But she is stuck in one spot and compelled to keep talking. This is embarrassing.

"Must be a castle thing."

[sixguns]

He shrugs, takes a step back and opens the door wider. Before he does so, he slips the handgun into one of the holsters in the black leather vest hanging by the door.

"Would it please ye t'come in?" He's still wary, but he doesn't feel she's a threat for the moment. "Maybe you'll remember why yer here."

Not waiting for an answer, he steps farther into the room. If she decides to follow him, she'll find herself in what looks to be a humble cottage. The walls are made of stone, the kitchen table and chairs look hand-carved from wood, and three others by the warm fireplace have been upholstered with fine leather. A bed is pushed into one corner with a quilt neatly spread across it. Other features from Paradisa are still still there, simply 'refaced' to match the memories of the man who dwelt in it.

He takes a step back, swaying on his feet. Will she enter the belly of the beast the room, or move along?


{{sorry for slowness, I'm having a weekend visit with a friend))

[someoneto_carry]

She doesn't want to intrude on someone's home, she respects privacy being a private person herself. But the castle has something to say on the matter and she'll step in, sighing as she does so.

"Maybe. I'm startin' to think it's some castle thing that's makin' me do this."

She'll look around the room...well, at least it's much nicer than the other rooms she got to see today.

[OOC: No problem! I've been held up with school this week]

[sixguns]

It takes him a few moments, but he walks stiffly over to the table. A kettle, a cup, and his journal rest there.

With a wince, he sits down.

"Tea? I dinnae have any milk, unfortunately."

Very unfortunate, in his opinion. Tea requires milk, but he makes do.

[someoneto_carry]

She meanwhile stands where she is, feeling a bit awkward.

"Yes please. Without milk's fine."

Though that makes her curious. "Not fond of wishes?"

[sixguns]

Noah fills a second teacup, sets it on the table, and sits down. His hand nearly obscures the cup as he holds it, not drinking.

"Nothin' comes without a price. I dinnae like that I did this much," he says, indicating the changed room and the few things he'd asked for; the humble stoneware cups and the much less (but just as comfortable) fancy bed. "Seems everyone around here takes it for granted."

[gottaknockhard]

[Nobody ever gets off lucky. At least, that's been Spike's experience.

He happens to be in his room today, since avoiding the castle hasn't always worked out for him. It probably passes for a productive evening that he's spending his time sitting on his couch, starring blankly at the space where a refrigerator once stood, lost in some cyclic thoughts about things nobody needs to hear. He's halfway through his fifth cigarette when there's a knock on the door. -- Maybe because of what was on his mind, he checks that he has his gun on him before rising to answer it.

Of all the people he expects to be standing there, Zoe isn't one of them. Friends don't really come to his door unless there's something going on. Even then, it feels strange to see her there. Was he her last choice?]

What's up?

[someoneto_carry]

[She meanwhile wrings her own hands. At least Spike is someone she knows, so it's not as embarrassing as it could be - still rather is]

Spike.

You know...I don't reckon I know.

[gottaknockhard]

[... Must be something. Whatever it is, it probably shouldn't be dealt with in the hallway.]

You want to come in?

[someoneto_carry]

[She wants to say no and be on her way. But when she opens her mouth to do just that...]

Sure.

[....okay guess not]

[gottaknockhard]

[He steps out of the way, even if he seems completely distracted trying to guess what this is about.

Inside, his room isn't anything to look at. Like a cheap motel with less decoration. And everything reeks of cigarettes, so it's about what you'd expect.]

Make yourself comfortable. [He'll just be putting that gun away in a drawer in the meantime. Wouldn't want her getting the wrong idea.]

[someoneto_carry]

Thanks.

[Glancing around...man she's so glad Kaylee made her room all nice before she left]

Nice place.

[gottaknockhard]

[Really shows how often he has guests over.]

Keeps the thieves from being interested, anyway. [He doesn't sit down, but he doesn't press her either. She's probably stalling for a reason.] ... I guess they finally checked you out.

[someoneto_carry]

Ah, right. Think I read that tactic in an interior design magazine.

Couple weeks ago, yeah.

i'm assuming they've gotten each other's names at some point b/c they've threaded before

[imnot_likeyou]

[knocking on this particular door is greeted by barking dogs. Two of them, to be precise, and when the door finally opens, Sam is there, holding Cooper by the collar.]

Hey, Zoe.

sure!

[someoneto_carry]

[Oh dogs hey. She smiles a bit awkwardly]

Sam, hi.

...I don't know what I'm doing here.

[imnot_likeyou]

[there's a bit of a chuckle, as he pulls back the door some more]

Want to come in? I've got beer.

[because that's the natural response to anything castle induced, which is the one logical conclusion he can grab from "I don't know what I'm doing here."]

[someoneto_carry]

[she looks a bit relieved that he doesn't seem so weirded out]

A beer would be great, thanks.

[She steps in, trying to be mindful of the dogs and Sam's space!]

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam's room is actually a pretty decent space. It's the size of a large motel room, and looks it too, down to the bad wallpaper and ugly bedspread. There's a small round table in the corner that has Sam's laptop and some books, a beat up TV, and a space back by the heater for Alice and Cooper.

There's also two beds, from when Dean and him were sharing a room. The one further from the door is the one that looks lived in, more or less -- the one close to the door hasn't been touched in a long time. He hasn't asked the ghosts to remove it, and has no intention to. It's probably the one indication that Sam gives that he misses home, but beyond Jo, the people who would be able to recognize that aren't here.

He closes the door behind her, before going over to the mini-fridge and pulling out two beers, handing one over to her.]

So ... have you been knocking on doors all day?

[That happened to someone he knew once.]

[someoneto_carry]

[She looks around the room as she walks in. It's nicer than Spike's, but at the same time...what were with the men in this castle and having the motel room look? She wonders what the second bed is about, but she's not about to pry. She takes the beer with a thank you, opening it]

How could you tell?

[You do seem pretty familiar with this routine]

[imnot_likeyou]

[With Sam it's more of a comfort thing. He spent most of his life in motel rooms, so it's something familiar from home. He lived in the standard castle room, and he could probably go back to that now that Dean is gone and he's on his own again, but ... he doesn't.

At that, he shrugs]

Lucky guess? It happened to someone I knew once. She spent the day knocking on every door in the castle.

[someoneto_carry]

That so?

[She looks a bit relieved at that. Solidarity in someone else doing the stupid?]

Sounds about right. Couldn't even tell you what it's about. Just felt...compelled to knock on the nearest door, crazy as it sounds.