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Free but at what cost? (Some language warning)
(After this)
Dean had got some sleep, and now he was lying out in the Impala after having some beer from the Drunken Dragon tavern. It helped a little.
Not really.
He sent a comm to Sam earlier when he was more awake saying where he was, and that it was true.
Apocalypse canceled. No more angel condoms, no more Michael, no more Lucifer. The Winchesters were free from destiny's hold.
...No more Earth.
They failed. He failed.
Dean had got some sleep, and now he was lying out in the Impala after having some beer from the Drunken Dragon tavern. It helped a little.
Not really.
He sent a comm to Sam earlier when he was more awake saying where he was, and that it was true.
Apocalypse canceled. No more angel condoms, no more Michael, no more Lucifer. The Winchesters were free from destiny's hold.
...No more Earth.
They failed. He failed.
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"Any defense so far?" Jubilee frowned, rolling the empty bottle between her palms. "That means... hmm." She continued thinking for a moment. It made her wish for Scott. He was better at this stuff than she was. AND she wanted to put him through a wall.
"Disrupting communications is always a good step forward. If they can't talk, they tend to fall apart." Jubilee pointed out absently.
She looked up at Dean. "No one knows that right? I've been kinda lax about finding stuff out." She shrugged.
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"Do we know how many people have their memories?" She asked. She wondered if she could start working on a file to see if there were any details that seemed to be insignificant, but would help. "I mean," Jubilee sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. "Maybe there's something hidden there. I hate grasping at straws. So much better with the 'blowing things up' end of things."
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"If we can get peeps with the memories to offer up what they saw, maybe there's something there." She shrugged. "Like I said, Scott and Kitty are so much better at this than me."
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Dean remarked, "I'd say just focus on any memories of the Ohm."
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She looked up at Ben. "And I'd say he's right. We don't need to know anything else. We need intel on the Ohm. Start there, and if we need clarification, or whatever, we can go back and ask for it." She rolled her bottle between her hands.
"Though," she thought for a moment. "Technology level of the world might help too." She nodded to Dean. "I'm guessing that his was about the level of mine, but yours," a nod to Ben, "was more advanced. And we're going to have everything in between."
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Ben typed in a short entry to his omnicomm, then sent it (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_channel/160281.html) out to the ship. "And done"
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He then glanced at his comm, and eyed the message with a snort, "Subtle, kid. I like it."
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Of course, she could do without some of the memories before that. But it didn't work like that. She knew that.
She gave a glance at her own and snorted, a small smile twitching her lips. "Cute." Jubilee said, shaking her head.
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She frowned for a moment. Then she looked up at Dean. "How'd you know about Wolvie?" Jubilee asked.