[OPEN] Getting Back Into the Groove [R for cussing most likely]

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Where has Dean been, do you ask?

Well, for one, he's been relaxing. That mission thing? Ridiculous. Dean's pretty sure he's not going to be emotionally traumatized, because hell, obviously he's been through worse, but man, that was one hell of a trip. So he's in the mindset of believing that yes, he deserves some downtime. That's why he's in the Sensoriums, his favorite usual hang out on the giant meatship. The room's turned into Bobby's junkyard again, only this time he's got his Impala. He's working on fixing the problems he'd told Stacy to program into the car, and really, this is probably the most relaxing thing he's done in a while.

Of course, he wouldn't mind having some company. He's thinking about seeing if Stacy can conjure him up a Bobby, just to have someone to banter with, but he hasn't really decided yet. So at the moment, he's under the hood of the Impala, messing with something with a wrench while Led Zeppelin's You Shook Me plays from a boombox nearby. He may or may not be singing along as he works.

Life is good.

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[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Zapped?"

Geoff's not overly worried. He's seen people pull large chunks of wood out of themselves, after all. He just doesn't know what 'zap' means.

It sounds vaguely like 'fong,' and makes him wonder why he associates so much with people who say nonsense words.

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Dean snorts. "Zapped. Like... electric shock. You've seriously never heard that before, or are you pulling my leg again?"

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"I'm barely familiar with the notion of electricity," Chaucer reminds him patiently.

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"Oh. Right," Dean says, like it just barely occurred to him. "Alright. So when you plug something in, and then screw around with the wire, the electricity zaps you. And it hurts. Like a mother."

Dean's trying to explain it without sounding like he's talking to a little kid, which is hard to do without any sort of sarcasm. Aren't you proud of him, Chaucer?

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Chaucer is very proud of him, especially considering he would have immediately fallen to smart-alec remarks and sarcasm himself if presented with a similar situation.

He listens with equal patience, nodding, and then finds his equivalent. "Like very small lightning? Or perhaps when one isn't mindful of their candle and it starts a small fire on their desk?"

Not that that's ever happened, mind.

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Dean grins at him. "Right, exactly like that. Electricity can start small fires, too. Just like that candle."

Of course not.