OPEN MUSEBOX POST (SINGULARITY SETTING)

[just_desserts]

[ HEY KIDS so whatever you were doing before, you're now on Sacrosanct. Maybe you've been here for a week and have settled into one of the empty buildings, scouting for other life or activity over the network. Maybe you've just crashlanded in the Junkyard and are still reeling from Hypatia's explanations and a lovely chemical shower. Maybe you've been here for a while now and know what's up and enjoy giving fresh meat a hard time.

Have at. ]

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[toomuchheart]

I just arrived.

[he does see that ... strange lack of power, but for now he's assuming it's simply a side effect of the station itself.]

Where are we?

[just_desserts]

Cute little dump called Sacrosanct, run by an allegedly crazy AI right out of a James Cameron franchise and home to a rip in spacetime that likes to suck in the unwary, aka you and me. Not entirely sure which galaxy.

[ He makes a show of glancing around. Cas is the smoke to Winchester fire, and that's not a problem. The problem is everything else that drifts along in their collective wake of disaster, like Lucifer, or Leviathans, or whatever new calamity of the week they've managed to dig up and piss off. ]

Not alone, are you? Usually you have to be pried off those kids with a crowbar.

[toomuchheart]

As far as I know, Sam and Dean are not present on the station.

[a beat]

Though there is a strange person here with Dean's face.

[just_desserts]

[ The confirmation ought to be comforting. It’s not. Gabe had just been getting back into the old swing of picking fights with pagan deities and not worrying so desperately about being ferreted out, and now angels are back on the scene. ]

It’s a good likeness, isn’t it? He claims up and down he’s not our boy, though, and the face is a few years too young.

[toomuchheart]

It is still very strange.