Not Until We Are Lost

The bike ride helped take the edge of things, but eventually it was back to reality. And reality was that they were all stuck on some 1940s fetishizing planet. Worse than that, they didn't seem to have been given places to stay this time around. Mary just hoped that that meant that there wouldn't be as many creatures to worry about after dark. Unfortunately, her cynicism was already at war with her hope there.

The sun had already set by the time they got back to the diner. She checked in with Jo and avoided Dean, hoping that her mother would pass on the message to her dad. Jo wasn't thrilled with the idea of splitting up for the night, but Mary made the point that it would be a lot easier for people to find shelter in pairs. Besides, she was pretty sure that her parents might end up just camping out in the Impala and she didn't much like the idea of trying to sleep in the front seat.

She really didn't like the idea of doing that and leaving Johnny to fend for himself. Even if he could probably handle most if not all that this world might throw at him, she didn't like it all the same.

So once the unpleasant parental conversation was taken care of, Mary left the diner yet again and looked up at the cowboy who was looking a little less cowboy-like and a little more... dapper, maybe?

"So, where to now?"

There was a little bit of a purse to her lips, just the faintest hint of worry. She'd almost always had a false credit card or three to fall back on. This was new territory entirely. Perhaps it was forward to assume that they actually would end up finding somewhere to stay together, but she had just found him again not too long ago. She didn't want to let him out of her sight just yet. So unfortunately he'd probably just have to have that awkward conversation with her if he wanted his space for the night.

The dark figured strolled down the sidewalk in a time and place that he hadn't started out in. Despite the incredible jump, he didn't seem to be disturbed in the least. There was a smirk on his face, a pleased twinkle in his eye. He'd been here before. Or, more precisely, not here but in a place similar enough that he would be able to get along. There were differences, of course. The convergence of 10 years of history being the main point.

Even he was not immune to the monochrome visuals. This, too, amused him. He looked to the sky, judging the clouds above and the sun that hung there. All of nature seemed to think this was a natural state of being, which made him think this wasn't so much an alteration to his own being, but just the way things were here. On this strange and wonderful planet. While his eyes were positioned heavenward, he winked. An appreciative gesture to the ones who had organized this. It was possible he could escape the cage that he'd been put in, but as of right now, he had no plans to do so. He was far too amused by all of it to abandon it now. He couldn't even be angry. He should have been angry.

He brushed his hands down the arms of the coat that was not his, yet was perfectly tailored to fit, and then straightened the tie that held no color. He ran his fingertips along the edge of the hat before pulling it a bit lower over his eyes. A cigar appeared from the inner pocket of his jacket, and he bit off the end, then lit it.

Puffing smoke into the air and entirely too pleased, he walked.

Cavan didn't particularly enjoy anything that he was hearing during the meeting. He kept thinking to himself that he could have been back home, in Portland, doing the thing that he loved best. But no, nope. He'd gotten it into his head that he needed to see mysterious happenings. He just had to fucking know what was going on.

Goddamned York.

If he hadn't gone to York, he wouldn't have gone to Electric City. He wouldn't have been abducted by aliens. He wouldn't have had to ride in the TARDIS, and he wouldn't have gotten yelled at by some projection of a girl for going into a library.

It was an irrational train of thought, especially if he took a moment to think about it. All of the stuff he'd seen and done, it was all pretty excellent. He'd had fun with the vampire. He couldn't even lie to himself about that. But right now, in this instant, waking up in some strange diner that he was sure wasn't on the same planet that they'd been on with the freaky Easter Halloween motif, right now, Cavan was cursing the world.

He squirmed a little in the booth, and realized he wasn't wearing jeans and a tshirt. Quick inspection informed him he was in a three piece number. Who had changed his clothes worried him a bit. The Doctor might not be the probing kind of alien, but nobody had promised him the others weren't. If they'd taken his clothes off, what else had they done?

Worse than that, he seemed to also now be color blind.

"Fucking. God. Fucking. Shit." His focus came to his boothmate. At least he had a familiar face with him. Though a glance around told him that everyone from the meeting had been dumped in this spot. "Hey, Dean."

The last thing Eva remembered was Rayne. Rayne and shoes. A shopping trip turned into a covert intelligence gathering mission. After that, there was nothing. She didn't like the gap in memory, but she knew there had to be something else that went on. Considering the fact that she was now sitting in a diner, staring at somebody she didn't know.

She was less bothered by the fact that nothing was in color.

Eva adjusted her dress, deciding that she wasn't going to freak out about any of this. Not the fact that she was wearing clothes that weren't hers, not the fact that she was pretty sure somebody had given her hair curls. And not the fact that she was pretty sure that she didn't have any money to pay for the coffee sitting on the table in front of her.

She leaned forward, elbows on the table, to speak to her companion.

"So. Any idea what the fuck is going on?"

There was a gasp from the passing waitress at the f-bomb she'd dropped, but Eva made a face at her and didn't apologize. She had never been one for watching her mouth.

Once he'd spoken with Jo, Cas had quietly excused himself from the diner to reach into his pocket and find his cigarettes. Those were thankfully still present...and though it occurred to him that it might be socially acceptable to smoke indoors during the current time period, he had no intention of harming anyone else. He knew what they were doing to his vessel and yet despite the fact, he was unable to bring himself to stop. Leaning back against the front of the diner, he lit one and exhaled heavily. It wasn't the place that bothered him. Or the setting. He greatly disliked that all of their possessions had been misplaced, but then objects meant very little to him in the great equation.

It was more than he had a very unpleasant sense of unease and there was no viable explanation for it. It felt as if he were standing near a very powerful demon. Or angel. It could simply have been his human anxiety and he wrote it off as such, not wanting to alert anyone to his feelings if he were imagining it. He trusted his abilities, but only when they pertained to himself. Endangering others was never an option.

Still...he definitely wished to find something to fight. Striking something, no matter how inelegant or primitive it seemed, helped cure the anger. And anger was an emotion he struggled with often. Thinking of finding a place to stay only occurred to him second, and that was when he turned towards the window to look for Anna. She was busy, likely making certain everyone was all right. That was fine - she was better suited to speaking with others. And while he supposed he could seek out Piotr or Phaedra, he imagined they both would also be just fine. They were more than capable of taking care of themselves.

...So that left finding a place to stay. What money they had, he didn't know. But somehow he doubted he and Anna would have enough to scrape together in order to rent a room. It was not unusual, but without their car to sleep in...this would require a certain level of creativity.