Who: Chris Argent and Sam Winchester What: Sort of friends talking... just go with it When: Wednesday evening Where: Neils Creek Guns and Ammo Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Chris was grateful the dome seemed to have settled down; it usually did, but he would never put it past the damn thing to throw something at them again right away. He'd been there more than long enough to know that just when you thought you had it all figured out? You didn't. And in some cases, you really didn't.
It'd been a slow day, something he'd been kind of grateful for. When he hadn't been doing paperwork or taking care of customers, he'd been sitting up front with his laptop and going over the current Guardian roster and seeing where he could shuffle. He'd be putting a call out for new volunteers and doing an interest check with the others in a couple days, yes, but it didn't hurt to start adjusting now, just based on what he already knew.
And it was keeping him busy, which was good. Busy meant he didn't worry about everything that he'd had to deal with during the 80s trip. Or what he was trying to not deal with now.