Project Papillon [Network]

Okay. I give up, give in, whatever.

This map is crap. And even though I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming, I'm going to ask for a little help.

Help?

Fucking hell.

( Lisa, Adam, Sam, Other Me, Amy )
I just got a police report that Sam Campbell was shot.

Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?

...What in the hell is this place and how did I get here? I was at home, making dinner for my family, and I wake up in this strange place with absolutely no idea how I got here.

Dean? Ben? You both wouldn't happen to be around here too, would you?

Really, I don't need this much sleep.

What. The. Fuck?

I'm an anomaly? No shit. What's that supposed to mean?

Hard to believe it's almost a new year. And anytime these damn statue angel things want to go away, that'd be awesome.

So, I might lose my job for this but

Hey. So. I work at the shooting range, which is closed until further notice thanks to the stone angel things. But if anyone needs some weapons, we have plenty. Just let me know and I'll make sure to get you something with enough power behind it to at least put a dent in them and give you a fighting chance.

All I ask is that you know what you're doing if you take a firearm. Last thing we need are self-inflicted gunshot wounds from a bunch of novices. In fact, if you're a novice, you should probably just avoid going out at all.

Oh. And if anybody wants to give the rest of us a rundown on what it is we're dealing with, that would be awesome. Seriously.

You know, I was annoyed about the snow, since Baby has to stay in a garage and I can't take her out, but sometimes, it's actually kind of funny.

Was chasing down a suspect today, and the poor fucker straight up slipped on some ice and fell on his ass. I was almost laughing too hard to cuff him. I wish I'd thought to film it. I wouldn't mind rewatching that.

( Sam and Adam )
Speaking of winter shenanigans, you guys up for a snowball fight? Never know when a well-aimed snowball could save the day with a demon. Okay, I'm just bullshitting that one.

( Adam )
So I watched my video. Apparently when Sammy came back from Hell in that, he didn't have a soul.

Do you think that could be why our Sam is being such a colossal dick?

Ugh, snow. Ugh, ice. I moved to Mombasa to get away from this crap, you know.

One of these days, I will post without complaining. Today is not that day.

So, I detected, with my awesome detective skills, that I'm a detective.

Or, you know, I woke up at what's apparently my desk. At a police station.

Anyone else wake up with handy clues as to who the heck they are?

Where am I? Does anybody know the name of this place? Or maybe my name? My name would be good.

I woke up here but I don't remember going to sleep. Hello? Is anybody reading this? Are you seeing things too? I know it sounds crazy but I keep Help? Please?

[ooc: So. Adam lost his memories like everyone else. But he does still get... flashes, of sorts, of the time he spent in Hell. Nothing concrete, just horrible occasional images that he doesn't know what they are or how to make them stop. Enjoy! >.>]

I just ran into Dracula.

Fucking Dracula.

Honest to God "I vant to suck your blood" Dracula.

Adam. Want to come help me kill Dracula?

Also? Dracula.

Okay, what the hell?

Is this some sort of trick? Because I really don't feel like dealing with this shit right now.

Fuck. Lisa's gonna be worried sick.

This isn't I don't understa No, no, no. I'm not

Whatever it is you're trying, it won't work. I'm not falling for it again.