Portland Net

I haven't seen any portals hanging around in the last... twelve hours, let's say. It's a relief, let me tell you. If that never happens again, it'll be too soon.


Winchester brothers, Matt & Clara:

Which one of you wants to play wingman for me tonight? I found this great gay bar downtown and I need someone to either draw the cute girls in (Clara) or to remind the lesbians how much they'd rather have me than my attractive man-friend.

Clara, Matt, Castiel & The Winchester brothers:

Did anyone go through the portals? Are you all okay?

( Private to Felicia )



( Private to Clara )

So, other than a throng of dead-beats with a humour deficiency, who else did the wormhole drag into this world? Surely there must be someone worth killing getting to know here!

Looking for a boxing gym in the area. Can be in the worst part of town, don't care. Preferably open very early/very late, pretty quiet, has people who don't mind trying to beat the shit out of a blind man.

That being said: could also be looking for a boxing partner who doesn't mind beating the shit out of a blind man.

NATASHA & FELICIA:

I've been out at night, scoping out the city, getting a feel for things. So far managed to stay out of anyone's business, but it's only a matter of time before something happens where I know I'm going to want to intervene. Forget feeling a moral obligation, it's like an itch I need to scratch.

I was all ready to say how terrible this is, but you know what? It isn't. This is nice. No one's trying to kill me, I get this free house, and I'm on the other side of the country from where I started.

But what's with the assigned job thing? Does Harry Dresden live here or do I have to go talk to some townie for this? I need to know whether or not I can find his name sexy. If he's sixty and has a bad knee, it'll feel weird if I get myself all excited.

Felicia Hardy, by the way. It's nice to meet me.