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Current mood:	awake
Entry tags:	!log, castiel, roger smith

Who: Roger Smith and OPEN.
When: Thursday Late Afternoon/Early evening.
Where: Dublin House.
What: Drinkin' time.
Rating/status: TBD.

New York City. That was the name people gave to this place. There were no domes (at least, none that he could see) but the names of the streets and rivers rang familiar to Roger. If his own world had been indeed created by some high power, it had been based on this New York City.

The old building he once called home was nowhere to be found, so after driving around for a few hours, the first thing he had done was find a temporary place to stay. The hotel he had chosen was small, but it had enough amenities to almost make up for the lack of the luxury he enjoyed back home - not to mention he had been able to negotiate an excelent deal with the manager. It would do for now.

His next order of business had been to learn more about this New York City. A few conversations in the hotel lobby lead him this place, a place not too fancy and that now filling slowly with regulars. Good, Roger thought. He would try the most upscale places as he learned about the city. But for now, he only wanted to relax and get some information.

Roger ordered a beer and settled a small table against the wall for himself. He sipped slowly, listening to conversations and keeping an eye out for anything unusual.