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An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.

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[She giggled softly, her voice taking on a silken purr. Flicking her fingers through her hair, she just sounded like she was smiling a little too broadly.]

Your sort of playing... would it be the type that hauls people's little inconsequential secrets out in front of everyone and makes them laugh at themselves?

It's a little banal, but I have to admit, the reactions were funny, like I said. But no, little Jack, there's a lot more games in the world. We could play another if you liked.

Or... I could play with someone else. You should know, though, that I like to break my toys.

[The last time Jack heard a silken kind of voice was from the Boogeyman, so this isn't exactly getting better. He isn't sure how to understand "breaking my toys" either. His mind of course goes to a bad conclusion, but he's seen how fucked up adults can be when it comes to this kind of thing. Is she just teasing or she means it?]

Fun is never banal, and I'm not little.

I already know my games, I don't need help. Especially from someone who calls their playing companions toys.

[The similarities between she and Boogey in this state of mind were a bit ... pronounced.]

No, I don't suppose you really are bite size, are you? And you've got that pesky little mind trick of yours, don't you? I wonder if you'd be brave enough to dare visiting my mind...

[She laughed and shook her head, though it couldn't be seen.]

And what's wrong with calling someone something? Don't you call a person "It" in a game of tag? As long as fun is being had, you shouldn't fuss so much.

I've got telekinesis. So think more in the lines of "what could I throw at your face".

[He's getting angry now. Between the curse and having sent his message to a number of people before it got to Sandy, his mood is getting bad again.]

If you can't tell the difference, then I want to know about your games even less.

Believe me, there is a very large difference between an "It" and a person. People do much more wonderful things than what most people call toys. They play back...

[She giggled again and then a low growl came through.]

But if you're proud of that pretty power of yours, you could always come try and see how well you throw before I make you my little puppet to dance on my strings.

You're not chicken, are you?

[Proud of his power? Hell no. He likes being in the mischief house, but these mind abilities aren't his real self.]

I'm not a chicken, but I won't be your toy either. Find someone else to do that thing you call fun and leave me alone.

[He would hang up but the network is messing with him.]

[And now, she plays on one of those emotions she knows so many of you have, curious to see if Jack's on that list. The feed switches to video, and there's a bit of blood running down the claws that she's licking. It's actually her blood from a shallow wound she's just done to herself off camera, but the effect is good enough for a show. Flicking the droplets off of it, she laughs wickedly.]

Are you sure you can live with yourself knowing that someone else is going to take your place? When I say break [At which point, her fingers and claws clench and she bares those small fangs of hers, blood-red eyes wide with mad glee] I do mean break. They don't let me out of my cage often, Jack.

I intend to drink my fill today. Are you really the sort who'd just let someone like me go find someone to play with?

[Seeing the camera turning on makes Jack... ok not panic, but definitely something similar. He doesn't want people seeing him like this.

This time, he does manage to hang up, the little blood show not reaching his hero-wannabe eyes. It seems you'll be able to have your way after all, Sam.]

[DON'T SAY LOVERS do you even know how that sounds?

He huffs, and reaches back to ruffle his own hair.]

I know that stuff. It's just-- everyone's sayin' stuff like this, y'know?

Hah. Well, it's probably because if you two really are just friends... it's not the sort of friendship you see every day, and they have a funny way of ending up something else after a while.

[She always got what she wanted, in her own way, but then again she was surprisingly easy to please in a very sick and depraved sort of way. One quarry was always as good as the other...

Lucky for Jack though, lucky for Jack.]

hey you run the apothecary right

[It takes almost fifteen minutes for her to reply. She's had what could be politely called a "Bad Day." However, she knows others might need supplies.]

Yes. What do you need?

[It's cool, he understands... well, he saw her post. He just doesn't really know her well enough to offer much sympathy so he keeps it short, impersonal.]

okay so in my world there were these like witches or something and they used ground up dust to keep... uhhh supernatural stuff from crossing. like a barrier.

it was like- ash. mountain ash there we go

do you have any, how much do you have, and what do you want for it

Ok, I can leave the house for that. It'll take me fifteen, twenty minutes until I get to the shop. Price is cheap on it. Carry salt or sage with you if you have it.

Sea salt, not that iodized crap.

[Helping someone else? That made this a LOT easier to get behind. She was always better motivated by someone else's problems than she was by her own.]

cool. i can meet you there

im kind of... broke... but ill give you what i have

We'll talk when you get there. I'm sending directions.

[Samantha was not one for charity cases, but the reality was that mountain ash was cheap, there was a lot, and right now she couldn't imagine refusing anyone that for something like a couple copper runes that it'd cost.]

[Isaac shows up at the apothecary about twenty minutes after the directions are sent. He hasn't really slept and he looks... well, more morose than afraid or alarmed. A wisp of shadow follows him through the door, something... small, childlike.]

Samantha?

[There's three censers burning sage, and the place practically reeks of it right now, more than usual. The space is cramped, and when he crosses the threshold he can see salt all along it. The girl that emerges from the back looks... for lack of a better word, haggard.

She emerges, holding a small packet. It's easily a good, healthy double fisted looking package and should last for a bit, though there were limits to how much she could get together in short order.]

Really hope you're not planning to hit a whole house with this. There's only so much I can get. Might be able to double this.

[Isaac nods, leaning over the front counter to look at the package. He doesn't know how much of it they need- he's not the druid emissary-in-training, here- but that looks like it should be enough for their purposes.]

I just need to make a circle that a few people can sit in. That should be fine.

[He digs into his pocket then, and plunks down three coppers on the counter. Another few moments of searching, and he produces a fourth. Isaac bites his lip, ducking his head a little.]

-I can throw in a gerbil or a fish something, but that's all I've got.

More than enough. Just be careful and make sure there's no breeze. Have the extra handy just in case. [She plucked up one of the coppers and shook her head.]

Do me a favor. Tell folks about this shop, and we'll call this even. I could use what good press I can get right now.

...thanks.

[He manages a weak smile toward her and takes a step back, pocketing his change and reaching for the bag.]

I appreciate it.

Don't mention it. [She handed it to him and sank into a chair.] I've built up enough bad karma in this place that anything I can do's worth it. Just... be careful. The spirits aren't something to take lightly.

I noticed.

[He sighs, glancing out toward the doorway, where the shadow of his ghost seems to be looming.]

You, uh... you okay?

No, but it's nothing that you can fix. In the end, it's something only I can truly repair, and I'm not sure if it hasn't been too long to actually do.

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Evil Sam? She likes anything with a pulse

Oh the irony, Jack didn't use to have a pulse. Damn Asgard!

Hah... that doesn't always stop her. Her dark half's a real piece of work.

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