Hi everyone! [ She waves, giving a brief smile. ] I'm Yuri, or Yurippe, but if you try to come up with another nickname for me I'm not going to respond to it since one weird nickname I'm already used to is enough. I just got here and I want to be a kindergarten teacher. [ She's got experience with schools and kids. Not necessarily teaching kids, but it can't be that hard. ] I impersonated a teacher once, I've spent more time in a school than anyone I've ever met, and am older than I look. They're not going to turn me down are they?

[ Never let it be said she doesn't get down to business. ]

Do people end up here if they think really hard about moving to a foreign country and can't decide which one they want a lot?

[Mary has to send out a text, namely because she doesn't want anyone to see or hear just how bad off she was after trying to prove a point. She'd already bandaged her midsection and she wasn't looking forward to having to do that again. Ignoring the dark blood on her cheek, she decides there isn't a better time to send out a text to ask for training.]

Harry, I could use you or someone you could recommend to give me some help.

I need a sparring partner, someone to help get me trained back to where I used to be. It seems like a lot to ask, but I can't really do this on my own.

[And after the incident after her house getting blown up, she doesn't want to ask Dean or Sam, not with thinking it might inconvenience them...if they'd even do it.]

[Oh look, a new arrival. He's fiddling with the comm and examining the necklace with a vaguely bemused expression.]

Not that I don't appreciate the bling, but it's not exactly my style.

Anyone care to tell me what's going on, and how I get home?

[The first is a text. He's not going to private, because the asshole will know and he knows you'll know. And is entirely nothing to do with the fact he's only seen you on encrypted message channels. Of course not.]

I'm done playing nice. I don't care what it takes, you're a dead man.

[He literally doesn't care what it takes. This is not a side of him any of the city has seen yet, and they really don't want to.]

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[There's a pause between the text going out and the audio. The audio is meant to be private, but.... it's not. He's too busy staring at the smouldering ashes that used to be his house to really work. Suddenly he's four again and it's gone, it's all gone. He doesn't feel the loss any less than the first time around - he's just so relieved the others weren't in the house - and he feels just as numb. The tone is trying for normal..... and pretty much misses it by a goddamned mile.]

I wouldn't ask unless I had to... Mom and Angel need a place to stay for [There's a sigh] God, I don't know. Can you help?

[Not that it really matters to who right now, so long as he knows you and trusts you, he might be accepting offers from anywhere he could call safe enough. For them. He's got some fucking hunting to do.]

[Backdated to turkey day.

He kicked them out of the Winchester house fairly early with excuses because (a)Yes, he still likes surprising them. and (b)He can't do the mass of shit he has to do today with them under his feet.

It takes him all day to get everything done he needs to, including three trips to the store because he kept forgetting things or running out (and he's about ready to kill some somebody in the store on the second trip, so the third is a brief and impatient encounter.

But he gets it all done, and he finally sends them a text to tell them they can come home now before collapsing on the sofa to rest before they get home. Now he just has to hope they didn't eat out. Not that, you know, he was exactly subtle about the fact he was planning something. Hopefully they knew him well enough to guess. There's a little too much here for just him. Or, you know, a small army.]

[Captain Hammer can think of only one reason he's in this weird place, and that's because Genessia is seriously lacking in heroes. So he's fine with the transition, and probably handling it way better than most. Evil needs to be fought on every front, not just Los Angeles.]

I'd offer most of you a welcome, but I'm just like you. I woke up here only a few days ago.

Even so!

[He shifts his stance casually, fists punched into his hips.]

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Captain Hammer. Some of you may have heard of me, and if that's the case, yes, I do autographs. But that!

[He raises a finger, smiling.]

Is only when I'm not giving evildoers the pasting they deserve. Now, I haven't come across too many of you villains out there, and I don't blame you for hiding. But rest assured. You step out of line. You cause trouble. You do anything to harass these nice simple folk?

The Hammer will be there.

[He actually looks more than a little intimidating...and then he abruptly shifts back to casual mode again.]

So who's up for a meet 'n greet tonight over pizza?

[Mary has a bandana wrapped around her head, anything to mask the smell of her rotten pastries and supplies.

She's dumping another tray of ruined product into a large trashcan when she looks over to the camera.]

I don't suppose anyone wants to make some quick money and give me a hand? This place is going to have to be emptied of all food products and scrubbed down.

I know there's some new arrivals, so this could be a chance to help each other if you're interested.

[The distraught voice of a teenage girl plays over the videophone. She accidentally turned it on while she was looking over the pamphlet.]

Get a job!? I'm still in school.

Oh man this is bad, this is so bad. WhydoInotremembergoingtosleepinacocoonlastnight? That seems like something you'd remember doing.

Yang, is this some kind of practical joke!? Because if it is it isn't very funny!

Blake, Weiss? Is anyone there?

[She sighs, then she can be heard slumping onto the ground.]

What's going on here...? This doesn't make any sense.