Gamers wanted

Not long after Regina's flyers appear, Sam posts several copies of this one

Looking to start a weekly D&D game, first-timers welcome. Can DM, will, but also willing to let someone else have the big chair.

No more than six players per group. If there are too many, we'll make another group.

Interested? Drop your name on the list, call or just come talk to me. Whatever works for you.

Contact: Sam Winchester, room 102, ext 102

[For Henry] One down, backdated to the day after Rebekah

It seemed like weeks ago, and maybe had been; time moved weirdly in this place, lurching into high gear for a day or so before and after what they'd come to call Check-In Day and then stuttering almost to a halt a few days after. Except that it wasn't a halt in the sense that time crawled. Days just passed from one to the next without any effort to track them.

Even though Sam did track them in his journal, he still seemed to lose track of whole days. Someone suspicious, like... his brother who wasn't here... would blame it on magic or compulsion. Sam didn't. He knew perfectly well that if he wanted to, he could maintain a higher awareness. It was just that that way lay crazy.

So, yeah. It seemed like weeks ago that he and Henry had planned to work on notebooks that could send audio. And he had done a bunch more theoretical work on it based on what he knew about the original enchantment, and some combination of will and wireless theory. But it seemed pretty pointless now. Which... was what he'd actually asked Henry to meet him about.

In his room, in case his bull-headedness escalated the conversation to shouting. Henry didn't seem like the shouting type, but he was a Winchester and they all got it from somewhere.