The Island of Newfoundland (Jeimu/Sal's reality), 3 PM, on a Tuesday:

[fire-in-flight.livejournal.com]

The sky is cloudy and grey, but it doesn't look like rain.

For this, Sal is grateful. She'd brought the giant behemoth of a maroon van out from the garage and was now dutifully vacuuming it. In her three year absence it had acquired a lot of dust, and several small insects littered the floor of the thing.

It was good to be back home - even if it was only for a little while. She wasn't sure how long she'd get to sleep in her old bed, to lounge in her old living room, and cheerfully answer the tourism enquiries of what seemed like a billion and one American tourists (most of whom were coerced into coming to this particular B&B by Jav).

She'd also spent the mornings watching Jeimu's friend Vic brandish a feather duster. He was an interesting character, this one...

Sal rooted around the garage, looking for her garden hose and some car wash soap. They were taking that van to Aubrey's Florida beach house to watch the launch, and she figured it wouldn't hurt for it to at least seem somewhat respectable.

She finally finds the hose and walks around to the side of the house to connect it.

And she shrieks when she notices a shimmery pattern in the air. She trips over a decorative stone and manages to sprawl out in front of the van in time to catch her balance.

"Why do you do this to me at the worst times, b'y?" she said under her breath.

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[i_salted_dean]

Sam found a hidden place by a pile of firewood and started into a round of calesthenics, her face set and a little pale.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He found her by the woodshed, working out. Doubtless Kurt's appearance had startled her. He wanted to check on her, to make sure she was all right, but he didn't want her to get angry at him for doing so, either.

Sam was a type who could definitely take care of herself. So he elected to let her do just that for the time being.

But he'd hang around just in case. He sat down in the doorway of the woodshed and waited.

[i_salted_dean]

After awhile her breathing and heart steadied, and the fight or flight impulse faded. Sam took a deep breath, then chuckled and suddenly grabbed a smooth bit of wood and launched herself at Leeroy, 'knife' held at the attack position.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He grabbed her wrist as her hand came toward him and expertly flipped her over onto her back.

The bit of wood fell through the air and landed in Leeroy's hand.

"'S not that easy," he said with a grin.

[i_salted_dean]

She rolled with the throw and came up in a crouch, eyes gleaming as she made little feints to either side. "Good. Easy guys scare me."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He smirked, crouching, tensing his muscles in readiness, trying her best to read her. "I say you should still be just a little scared."

Should he attack? Wasn't the rule always 'Ladies First'? He decided to hell with the rules and launched a low kick, intending to trip her up.

[i_salted_dean]

She grabbed his leg, wincing with the impact but using her telekenisis to add pull as she yanked on it and lashed her own foot toward his groin with full confidence that he'd get out of it somehow.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He stumbled for just a moment and managed to find some footing.

However, he wasn't quick enough to entirely stop the onslaught of Sam's foot. He tried to turn his body out of the way, but it wasn't enough to stop the hit.

The impact came and he dropped to his knees, wheezing slightly.

"Nice hit," he moaned, his voice strangely high.

[i_salted_dean]

She hesitated, not sure he wasn't faking, but then reached out with her mind and winced at the pain he was feeling. "Ouch."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Mmm hmm," he said, still kneeling and protecting his offended anatomy.