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

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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 and John both started at the shriek, hands going toward hidden weapons as they looked for the source. Sam instinctively moved behind the black Impala that came through the portal with them.

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Sal straightened herself up and gaped.

"WHAT THE **** IS A ****ING CAR DOING COMING THROUGH ONE OF YOUR ****ING PORTALS?!" she yelled at the sky.

She was so absorbed in watching a car manifest itself in her driveway that she didn't notice that people were coming through with the car.

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"Miss?" asked John, his brow furrowed in amazement and concern. Sam just held her position behind the car, holding onto her new mental sheilds for all she was worth after catching just a touch of the yelling woman's ire.

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"Huh?" Sal looked at the man, immediately taking him for a patron.

She looked at her feet. "Ah, um, sorry. I thought I saw yer car come outta nowhere," she said, cheeks turning red.

"Can I help you find yer rooms, b'y?"

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"Don't worry about it," Leeroy said, walking up the drive. "They're wit' me. Sal, this's Sam and John, and Sam and John, this's Sal. And this is Port aux Basques and the B&B I told ye about."

He grinned at Sal. "What's the matter? Mu didn' tell you we was comin'?"

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Sal gaped at Leeroy again. "No," she said curtly. "Anyway, if they're here with ye, grab their bags n' find 'em a room and don't just stand there grinnin' at me like it's all a joke or I'll be strappin' ye to the roof when we goes to Florida."

She rolled her eyes. "I can't believe I raised ye t' be that brazen."

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Sam cleared her voice and stepped out from behind the Impala, thinking that this was possibly the worst first impression she could have made on the woman Leeroy considered a mother. "We don't have any bags."

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"Oh." Sal smiled. "Are ye hungry?"

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John smiled in return, watching out of the corner of his eye as Sam looked at Leeroy and moved closer to him. "We ate before we came.

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"Oh..." Sal looked over John's shoulder subtly and changed tack immediately. "Oh! Okay. Would you be interested in going to see some of the museums around here, John?"

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That made him blink and turn uncertainly to Leeroy, not sure what to think of someone who changed tacks so quickly.

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Sal sighed. So much for leaving Leeroy and what seemed to be his new squeeze alone.

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"Ye can go if ye wants. Don't let her scare you, she's a spaz." Leeroy grinned and pointedly ignored Sal threatening him with a fist on fire.

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John blinked again, looking at the flaming fist. Then he glanced at Sam.

"I'll be alright." Her mouth quirked.

"I know." He smiled back, then turned apologetically to Sal. "Actually, would it be alright if I just walk around and explore a little?"

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Sal blinked and extinguished the flames, putting her hand behind her back. "I don't mind," she said. "Go ahead..."

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He grinned slightly. "Is there anywhere other than private yards that I should avoid?"

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"The bar, unless ye wants to get smashed outta yer skull." She smiled and turned to fill up the pail with water from the hose.

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Sam chuckled at that as John nodded and set off. "It takes a lot to get Dad smashed."

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"I dunno," Sal said with a grin, "the alcohol here's pretty... potent."

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Sam watched him go, then looked around. "He'll be okay. Need any help?"

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"That's fer sure," Leeroy interjected mildly. "Port aux Basques ain't dangerous."

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Sal put a capful of soap into the bucket and dipped a sponge in the whole lot. "If ye wants to help, there'r sponges over there." She nodded toward the foot of the stairway.

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Sam looked at Leeroy to see if he had any other ideas.

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"Unless there's somethin' else ye wants t' do," Leeroy said with a grin.

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"I don't know," she admitted sheepishly. "I've never been on a holiday."