jukebox selection C06 - Big Dog Foreigner

[huntersdaughter]

[she's in her apartment in the city, flipping through the journal, catching up on the day's events]

Crossword puzzle... [flips and glances up] Time for walks, kids. [said to Cooper and Alice, she shakes the leash and continues walking toward the bedroom where she figures there's a GIANT Saint Bernard asleep on her bed, aka Sam on a loss, as usual]

Blood.. oh, crap... [skims the transcript and is concerned that she hadn't noticed this earlier, and she'll make sure to read up on what happened on the walk]

C'mon, Sam time for [stops in the door way with the journal and glances up] a wa--HOLYMOTHEROF--

[drops the journal and turns around, probably turning bright red]

Sam.

Clothing.

You... need some.


[Sam's off of his giant dog loss... Jo... is shocked.]

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[imnot_likeyou]

[softly]

Shit.

[grabbing at the top blanket and starting to wrap it around himself]

Uh. ... shit.

[yeah, he's feeling real helpful right now]

[huntersdaughter]

[makes an amused laugh-type-snort]

Nice vocabulary range.

[sighs, still not turning around]

Want me to see how close I have to be to the castle before I can ask it for stuff? I still have to take the dogs out.

[imnot_likeyou]

That would be awesome.

[and a bit of an embarrassed face]

I'm sorry.

[huntersdaughter]

[she just exhales and shakes her head, trying to figure out if she should work harder to remove the mental image or not]

Yep.

Back... as soon as I have your pants. [laughs, because it's FUNNY]

[imnot_likeyou]

[laughs a little bit himself]

I'll be here.

[huntersdaughter]

[unfortunately, at least it seems for Jo she has to be at least to the main grounds before she can manage to get a pair of pants and asking for Sam's pants, doesn't exactly work, because she's not specific enough. Stupid Castle making things not-simple]

Ugh. [so she had to go into the castle, into Sam's room and laughed that some of the drawers are still glued shut, but she finds a pair of his jeans and a shirt, she's not going to go digging for anything else. He's gonna have to commando it.]

C'mon, back to the city. [and with a forty minute total wait for Sam, Jo's back at the apartment moving to her bedroom and tossing his clothing at him]

[imnot_likeyou]

[In that forty minute time period, he used her shower to get some of the scent of dog off him -- he hasn't showered in a month, he figured she'd appreciate it -- and he's mostly dry at this point, but was sitting in the living room in a towel.

He catches the clothes when they were thrown at him, pulling on the pants first under the towel, before pulling on the t-shirt]

Thanks.

[huntersdaughter]

[she's relieved to have dressed!Sam]

So... you were a dog.

[imnot_likeyou]

Yeah. I was a dog for a really long time.

[huntersdaughter]

Chuck went home.

[she'll just... put that out there]

Also, I think there was a dinosaur rollercoaster? I'm not really sure, I was sort of... not paying attention. Three dogs and working for Eliot - pretty much took all of my time.

[she'll just stand there, awkwardly - because everything they do eventually gets awkward]

[imnot_likeyou]

[nods a bit at the thing about Chuck, and watches her at the awkward, biting his lip a bit]

I'm sorry about the whole ... no clothes thing.

[huntersdaughter]

[she tries to shrug it off, crossing the room to go sit in a chair]

You were a dog, Sam. I just did not expect that when I walked into my room.

[imnot_likeyou]

Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly the side of myself I wanted to show you.

[well. maybe a little, but not .... like that. either way -- awkward]

At least not right then and not like that.

[huntersdaughter]

[shockingly, that's probably not the most awkward thing she's seen him do over the past month -- he's been a dog, dogs are... full of awkward moments]

Yeah, I'd say already forgotten, but that's not true. [freaking loss] It's burned into my brain. [facepalm]

[imnot_likeyou]

[a bit of an eyebrow raise, before looking down sheepishly]

I take it that's in a bad way?

[huntersdaughter]

[not looking up, because seriously -- WHY DID YOU JUST ASK THAT?]

I didn't say it was in a bad way, because Sam there's a lot of-- [claps her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stop the non-lies from just spilling everywhere -- and QUICK where is the journal... is that damn thing open somewhere??]

[imnot_likeyou]

[because he's Sam. He needs to put his foot in his mouth on occasion. But he realizes it at the same time she did and his eyes dart to the ground. he saw that she had dropped it earlier, and headed back to the bedroom and quickly slammed the thing closed]

Stupid journals.

[huntersdaughter]

[she'll just really hope that the distance between the front room and the bedroom hall was enough to muffle that... maybe the transcript will be a bit unclear -- her life is fail]

Yeah.

Uhm.

So, any clue what Chuck went back to?

[imnot_likeyou]

[shrugs for a minute]

I'm sure he made out okay. He's a prophet, so he's got an archangel army at his disposal if he ever runs into trouble.

[looks up]

Last I checked he had a girlfriend, so ... plus for him.

[huntersdaughter]

[nods]

That's... shocking. [an amused glance, because really, Chuck doesn't seem to be the 'date-able' type]

[imnot_likeyou]

[nods]

She's a fan. Of the books, I mean. So they have something in common.

[huntersdaughter]

Oh. Well, I guess that makes sense... in a kind of creepy way.

I mean, if she's interested in him because he writes about your life?

[smirks] Does that make you his pimp?

[imnot_likeyou]

[snorts]

No, he got her all on his own. In fact, I'm kinda glad she did. She was sorta ... fixated on me for a while."

[huntersdaughter]

[makes an amused sound]

Fixated?

Did you have a stalker, Sam?

[imnot_likeyou]

Trust me when I say that you really don't want to know.