Seahorse living room, Saturday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stumbled blurrily to the cabin common room when he woke, making a beeline for the coffee maker kept there. After having his morning influx of caffiene, he grabbed some munchies that were laying around and settled down to surf the web with his mini comp. He'd also brought out his small portable tape deck and was currently listening to Metallica at possibly greater than friendly early Saturday morning volumes.

[ooc: open for any seahorses or friends who want to discover their larygitis]

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam yawned and made a beeline for the coffee pot. She may have shot the tape deck a dirty look, but figured it was just her being old and decided not to say anything.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean waved a hand in Sam's direction, but didn't try to speak over the music. He'd wait for a break between songs so he wasn't yelling at her.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She drank one cup standing next to the coffee pot, then immediately poured herself another cup and set the coffee maker to make another pot. She grabbed the latest copy of Scientific American from her alcove and sat in the living room as far from the tape deck as was humanly possible.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean chuckled, the sound lost in his music. "Not a Metallica fan?" he asked as the songs changed.

Or at least that's what he meant to ask; no words actually came out.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam hadn't heard him. Although, in the middle of that magazine, she might have ignored him anyway. She turned the page.

[likethegun]

Sam rubbed his eyes as he came out of his alcove, and headed straight for the coffee pot, wondering how much mental clarity he would need for detention.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean frowned, cleared his throat and tried again even as the next song started up.

Nope, still nothing.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam glanced over at the tape when the next song came on, then rolled her eyes at Dean. Teenage boys.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sammy!" Dean called out or tried to, still no voice. He jumped up and moved across the room to grab his brother. Not that he was freaked out or anything. Nope, not at all.

[likethegun]

Sam turned to face Dean when he grabbed him, frowning at the look on his brother's face. "Dean? What's wrong?" he said, his expression shifting to match Dean's when no sound came out.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You too?" Dean said -- or mouthed at least. Not sure if he was more alarmed or relieved that it wasn't just him.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean tried a third time to say something -- anything -- but still nothing.

"Hey!" he yelled -- or mouthed -- at Sam who continued to have her nose buried in a book. Okay not the smartest way of trying to inform someone you had larengytis, he admitted.

Trying something more direct, he picked up a bread roll and threw it at her head.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam finally looked up as the bread bounced off her scalp. "Hey!" She glared at him.

Then realized she hadn't heard anything. "Turn the damn music down!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean rolled his eyes because yeah, them not being able to talk was all his Metallica tape's fault. But he did as asked as it was simpler than trying to argue, then gave Sam an expectant look.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Why are you throwing bread?" Sam asked, then looked at him in confusion. "And why can't I hear either of us?"

She stomped on the floor, just to check.

[likethegun]

Sam opened his mouth and tried to yell, nodding to Dean when there was no noise. "Yeah. Are you okay?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean barely kept from rolling his eyes again because if they were deaf instead of just mute, he wouldn't have been able to hear his music. But this was Fandom so probabl was a good idea to make sure it wasn't some kind of sound dampening field around them.

But Sam's stamp sounded loud and clear.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam rolled her eyes at herself. Okay, so it wasn't her brightest moment ever.

She made the universal sign for "WTF?" by raising her hands and looking around for an explanation.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack had headed back to the cabins, wondering if the latest Fandom weirdness had only hit the dorms.

He knocked on the wall inside the living room door and waved, waiting to see if anyone said, "Hi." Or anything else for that matter.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Jack!" Sam called, or would have, if anyone could have heard her. She grimaced.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Looking around for an explanation struck Dean as the most productive thing he could be doing. His eyes darted around the room, trying to see if there was anything that had 'invokes voice loss' written on it literally or metaphorically, but it didn't look like they were going to get that lucky.

His eyes lighted on the coffee pot and a sudden horrible thought occurred to him. If someone wanted to spread a poison around Seahorse, one of the most surefire methods of delivery would be coffee.

It was a horrible thought to contemplate.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

A lifetime of conversating with Sammy combined with basic lip reading let Dean figure out what his brother was saying. He nodded. "You?" he mouthed in return.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

And that answered his question. It wasn't just the dorms.

He sat next to Sam and looked at her questioningly, hands spread wide.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean waved a hand in Jack's direction, not even bothering with the nonexistent voice attempt.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She shrugged and shook her head.