It's Mailtime (Open)

[Dean Winchester]

Saying that Dean had a short attention span was a bit of an understatement, or an overstatement depending on the circumstances. While on a hunt he was very focused, goal orientated if you will, and never got side tracked until his prey was caught, and in most cases eliminated. Playing out here in the sand box though, with nothing much else to do? Yeah, that was starting to get very tiresome rather quickly, at least until there was some sort of electrical explosion,

Dean had seen pretty much any form of explosion known to man kind, conventional or supernatural, and had never saw anything like that. Whoever these jerks were they were packing some serious firepower. The thought of fighting them made Dean smile, for now though he had to kill time. Digging through his pocket the Winchester found the smart phone he had summoned and with a shrug logged into it. Most things looked normal, the phone symbol, the contact list with only one name in it, all the basic stuff. The strange thing was the icon to log into the Dataverse. Instead of a globe with a buring fox, or a sort of strange colour wheel thing, there was simply Omni's creepy grinning face in a blue box with the word Dataverse under it.

With a sigh Dean touched the icon and a window popped up, he was going to have to do some emailing after all. There was also a link to something that caught his eye, something called PesterOmni. Well, if this thing Pestered that no good son-of-a-bitch then Dean was all for it! Time to check it out.


The mail woman seemed to be busy watching the fight so Dean had a few minutes to waste on the net at least, possibly more depending on how good or sucky these people fighting were.