entry 001 | arrival

[collegedropout]

Who: Sam and [OPEN] to all!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: December 2nd

[When Sam wakes up, he expects to be laying in his bedroom in the bunker, tired from a particularly long case (clown, there was a clown, he's getting too old for this shit—) but nope. He opens his eyes to stare at a completely foreign ceiling, in a completely foreign bunk. He's of course in his nighttime clothes, to boot. No weapons, no phone, no nothing. Okay. He considers all kinds of possibilities, first. Djinn? Some sort of curse? Witchcraft? Maybe even some sort of dream-root-related snafu, or angels being dicks (somehow). There's also that little elephant in the room, in the back of his head: dude, you know exactly how this kind of thing plays out.

He rises up, easy to spot among a milling, small group with his six feet and four inches of [giraffe-necked] height. When he finally sees the high-tech machinery, the casual and potentially oh-so-different newbies wandering, the absurd amount of space out there — he says but one thing in front of the people around him, first and foremost, to break the ice:]

Well. Shit.

[Well shit indeed. He doesn't panic, but he does suddenly crave another vacation, somewhere without rips in space and time (if that's even the case here; maybe he's a captive to some higher power, because that wouldn't surprise him at all). When he's got the broadcasting thing down — thanks Adstringendum for the life lessons on what to do first — he begrudgingly addresses yet another audience, slipping on that polite and professional (and, okay, exasperated) aura that he's good at.]

So, show of hands. How many of you out there have fallen into other universes before? Because this sort of thing's getting kind of old.

... Did anyone from Adstringendum show up? Guys? Don't tell me the PCD's teleporting feature is going on the fritz or something. I know it was kind of too good to be true, but it was going well for a few months there. [Silly Sam, nothing stays good forever. But he hopes, y'know?] Let me know if I'm riding solo here, fellas.

And, uh. This isn't exactly my first rodeo, sure, but it's the first time I've ever... um... been in space. So I gotta ask, for my sanity: where exactly do us new spacemen go from here? Other than shooting jokes about Roswell, New Mexico.

Comments

[takeabow]

When you say it like that, it feels like we need a support group.

[collegedropout]

Maybe we do. I think any name we could think up would be a mouthful, though.

[takeabow]

You know, I think I'm good without one.

NO I FORGOT SAM HAS QUESTIONS psht

[collegedropout]

Works for me, too.

So — you knew us, huh? Were we a pain in the ass where you're from, too?

[dean especially ok]

[takeabow]

[ her smile is a little forced, just because she misses him ]

Well, yeah. Obviously.

I knew Dean better than I knew you. I got the feeling that we had more in common, him and me. But we were pretty close, I guess.

[collegedropout]

Sounds about right. Dean's always been that guy. Social and outgoing, good at making friends. [Sam never considers that he's gotten so much better at making friends, himself. He's not used to having many back home — loneliness has always been a prevalent thing in his life — but it's not the case after Adstringendum. He has pirates for friends, for godssake. Suffice to say, Sam Winchester sucks at giving himself credit for anything.] Did I look any different? Or was I rocking what Dean would call, uh — 'boy-band hair'?

[takeabow]

You looked about the same.

He did well there, I think. Strong and protective.

[collegedropout]

Sounds about right. You give him something to fight and people to care about, he's usually on top of his game. Hope he wasn't a pain in the ass to deal with? [He says it teasingly. Even if there's... a lot of really fucked up stuff between him and Dean right now - the Mark, Gadreel, what happened with Death, and... shit, everything before the church, too - he's been doing better with his sibling than he's been in... a long while.

He hopes it lasts. But then, Dean's skittish about conversation about the Cage.

So. Maybe there's grief yet.]

[takeabow]

Of course he was.

But I didn't mind. Most of the time?

[collegedropout]

You took the words right out of my mouth.

[.... Uh, with some added brother issues. My brother almost murdered me twice in the last year or so; things can be rocky like that. Sometimes your brothers turn into demons and try and smash your brains all over the walls, right? Hahaha. Ha.]

Was he, um... doing okay? Last you saw him?

[It's hard to not be concerned.

As many problems as they have, they're not usually apart for long. It's freaky to know universes separate them sometimes. Like, shit.]

[takeabow]

[ her face is reassuring ]

Yeah, he was. He did pretty well there.

[collegedropout]

Good. I'm glad.

Guess he hasn't found his way here yet, though.

How about you? Anyone you're waiting for?

[takeabow]

[ deflates slightly ]

I know better than to wait for anyone... but it'd be nice if my sister showed up.

[collegedropout]

[Ah. His voice gets a bit lighter, sincere.]

Older or younger?

[takeabow]

Younger.

My dad died when we were younger and my mother... wasn't there for us like we needed, so I kept Prim and I alive.

[collegedropout]

[... Oh. His smile softens into something a bit more personal.]

I can see why you and Dean became friends.

Our mother died when I was a baby, and our dad wasn't really... around.

[Like he should've been. Like a father. And while Dean wasn't around enough to keep the loneliness at bay, or to answer questions that were too painful — he knows Dean did his best, for what they had to work with. It wasn't easy. And once Sam realized how miserable hunting really was, they'd clashed more than before.

Even so... Sam appreciates what his big brother had to offer.]

[takeabow]

Yeah, so... I worry every second she isn't here. She's small, even for her age.

[collegedropout]

I can't imagine you'd do anything else. Worry, I mean.

But I'm betting she'd probably make a face and tell you not to.

[takeabow]

Maybe. She'd probably hug me and remind me that she's not so young anymore. But it's hard not to think of her that way.

[collegedropout]

[He chuckles a bit, because it paints a picture from his own past.]

I had to remind Dean on a lot of occasions.

I was always pretty runty growing up, I guess. Hated that he knew that.

[takeabow]

You?

[collegedropout]

[Ha.]

Is that a big surprise? I was the shortest in my class on more than one occasion.

Lucky me, most bullies didn't realize I could actually fight back.

[takeabow]

Well, yeah. You're like 7 feet tall.

[collegedropout]

Six and a half. But thanks.

It's not always easy being so tall, you know. People see you coming a mile away.

[takeabow]

Yeah, you'd make a terrible deer hunting partner.