entry 001 | arrival

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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.

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There were a few nasty spots.

[Tragically, that's Sam Winchester's term for it. For most, it'd have been worse. 'Nasty spots' included being tortured by his soulless brother and being mercy killed, being on his deathbed from an illness caused by the Trials, and being tormented and nearly murdered by the hallucination of someone who had violently tortured you for almost 200 years. Detoxing again from demon blood. Among other awful things.

But psht. Winchester goals.]

I'm not sure exactly how long I was there, but I'd say... A year and a half? No, maybe two years. It was hard to keep track once we were dumped into the ruins of an old village. Most of the grief was from Deireadh. Big cloud spirit, wanted us all dead to consume us.

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[At the mention of that cloud spirit, Nightingale honestly looks personally offended for a moment- After Cecilia, the idea of a cloud spirit like that was something shocking and irritating, even if it shouldn't have been.]

Well, the good news is, nothing like that happens here.

[Of course, saying it that way implies the existence of some bad news.]

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[Sam feels like there is some omissions here.]

But...? What does happen here?

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... Well, it's all in that document.

[She suddenly seems hesitant to talk.]

It's still better than the last place I was at, so it could be a lot worse.

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[Right. Sam scrolls through the information sent, giving a slight nod.]

It could be a lot worse.

Of course, who knows what else is out there -- but at least some of us have some experience in dealing with situations like this. I'd hate to be one of the new crew members who haven't dealt with jumping worlds and timelines.

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There's a few of those around, too, unfortunately. But it does seem like most of us are on our second interdimensional shithole here.

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Tell me about it. Usually I just time traveled back home.

[SNERK.]

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... Seriously? Time travel?

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Yup. Time travel. I've been a few places.

The old west was the weirdest, I think.

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Okay, I'm not from Earth, I have no idea what 'old west' means.

But is that a thing you can repeat here?

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Oh, right.

And — I was only able to time travel thanks to angels.

You got any of those around?

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Sorry, those went extinct centuries ago where I'm from. I'm not sure about here.

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Oh, wow. What isn't extinct, where you're from? Out of curiosity.

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[She really wants to make a sarcastic reply, but her voice catches when she realizes the answer to that is 'literally nothing'. Totally lost for an answer, she pauses just long enough to make it pretty obvious there's something wrong, before she manages to kick her brain back into a different track.]

... So, I never got your name.

[the smoothest deflection. A+.]

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[.... Oh, right.]

The name's Sam — Sam Winchester. Sorry.

And you?

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Nightingale. Gray Nightingale of Takshaka, if that means anything.

Nice to meet you.

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[this american be all like 'wow what a long title', ignore him]

It's nice to meet you, too. Thanks for all the help getting on my feet here.

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[Hilariously, her real name is the the shortest damn thing possible. But no one's ever getting that name.]

No problem. Glad to help. The more situated everyone is, the better shot we have at the Atroma, right?

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[He smirks, giving his nod of approval.]

Sounds like a plan to me.