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driftfleet2015-12-02 05:47 pm
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-02 05:47 pm
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entry 001 | arrival
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.
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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[ another (partial) lie. the wrafs make for an easy cover when you're a woman in uniform. [
I'm quite retired from that work, now.
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My father was a marine. It's not exactly something you can shake off, though, so he's always been that kind of hard-ass. Kind of a drill sergeant. We used to butt heads a lot because of it.
[.... WELL SORT OF. There's more to it than that, but his isn't a partial lie so much as it is omission. He's not about to dive into the more severe of his daddy issues.]
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Sergeants are tricky beasts. [ she smiles more with her eyes than with her mouth. ] Drill sergeants especially so.
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I was a runty kid who preferred reading books and hanging out in my classroom for fun.
You can imagine the old man's reaction, I'm sure.
[also i wanted to play soccer instead of hunting werewolves
way to be a disappointment sam]
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Only that I'm sorry he didn't see it that way. We did not defeat Jerry on brawn alone.
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Not exactly the forces, remember? Hunters. Family business.
After twenty-plus years of it, you just kind of roll with it — but I admit, I am enjoying this time away. My brother would probably kick me in the ass if he heard me say that, though.
[They always have a lot of shit to do back home. And as much as Sam would like to get back and deal with what's happening — as absolutely freaked out as he is and what he thinks needs to be done, he still... appreciates down time. Time to think.
Besides, he knows currently there's nothing he can do to get back. you learn these things.]
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You could say that. He's a bit more enthusiastic about the job.
Which isn't always a bad thing, right? Compared to being disinterested about your work...
[There have been issues, for Dean. Issues with the black and white outlook, or the sometimes unpleasant steering into bloodlust alley. He's seen Dean during some of his worst times, and it's not pretty.]
And are you a gung-ho telephone operator?
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[ hah. ]
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You could, you know. Settle down. If you're actually wanting that.
... Of course the whole 'finding someone to be with' part is kind of... hard, but when you find them, it clicks.
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I'm sorry, Mister Winchester. I only meany -- well, you see, I was boarding at this lodging house not so long ago and that was one of the conditions for staying under its landlady's roof: to be a woman of sound mind, eager to get out of the workplace and put herself behind white pickets.
Suffice it to say that I did not last long at the Griffith.
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In that case, run long and far from the lodging house. In 2014 almost half of the general workforce is women compared to the 15 percent in the 60's, and the percentage of women in manager positions in recent years has increased by about 30% since the 1940's.
...
What I'm saying is, women will inherit the earth if they aren't already.
So don't bother with a sound mind; you can predict the future.
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Only 30%? [ -- yes, she's just steely enough to look at that sort of progress and deem it not nearly good enough. ]
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Not accounting for the top secret underground base full of lady masterminds ready to conquer all of time and space that probably exists out there.
[tbh sam can see it, with people like jody existing]
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And are you ready and willing to accept the eventual coup?
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I for one welcome our new overlords.
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[ she laughs. ] You'll do alright here -- and not merely due to your taste in supreme leaders. I'm going to give you my frequency. Give us a shout if you need anything, Mister Winchester.
[ she isn't usually so forthright, but he's been a good sort. funny and polite. and capable. a hunter seems a little like the sort of person whose business card you want to keep in your back pocket. ]
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I gotta find something to occupy my time, anyway.
[Helping out just seems like the usual thing to do, you know.]