01 [ video / action ]

[familyremains]

Who: Dean doing the OTA thing
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: anybody on the Marsiva
When: 1/27 - 1/29


a; (acting alone)

[ The video cuts in accidentally (are accidents ever accidental?) to Dean using a plastic knife of all things to pry a panel, about four feet in each direction, off the wall in front of him. It takes some jimmying, but after a couple seconds, it pops right off, and Dean catches it before it falls more than an inch or so open. He looks around quickly as he slides the panel aside (got to work fast with cameras on and no easy way to disable them), but when he looks to what the panel was covering, his head jerks back in surprise. Then he crouches in close to get a better look. ]

...Really?

[ Behind the panel is a network of machinery, all interwoven, some of it whirring quietly as it moves together like... like nothing Dean's ever seen. He stares at it, his expression as openly mystified as he feels before he slides the panel back on and snaps it back into place. He stands, loose-limbed and completely clueless as to what the hell he's supposed to do with that. ]

Oh, this is way above my pay grade.

[ Seriously. Where are the air ducts? The red and green wires? The, you know, normal wall stuff? Dean thought he could figure this spaceship thing out, but damn it, Shatner and Ford never prepared him for this level of sci-fi weirdness. ]



b; (the buddy system)

[ In the cafeteria sometime later, Dean is scouting out anybody who looks like they could throw a decent punch. Why? To fight them, of course.

Now, he's not going to go right up to somebody and just sock 'em one. Come on, he's not stupid. No, he's going to try to antagonize them into punching him, instead.

Look, alright, it's worked before. ...Except the other guy ended up dead. It's a long story. Anyway.

You can find Dean staring at you if you're the kind of type who looks rough and tumble and easily angered. Or you might find him eyeing up the big burly-looking guy in the corner in a completely no-homo kind of way. You might also observe his fine table manners, as while he's doing his "sizing up" of the room, he's also shoving food in his face and chewing with his mouth open, because damn, you get hungry after puking as much as he has in the past two days.

Or you might find Dean getting the crap beaten out of him by someone twice his size (which is saying a lot; he's not a small guy). You might want to help him, if you're the helpful kind of person, because the non-existent authorities sure aren't going to step in, and somebody should. Or you might find him after nobody did step in to help him because, let's be real, he deserves the black eye and busted lip and bruised kidney he gets. Just don't expect him to apologize if he got any blood on you. A little blood's not going to kill you, and everybody knows a blood splatter always makes for good TV. ]

Comments

a - video

[takeabow]

[ Nova recognizes Dean immediately, but doesn't get her hopes up. Don't count chickens before they hatch and all of that. So in response to his shenanigans, she just has a dry tone ]

You should ask for more, then.

[familyremains]

[ That voice COMES OUT OF NOWHERE, and it takes Dean a few seconds of awkward looking around and gaping to respond to it. This is new technology, here, give him a break. ]

Woah, hey. Is somebody actually paying us for this little commercial break from our real lives?

A!

[mikangirl]

[....that's a familiar face. Sort of. Kind of.

Well, Sam should be happy.]

...Dean Winchester, right?

[familyremains]

[ Oh, she knows him? That's, uh... alarming. But Dean tries not to go right for the worst case scenario. Someone he helped could've told her about him. Because yeah, that always happens. Well, what the hell, why not. It's not like she can slap him through the screen. ]

Yeah?

a; voice.

[brokencopy]

If you're trying to adjust the temperature, you're doing it wrong.

[familyremains]

[ ....Well, that gets him a look along the lines of, "What the hell kind of answer is that?" ......Can the guy even see it, though? Dammit, Dean still has no freaking clue how these screens and communicator things everywhere works. ]

Who opens a wall to adjust the temperature? Do I look like an idiot?

[ Don't, uh... Don't answer that. ]

b

[percolates]

[Scars and heavy eyeliner might say rough and tumble. But Ciri's certainly got a temper, and she doesn't much like being stared at for any reason. Lifting her head, she stares back.]

What?

[All she's doing is poking at the food.]

[familyremains]

[ Well, uh, in her case... Maybe he's not staring for entirely the same reason.

He sits up a little straighter at being caught, then looks around, giving the whole place the shifty eyes, and he even abandons the rest of his lunch to come around to where she's sitting, and point to the seat opposite her. ]

You mind?

[ He asks, but sits down before she answers anyway, and scoots the chair in, and leans his arms on the table, hunched over them. ]

Alright. Gonna be up front with you here, because you look like a no-nonsense kind of chick, so I'm not gonna beat around the bush. [ He sure looks as serious as he sounds, anyway. ] You want out of here?

a - perma-video 'n all that;

[airraid]

( why do we keep bringing people in here that don't seem to have any damned clue as to what they're doing re: technology?

but this guy is using a plastic knife, and.

and honestly joker can't stop laughing to save his life. )

Well at least you're smart enough not to poke the wiring with something that might end up with you toasted on the other end. ( mhm. at least you have that much going for you. ) Congrats on that. But, uh, you're not gonna get anywhere.

[familyremains]

[ Look pal, if he'd've had a crowbar or a steak knife or a damn screw driver, he'd've been using it. But they took away all his toys, and plastic knife's all he got. You don't got to laugh at him for it. At least he's not just sitting around with his thumb up his ass. ]

Yeah? And how do you know I won't?

[ The, uh, getting somewhere. Not the getting toasted part. Although hey, the day is young. Electrocution could still be in Dean's future. Not like it would be the first time. ]

action

[robitussin]

[helpfully noticing him after he gets beat up and letting out a low whistle]

Damn, dude, you look like shit. What'd you do?

[familyremains]

[ Thanks for helping out sooner than that. You're a peach.

Dean looks up at the voice and blinks real slow, his hand still out where he'd wiped the blood off his mouth. ]

I kicked my own ass. What does it look like?

[ He rolls his eyes and groans as he forces himself to stand back up. Christ, why did everything hurt less a decade ago? ...Or did it hurt the same and he's just remembering it better than it was? He sighs and hobbles a few steps close to a bench and falls heavily into sitting on it, head bowed. ]

This was a bad idea.

a; 1/2

[heavenonearth]

[ oh, that's -

oh.

it's like a splash of cold water right down his spine, and cas is pretty glad to be alone here right now, under this tree in this park, so no one's around to see him drop his guard so quickly. he's not even sure whether he should be glad to see him or not, all things considered. ]

2/2

[heavenonearth]

[ ahem, right, here goes the smile. ]

That's, uh, pretty innovative thinking. I guess. Probably wouldn't screw with it any more, though.

b;

[theirinurpants]

[ Well, Alistair doesn't have much of a temper, but he does at least look like he's used to fighting, what with the generally beefy build. Still, though, he's too busy eating the terrible protein mush to register that a stranger is staring at him for a few minutes. ]

Have I got something on my face?

[familyremains]

[ Sorry, pal. There are only so many guys in here that look like they can do the job right, and you're one of them. Dean feels kind of bad about it already, but if it gets them all out of here? It's worth a bruised ego and a little spilled blood, and they can mend the fences after it's over. ]

No. [ Dean presses up his lips and shakes his head, one shoulder rolling. ] No, dude, forget it. Sorry for staring.

[ He looks away, and then he looks back and turns fully around, squinting and leaning in. ]

You know, this is just my first time in space, and all... And aliens? Man, you guys are ugly. I mean, the big heads, the ET fingers. [ Dean does it. The finger waggle. He sure does. ] ...Spielberg's got nothing on you, buddy.

vidja.

[collegedropout]

[Sam is massaging a stiff neck after spending time in the library on the space station — well, not bothering to even remove his hip-down apron either from the bar, because he's kind of actually tired after dealing with aliens. You know, they can be pretty crazy man. He's already had to bust a pool cue over some drunk Star Wars reject's head for trying to saw the pool table in half with his alien teeth.

Long story. Anyways.

Sam stares for a moment at the feed like he's being pranked.

Then — jesus h.]

Wow. You enjoying the view from down there, Tom Cruise?

[familyremains]

Sam?

[ Sorry for your bad luck in having this asshole show up, Sam. But for his part, Dean's nothing but relieved. ...Alright, so it's not great that Sam also got kidnapped by space alien Jeff Probst wannabes, but it's better than getting swallowed up by the darkness and just... being gone. ]

Where the hell are we, man?

[ He asks, eyebrows scrunched together and looking Sam over through the video window. ...Which he takes a few steps closer to, squinting even more. ]

Wait, hang on. ...Are you wearing an apron?

[ Because that is absolutely more important than the whole space alien reality TV kidnapping thing. ]

b

[paraclete]

[Kaworu finds Dean after he's already all busted up. He's a slight kid, an angular teenager who still manages to look soft — maybe that's helped by the moonglow of his skin, he's so pale. His eyes are red and deep with concern; he looks like he's just seen his childhood friend skin his knee.] You don't look well, [he says, voice laden with sympathy, sweet like a honey bun. This kid is seriously invested in Dean, that much is clear already.] What's happened to you?

[familyremains]

[ At least the concern seems genuine, the way Dean's hearing it. So even though he's leaning on the table in front of him with his cheek pressed to it and a napkin ripped up and shoved up one side of his likely broken nose, he can't give the kid too much attitude for asking. ]

Picked a fight I couldn't win, I guess.

[ With a groan, Dean forces himself to sit up, like it might help him look somewhat more presentable.

It doesn't. He still looks like a sad sack of pathetic. ]

You don't got any aspirin on you, do you?

[ He doesn't notice until after he says it that the guy's got red eyes. And Dean lifts the eyebrow that isn't cut up, seeing them. He doesn't ask. He does wonder about it, though. Maybe he's an albino. Got a skin condition, and conjunctivitis. Maybe he's a reverse goth, or something. ....But when is Dean ever that lucky? ]

Broadcast

[theoniongirl]

[with new people, Jilly's default was always to chat or help...but with this, she can't help but just watch, utterly curious. At first, perhaps, it's the oddity of seeing someone tackle a wall panel with a plastic knife. Except...it works.

In and of itself, that deserves some kudos, because that isn't exactly a feat one pulls off without skill and more than a little finesse (something,thank god, she's also too distracted to say because that is not a compliment he needs to hear). But then she catches a glimpse of what he sees, only partially obscured by Dean when he crouched in front of the opening, and...well...that's just fascinating. ]

....I wonder what that all does?

[as far as welcomes go, it wasn't her most helpful. But, hey...at least she's not picking on him for trying to cut through the Marsiva with a plastic knife?

Her own video feed is on, showing a young woman with a mop of dark, tangled curls in an oversized, clean-but-well-worn sweater curiously trying to get a better look at that wall before he closes it back up.]

[familyremains]

Wish I knew. But I've gotten electrocuted too many times in my life as is. I ain't touching it.

[ He finally turns to look up at the broadcast, and he looks surprised by what he sees. No gray skin or extra arms, just a pretty face an a mess of dark hair. ]

I'm Dean. [ Because it's suddenly important to introduce himself now that he's got a visual. ] You, uh... [ He glances back at the wall before looking back at her. ] You know anything about machines like that? Or spaceships?

action- a

[moonbay]

[Before he manages to put the panel back into place, a woman nearby gets a look and gives an impressed whistle at the sight as she walks over.]

Hey, open that back up, I wanna get a look. It's been a while since I had something like that to study.

[familyremains]

[ The approaching footsteps put Dean on edge. He still feels naked without a gun on him. But once she's whistling and going on, she seems harmless enough. Maybe even useful. So after giving her a curious once-over, Dean's eager enough to comply. ]

Yeah, sure.

[ He's faster about it this time, able to pop the panel right off and sets is against the wall next to the opening. He keeps out of the way of her view, but he does look over at the machines inside again. They don't make any more sense to him than the first time, either. ]

You know something about this kind of thing?

[Video]

[flameandpassion]

[ of course dean would dismantle the ship when he first arrives

(she tried to blow a whole in the wall but that's besides the point) ]

You can't get out of the ship, Dean, until Atroma moves you to a new one.

[familyremains]

[ Another girl he doesn't know that knows him? This is like Croatoan world all over again. Dean's understandably cautious, but since she's throwing buzz words around, he'll try to get answers first and save the apologies for later. ]

Yeah, that's what they keep telling me. But I won't know for sure until I try.

So this Atroma thing. You know anything about it? Because I keep hearing that name but nothing's painting any kind of picture about it.

Video

[onlyanapple]

[Dean now, too. ]

Well. Seems your world is terribly popular with Atroma right now. Pay grade or not.

[familyremains]

[ There are so many things Dean wants to ask about that sentence, he barely knows where to start. ]

My world? What, Earth?

You know, you aliens look different from the picture on the box. You look almost human.

b - action

[pneumo]

[ Blood is also incredibly delicious, and whether he gets it on the floor or table or anywhere, Dean has Sascha's immediate attention. And friendship.

Because even if he sort of ignored the whole thing while Dean was having the crap kicked out of him, now that he's bleeding? He is Sascha's Best Buddy and he's going to move from his spot...and scooch up right beside him, kind of staring. More kind of gazing at him actually, like somehow Dean's the most interesting thing in the world. ]

...Hi♥

[familyremains]

[ Jesus christ, Sascha.

Dean doesn't scoot over, not intimidated enough to actually get up and walk away, but he sure does lean as bodily far from the guy staring at him as is humanly possible. ]

Yeah, uh.... Hi to you, too.

[ Seriously, why's he looking at him like that? Like he's a piece of meat? It's uncomfortable. ]

a. video

[frigidaire]

Good luck. The ship doesn't like things messed with. But yeah, go ahead, play ship doctor or something, you'll probably just get fried.

[ beacon of optimism, right here. ]

[familyremains]

[ Well aren't you a ray of sunshine in Dean's cloudy day. He looks about as impressed as he feels by that vote of confidence. ]

Ship doctor? Look, Dennis Leary, I'm not looking to fix the thing. I'm just looking for a way out.

Any ideas?

B

[ofthursday]

[As usual, Castiel has great timing. And by great timing, of course it's meant that he shows up too late to be of any use in an actual fight and instead just sort of runs into Dean by chance.

He tilts his head to the side, momentarily unsure it's actually Dean, just because he's really surprised. Dean had shown up several times in Adstringendum but often left just as quickly as he'd arrived, and so Castiel hasn't actually seen him in awhile except back at home.

But he's really glad to see him, even if he looks somewhat worse for the wear.]

Hello Dean.

You look unwell.

[He only barely resists just reaching out for a dose of angel healing, but he's learned to ask first by now.]

video okay, since this is the marsiva?

[familyremains]

[ The voice is so familiar that, still with his bloodied head down, nursing the wounds (and his pride), Dean almost answers instinctively. In fact, he's got his mouth open for the "Hi, Cas" and everything when he finally lifts his head. But then he gets a good look at Castiel and does a double-take, staring.

Wasn't he... Like a couple of hours ago, he was...? ]

Cas, did you, uh... Did you shower?

[ And shave, and find a new trench coat, and... Yeah, time travel's seeming more likely here. And Dean can't believe he's thinking it. That time travel is the more likely option. What a joke. ]

a: text;;

[reconstitution]

I'm sure the Atroma didn't consider your pay grade at all.

[familyremains]

[ Oh, you can do text, too? Modern conveniences. Just give Dean a couple minutes to figure it out before the answer comes. ]

That was a joke.

[ Seriously, aliens... Aren't they supposed to be intelligent? But hey, maybe this one can help. ]

THE Atroma? It's a THE now? You know what they are?