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driftfleet2016-01-28 09:47 pm
familyremains) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-28 09:47 pm
01 [ video / action ]
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. ]
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. ]
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My world? What, Earth?
You know, you aliens look different from the picture on the box. You look almost human.
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...Well, I suppose Earth. But there are different versions of Earth.
Good for you, though. I'm not human. Not even a tiny little bit.
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And you're not part of Atroma, either. So mind skipping past the crap and telling me who are you?
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And before you get all Winchester-y on me, I'm not that Crowley. A demon, yes, but not that name stealing bastard.
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[ Adjective, Dean. ]
And you're a demon named Crowley, but not that demon named Crowley.
Oh yeah, pal, you're real convincing.
[ And just like that, Dean's making a mental checklist of how to exorcise a demon in space. He may not have guns or holy water, but he's got salt. Painting a devil's trap won't be easy, but he'll draw the damn thing in blood if he has to. And then it's just a matter of remembering all that latin. ]
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[Dean that is super rude, okay. ]
We always have this problem and it's very irritating. I'm not...what was he? Crossroads? I don#t bloody know. Anyway, I was never human. Demons in my version of earth don't work that way. We're all fallen angels.
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[ That gets Crowley a slow blink, and an equally leisurely gesture as Dean readjusts his stance. ]
Oh, so... What you're saying is you're less like the Crowley I know, and more like Lucifer?
[ Dean smiles, like he's close to a laugh, except it's not funny. ]
Dig a little deeper, man. Do it yourself, and I won't even have to bury you.
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The only thing me and Lucifer have in common is that we both Fell. He's actually really fucking pissed off with me, what with siding with humanity and all and screwing up his end of the world plans.
And I don't have to convince you of anything. You asked me who I was, and I told you.
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Hang on, go back a second. You're an angel that fell because you sided with humanity.
And that's it. That's how you became a demon?
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The choosing humanity's side came during the apocalypse. Again. Because I saw the whole-scale destruction of the planet and the people who lived on it utterly pointless.
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Am I getting that right?
[ Alright, Dean's less impressed, and that seems more aligned to the demons he's familiar with. But he'll take this guy over the Crowley back home, at least. As far as first impressions go, anyway. ]
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[Which...is not the truth, but like hell Crowley's going to admit how much he genuine adores humanity. He has his pride. ]
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[ Pride is a sin, Crowley. Not that Dean would know anything about it. ]
And how do you feel about being some douche alien's Reality TV Barbie? You good with that?
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Eh. It's not the best situation, but it's better than the last place I was in.
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[ Walked right into that one, pal ]
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And before that it was London. I haven't been in Hell for centuries.
[SO SUCK IT, WINCHESTER.]
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[ NO YOU... suck it... CROWLEY.
Nice comeback, right? These are his best brackets here.]"Magical castle," though? You serious? Because, not gonna lie, I'm picturing you riding a unicorn down hallways with rainbow rugs, sipping champagne while being cheered on by your singing muppet lackeys.
That's one hell of a vacation for a demon.
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...I'm really not fucking kidding.
Anyway, I don't have lackeys, muppet or otherwise, so this lovely picture you're building of me in your head is more than a little off base.
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There was seriously a unicorn? And it farted rainbows.
[ And yes, Dean's totally picturing Crowley riding it. ]
Oh, that's good.
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There was. It belonged to come cowboy guy?