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. ]

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[familyremains]

[ Dean's expression goes unimpressed at the offer. ]

I think, uh, if they wanted to "facilitate my health" they would've stepped in twenty minutes ago when I was getting pounded into the floor.

[ Of course, that's not this kid's fault, who's only trying to help. So Dean sighs right after, touching his cheek again and wincing, then looking at his fingers to see if the bleeding's stopped. ]

Thanks anyway, pal. If you find any pain killers or alcohol... I'm not going anywhere.

[paraclete]

[That would probably be a stronger point in Kaworu's eyes if he didn't believe so strongly in freedom of choice. So, instead: ] Fate can't decide whether you do or don't pick a fight. [It's not really a chastisement; it's said more like a gentle reminder.]

But, if you'd like to rest here, I can come back with whatever I find.

[familyremains]

[ Well that gets him a long stare and slow blink. Let's not bring fate into this, alright? Dean's got a lot of Opinions on it, and God and free will are the last things he wants to think about when he's stuck on a space ship out in the middle of nowhere with no way off.

Dean'll still take the pills or the booze if the guy's offering, though. He's not picky. ]

Yeah, thanks. You find anything, you let me know.

[ After a beat, he adds out of courtesy, but the kid is just trying to help. ]

I'm Dean. What's your name?

[paraclete]

My name is Kaworu. Kaworu Nagisa. [It's an introduction, but he makes it sound like he's greeting someone he's known for a long time. Could be eerie, but he's just trying to be warm.] It's a pleasure to meet you, Dean, although the circumstances aren't favorable. I'd like to turn the tide for you if I can, so I'll come back soon with something to help. [That's probably too close to a promise it's not certain can be kept, but when he intends to do something, he claims he'll do it. (That hasn't always worked out for him.)]

[familyremains]

[ The knowing introduction might be eerie if Dean weren't used to it. There are too many people around here that know him from somewhere else as it is. And that's not even getting into people who knew him back home - angels, other hunters - for one reason or another, never good. ]

Uh...

[ The way he talks a little stiff, and the red eyes still have Dean on edge. But the kid seems alright so far. And in a new universe? Dean's grateful for any help he can get. ]

Sure, okay. Thanks, Kaworu.

[paraclete]

[Honestly, Dean's a lot kinder and more tolerant than the humans Kaworu's used to. He's used to creeping people out. More than that, he's used to being reviled. A human who knows he's an Angel is sure to hate him...

Though people here have been much gentler. Shamefully, it's kind of nice. Seems most of them come from places without Angels.]

See you soon, Dean. [He's smiling with easy cheer even as he turns, hands tucked casually into his jacket pockets.

About twenty minutes later, when Kaworu returns, his hands aren't in his pockets anymore. They're cradling bottles. Four bottles. Four big white nondescript bottles of what seems to be pills, if the sound they make as they jostle while he walks is any indication.]

I wasn't sure how much you'd need, [he confesses. Lilin bodies are mysterious.]

[familyremains]

[ Yeah well, Dean doesn't know you're an angel yet, Kaworu. Just you wait. Although Cas is an angel, but he's about the only good one. ...Or, er, two... But the other one's not an angel........ Anyway, it's a case by case basis.

Twenty minutes go by and Dean's still right where he was before, with a full stomach and a cleaner face, thanks to the cup of ice and pile of bloody napkins balled up in front of him. He honestly wasn't expecting Kaworu to come back, never mind so soon, so he looks surprised by the greeting. And the sight of the bottles.

Dean looks hesitant, looking wide-eyed between the bottles and Kaworu's face. But pain meds are pain meds. And despite being weird, the guy seems helpful. He wouldn't be poisoning him, right? Still, the lack of a label is pretty suspicious. But Dean takes one of the bottles and cracks it open, and pours the pills on his palm. They're unlabeled, too. Could be anything. Definitely all on the up and up here. He looks back up to Kaworu. ]

Well, you sure brought more than I need. Where'd you get them? And, uh, you got a name for these?

[ But either they're fine and Kaworu will say they are or they're roofies and Kaworu will say they're fine, and Dean's the kind of guy who takes stupid chances (Who's roofie someone in public like this, while trapped on a space ship?), so he throws back four of them with a gulp of his soda even before Kaworu's answering. ]