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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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[ she may not have the best relationship with dean, but she's also not a total jerk. ]
Sam and Cas will probably want to see you as soon as you can get off of that thing -- they're not on the same ship, as far as I know, but you can visit people pretty easily, from what I've heard.
[ also there are two castiels but rei is so letting sam deal with that ]
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Atroma, Marsiva, and we're all pigs in space. I got the basics down, yeah. Thanks. What I don't know, nobody seems willing to tell. Or nobody knows it.
How 'bout your name? You got to know that, right?
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Rei.
[ easily enough ]
Hino Rei. Luckily, Adstringendum didn't give me amnesia on my way here.
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[ Unlucky for him, because if she didn't remember, then he wouldn't be in the dog house here. But maybe it's a second chance, him not remembering. Or being from another timeline, or whatever. Might as well take advantage and see if he can't do better this lap around. ]
In... [ Adstr....something. ] Where we were before. We know each other long?
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[ mildly ]
I was in Adstringendum for five years -- you stuck around longer some parts than others.
[ castiel has been the one stable person from his universe in her life, and this version of sam has been around for more than a year. ]
You didn't really stick around a lot -- which is probably better. It's not like Adstringendum was a paradise.
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Wow. ...That sucks.
[ Yeah, there's not much more he can say to that. Five years away from home is a long time. And different versions of the same person... Having to introduce yourself every time, start over fresh.... Yeah, that's some kind of hell if Dean's ever heard one. And now she's here, doing it all again.
"How do you get up in the morning?" He wants to ask her. But he knows how. You don't think about it. You focus on one thing, whatever it is that drives you, and you hold onto it. And everything else, you just take day by day.
Doesn't make it easy, though. And he doesn't envy her. ]
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You get used to it.
[ and you do. slowly, but surely. and people do wind up again. there's only been a small handful of people that rei has lost that she hasn't seen turn up again. ]
I'm tougher than I look.
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[ Just because they come back doesn't make losing them any easier. But he doesn't want to make things harder on her, and he doesn't like talking about things like that himself. So he jokes it off instead. ]
To put up with Sam or Cas on their own is bad enough, but both of them? And five of me? [ Unblinking, he shakes his head once hard and lifts his chin. ] You've got one hell of a constitution, Rei, I'll give you that.
When we find whoever put us here, those Atroma people, I'll leave 'em to you.
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I'll leave a few pieces for you.
[ if there is one thing rei hates the most about re-meeting people she's lost, it's having to prove herself all over again. it's nice to be given the benefit of the doubt, especially from someone like dean. ]
And you're all not that bad. I've met worse.
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[ He says, sarcastic but smiling about it. Not much of a compliment, but he'll take it. ]
I can't do much on this rock, but if you need anything once I get off of it, let me know. I feel like I probably owe you, for all that time I can't remember.
[ Or whatever alternate versions of himself did. Mostly, he'd just like to talk to her again. Any friend of Sam and Cas... Is apparently not a friend of his, but he can still do his damnedest to fix that, anyway. Even if it backfires on him for the sixth time, he's at least got to try. ]