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Dean Winchester | SS Windrose | video/action

[familyremains]

[ a; video broadcast to the Windrose ]

Windrose? Really? Alright, first things first, let's vote on renaming the ship. SS Enterprise, going once...

Oh and hey, where am I sleeping?

[ b; action on the Windrose ]

[ Dean'll be exploring. Especially if anywhere's locked, he'll be breaking in to check things. Cockpit? He'll be there, poking around where he shouldn't, looking impressed. He'll be finding wherever security's keeping the guns and claim at least one for himself (and checking out the lack of ammunition, figuring out how to dismantle and reassemble it quick), and he'll be making ugly faces at what constitutes as food in the kitchen. ]

Guess they weren't kidding.

[ He's prepared for most of this, except the bed thing. He'll also be avoiding windows out into space, looking sick and popping some pills when he happens to glance at any. As soon as he's settled and has somewhere to take a shower (they have showers in space, right?) and get cleaned up, he'll be heading out to the space station. Because it's the closest thing to being on the ground this place has got, and he's all but running for it. ]

[video]

[imahologram]

Why would the Enterprise be any better as a name?

[familyremains]

Well one, because it's not Windrose, and two... I'm guessing they don't get Star Trek on the Millennium Falcon?

[ Because, wow, this chick is a dead ringer for Carrie Fisher. Talk about playing to your strengths. And playing to a grown man's boyhood fantasies while she's at it. ]

Let me guess, they caught you on the way to a sci-fi convention?

[imahologram]

They didn't, as a matter of fact.

[EXTRAORDINARILY SKEPTICAL. She'll just skip the sci-fi convention comment, since she's not entirely sure what it means, and she sure doesn't want to ask this guy.]

The Windrose is a clever name. You know what one is, right?

[familyremains]

Yeah. Of course I do.

[ He has no freaking clue. But like he's going to admit it. He'll just have to ask somebody else later, just like she's going to do about sci-fi conventions. Except that Dean's not about to drop that issue. ]

So if it's not a convention, then what? You get paid to dress like that? Kids parties? Vegas casinos? Pornos?

[ Please let him be shacked up on a ship full of porn stars. This intergalactic vacation might just be worth the trip. ]

[imahologram]

[WOW, DEAN, WOW. Leia bristles, drawing herself up a little taller within the video frame. "Vegas" means as little to her as "sci-fi conventions," but the rest of it is crystal clear.]

I don't know where you get off commenting on people's clothing, dressed like that, but I'll have you know that I am a diplomat.

[You're kind of scruffy-looking, bro, you should probably step off before she calls you a nerf-herder.]

b;

[therewerefifty]

[Makie rounds the corner with a cup of tea in hand, just as Dean swerves away from a window, and her eyebrows raise. Pills, huh.]

Is something wrong?

[Sup. Pale Japanese woman in a kimono at your service.]

[familyremains]

Nothing.

[ He answers, before looking at her, even though he's, you know, panting and sweating, and leaning back against a wall like it's a life raft, and throwing back pills like they're candy. Then he gets a good look at Makie, and stands up straight, and holds the pill bottle behind his thigh, and generally does everything he can in ten seconds to look presentable.

Seriously, is this ship all hot chicks? Dean hit the freaking jackpot. ]

Nothing, I'm good. Just, uh... [ He starts to glance back towards the window and then quickly schools his face back away from it, forcing a very fake smile. ] Not a fan of flying.

[therewerefifty]

[...it's terrible that she finds that kind of endearing, right. The trying to straighten himself up part anyway, though she usually sees that in men much younger than this one. Her smile definitely looks a little amused anyway for the brief time it's there, and then Makie moves forward, settling her tea on a nearby counter.]

A fear of flying or does it make you physically ill? I certainly hope the medication works either way, or I'm afraid your time here will be quite uncomfortable.

[familyremains]

[ It's only terrible if "endearing" means she wants to mother him instead of.... you know, the good stuff.

Not that Dean's thinking that of her, I mean, come on, they just met. ............. Anyway, he's still feeling airsick, so that takes some of the enthusiasm out of his shamelessness, at least. ]

Sickness and fear, hand in hand, skipping gleefully together into Upchuck Town. That's me, alright.

[ The only pills he's got are a mild painkiller, and he's taking a lot of them, so no, they don't really help. It was easier on the bigger ship. Wasn't as rocky, and they had shots of the good stuff on top. But he'll find something better than anti-inflammatories to suck down soon enough, and then he'll be good. ]

This place has a door, right? We're on some kind of... space station?

[ That's the gist of what he's getting from the broadcasts he's seen - that there's a real city out there, with grass and everything - but he hasn't manned up and explored it yet. If it's just empty black space... He'll be better off holed up in this thing. ]

[therewerefifty]

[Endearing as in it's so cute that you tried, really. But Makie can appreciate even a pretense at manners. She looks a little confused at first because where the hell is Upchuck Town seriously-- I'm 18th century, dude, what is this slang you're using.

She's also used to not understanding half of what people say, so she lets it go. Particularly as he has a question she can actually answer.]

You can exit the ship from the docking bay. And yes, I've heard it called that. It's a very large and very chaotic place, but I've no doubt a man like you will find all manner of entertainment you could appreciate.

a.

[thebestseller]

You know, I never thought to vote for a name change. Wonder if Atroma would do it?

[familyremains]

Who says Atroma gets a say? We got to live on it, we decide what to call it.

You really think anybody's gonna get their collective asses down here to say otherwise?

[ 'Cause Dean's tried that, causing trouble to get attention, and it hasn't worked yet. ]

[thebestseller]

Oh, they'll probably erase our memory of deciding it or something.

[familyremains]

...Right.

[ Somebody mentioned that to him, the memory thing. But it probably doesn't bother Dean as much as it should. Not like he hasn't lost memories before, most of which he hadn't missed. He wished he'd lost more, honestly. If only TPTB were ever not dicks. ]

So how's that whole selective amnesia thing work, anyway? Somebody's got to remember, or else nobody would know they'd lost memories, right?

It ever happen to you?

[thebestseller]

It did when the whole Fleet was trapped on the Marsiva. People would wander off, discover things and try to record them, but once they woke up the next morning, it was gone. Happened to me, too, and I can't really remember what it is I found.

action;

[unbearablynaive]

[Sup Dean, have a tall maroon guy who appears silently in the kitchen after hearing that.]

I've put in for an upgrade, but I'm afraid we need further contributions for it to take effect.

[familyremains]

[ Excuse Dean from staring and backing up a step and staring but wow, you are a tall, maroon guy. And Dean's seen a lot of weird before, but he's never seen one of you. ...As long as you're not trying to kill him, though... Sure, talking. Dean can do that. ]

Upgrade?

[ He looks around, trying to figure out what the guy means. ]

Like a stove or something?

[ Your resident co-engineer, buddy. Aren't you glad this is what you've got to work with. ]

[unbearablynaive]

[Not an uncommon reaction so he takes it in stride - and notes this one is probably not from a space-faring background.]

Yes, that's part of it. More flavors of protein, more textures for the gel, and additional cooking implements and spices. Until then, the station we're docked at has a far superior selection of cuisine.

[familyremains]

Cooking implements. Awesome. This place sure as hell needs it.

[ Yeah, it does, looking around at a whole lot of nothing. And you better believe he'll be going to the station for something edible. ...Soon as he buckles down and gets over the whole "floating in space" thing. He looks back to the, uh, large maroon man. ]

So what kind of contributions are we talking about? How much do we need to pull in?

[ Because you're obviously talking about currency Dean can win over poker hands and pool tables, right? ]

[unbearablynaive]

The protein gel does supply all the necessary nutrients, but the stock flavors do get rather boring after a while, I'm afraid.

[Ah yes, questions about the economy. This is familiar enough territory and he nods.] Normally, our ratings from the show would be our primary source of income, and you'll find the prices of each upgrade listed in your communicator. However, it seems our accounts have been frozen by the local law enforcement for carrying unlicensed cargo. It's necessary to earn spending money on the station for the time being.

b.

[mistyday]

[Misty... was definitely not in the kitchen when you first arrived Dean, but now she is! And we're not really sure when or how she arrived! Magic??? Or is it just that she's not wearing any shoes and doesn't make any noise when walking?

Either way, she is suddenly at his side as he peers into the fridge.]

Weren't kiddin' about what?

[familyremains]

Oh, uh... Hi.

[ Dean smiles and leans back a little as he meets her eyes, obviously happy with what he's seeing. Ship full of hot women. They weren't kidding about the reality TV thing either, were they? As long as it stays The Bachelor and doesn't go sliding down into American Idol territory, Dean will keep being cool with it. He turns back to the fridge and his smile drops again, back to what it was. ]

I got warned about how bad it was... But I got to tell you, this is worse than I got told.

[ He pulls out a plate of sliced wheat protein solid. ]

What is this? It's like colorless Spam.

[ He leans in and sniffs it, before pulling away and scowling deep as he looks back up at Misty for help. ]

Is it meat?

[mistyday]

[Not American Idol... just American Horror.]

Not like any meat I've ever seen.

[She reaches across his chest and into the fridge, grabbing a little container of what looks like seaweed. She opens the container, takes out a piece, and hands it to him.]

Try this instead. Tastes just like bacon, I swear.

[familyremains]

[ Honestly? He'd take American Horror over American Idol. He's better at murder and survival than he is at singing, sad as it is to say.

Doesn't mean he wants American Horror in his fridge, though. He doesn't move away when she leans across him, but he sure does lean back quick when she's offering him seaweed and calling it bacon. His eyes move from the piece to her face, up and back, but he takes it all the same. ]

Bacon. Green bacon. So Kermit and Miss Piggy finally sealed the deal. Never thought it would happen.

[ For all his bitching, he still eats it, and it... yeah, it takes pretty close to bacon, got to give her that. Still chewing it, mouth open, he finally asks. ]

Alright, not bad. So what is it?