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driftfleet2016-03-03 02:17 am
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-03 02:17 am
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ACTION | guess who's back, back again (and sad about stuff)
Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Red Fish, space station
When: Today (3-3-16) and for rest of week in the station!
I. RED FISH - Locked to those involved in his waking up.
[The last thing that flashes in Sam's mind is pain - a sort of blinding, horrible, familiar pain. One he's endured before, both inside and outside the Cage. The last memory he has is of Lucifer -- Castiel -- Lucifer, it was Lucifer, and he had speared his hand into Sam's chest and gripped his soul there, pinched his nails into the light and was twisting it, wrenching it, pulling a scream from him before he lost consciousness. And then suddenly he's wide awake with a gasp, jumping up and staggering. He's so out of it, memory still a scratchy blur. Where is Lucifer? He puts a hand to the ache where the devil's hand had been.
He has to get Dean. Save Castiel. But he has no chance against... no chance...
His first thought isn't a space ship, and his first thought isn't being lightyears from home. His first thought is I have to protect myself, or Dean is definitely dead. He smashes a nearby mug, the glass a temporary weapon. Then he staggers out into the halls, the dreary skull decor right out of Lucifer's handbook, white glass clenched in hand.
His vision swarms in colors. He cuts his hand wide open. He's always cutting his hands open. He puts his hand to the wall and begins to paint a symbol in his blood. A sigil. Angel banishment. It will get rid of Lucifer; get him out, make sure he can't twist his fingers in Sam's soul again, give Sam time to think, wrap his pounding brain around what's happening. This isn't the bunker...? Was he teleported?
He's nearly done with the sigil. His hand is steady enough, and it's only minutely sloppy from the rush of finishing it before anything splatters him on the walls...]
II. Red Fish - OTA
[It's not too long after that his memory returns fully to him (and with it, guilt, because he kind of almost banished Cas into space). He sits in the kitchen with a troubled, thoughtful expression taking over his features, his hands wrapped around a less broken mug -- tea. His left hand is bandaged again, and every once and a while he presses the thumb of his uninjured hand into the wound. It's real. He breathes in, breathes out. He won't ask for this to be healed; he'd like it left as is.
He doesn't leave the kitchen for a few hours, just until he can... pull himself together. Something.
Castiel said yes. For some reason, he said yes. Dean is on a submarine heading for death. Sam is probably dead. Dean's vanished from the Fleet. He tries to piece together a silver lining.
Can't currently be done, turns out.]
III. Space station - Bar - OTA
[... Well, he can't just lock himself in the ship. The next day, he forces himself to return to the bar he's been working at; the main owner is surprised to see him, said that an orange-haired woman had told him he was likely not coming back in. Sam wastes no time reclaiming his place behind the bar, and he pastes on a slight smile as he prepares drinks for the ladies at the end of the bar, same as usual.
They say fake it 'til you make it, and Sam's always been pretty good at it.
(Until he's not, but whatever.)
This too shall pass. And then he can let it fester without concerning anyone else, like normal.
(There's gotta be something he can do.)]
IV. Space station - shopping - OTA
[Towards the end of the week, he goes out to see what he can afford on the credits he has. As it turns out, there's some very colorful yarn that he thinks Katie or Sansa might like, so he buys that. He also finds a new mug to replace the one he broke, because he does kind of feel bad that he shattered a perfectly good mug. Maybe he should just spend his credits buying other people stuff, because he's actually kind of feeling a little better doing that.
And that is went Sam became a temporary shop-a-holic.
One may find him traveling back with a few bags of things.
...... Just. Y'know. Things.
Maybe this is why there are talkshow specials on compulsive spending.]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Red Fish, space station
When: Today (3-3-16) and for rest of week in the station!
I. RED FISH - Locked to those involved in his waking up.
[The last thing that flashes in Sam's mind is pain - a sort of blinding, horrible, familiar pain. One he's endured before, both inside and outside the Cage. The last memory he has is of Lucifer -- Castiel -- Lucifer, it was Lucifer, and he had speared his hand into Sam's chest and gripped his soul there, pinched his nails into the light and was twisting it, wrenching it, pulling a scream from him before he lost consciousness. And then suddenly he's wide awake with a gasp, jumping up and staggering. He's so out of it, memory still a scratchy blur. Where is Lucifer? He puts a hand to the ache where the devil's hand had been.
He has to get Dean. Save Castiel. But he has no chance against... no chance...
His first thought isn't a space ship, and his first thought isn't being lightyears from home. His first thought is I have to protect myself, or Dean is definitely dead. He smashes a nearby mug, the glass a temporary weapon. Then he staggers out into the halls, the dreary skull decor right out of Lucifer's handbook, white glass clenched in hand.
His vision swarms in colors. He cuts his hand wide open. He's always cutting his hands open. He puts his hand to the wall and begins to paint a symbol in his blood. A sigil. Angel banishment. It will get rid of Lucifer; get him out, make sure he can't twist his fingers in Sam's soul again, give Sam time to think, wrap his pounding brain around what's happening. This isn't the bunker...? Was he teleported?
He's nearly done with the sigil. His hand is steady enough, and it's only minutely sloppy from the rush of finishing it before anything splatters him on the walls...]
II. Red Fish - OTA
[It's not too long after that his memory returns fully to him (and with it, guilt, because he kind of almost banished Cas into space). He sits in the kitchen with a troubled, thoughtful expression taking over his features, his hands wrapped around a less broken mug -- tea. His left hand is bandaged again, and every once and a while he presses the thumb of his uninjured hand into the wound. It's real. He breathes in, breathes out. He won't ask for this to be healed; he'd like it left as is.
He doesn't leave the kitchen for a few hours, just until he can... pull himself together. Something.
Castiel said yes. For some reason, he said yes. Dean is on a submarine heading for death. Sam is probably dead. Dean's vanished from the Fleet. He tries to piece together a silver lining.
Can't currently be done, turns out.]
III. Space station - Bar - OTA
[... Well, he can't just lock himself in the ship. The next day, he forces himself to return to the bar he's been working at; the main owner is surprised to see him, said that an orange-haired woman had told him he was likely not coming back in. Sam wastes no time reclaiming his place behind the bar, and he pastes on a slight smile as he prepares drinks for the ladies at the end of the bar, same as usual.
They say fake it 'til you make it, and Sam's always been pretty good at it.
(Until he's not, but whatever.)
This too shall pass. And then he can let it fester without concerning anyone else, like normal.
(There's gotta be something he can do.)]
IV. Space station - shopping - OTA
[Towards the end of the week, he goes out to see what he can afford on the credits he has. As it turns out, there's some very colorful yarn that he thinks Katie or Sansa might like, so he buys that. He also finds a new mug to replace the one he broke, because he does kind of feel bad that he shattered a perfectly good mug. Maybe he should just spend his credits buying other people stuff, because he's actually kind of feeling a little better doing that.
One may find him traveling back with a few bags of things.
...... Just. Y'know. Things.
Maybe this is why there are talkshow specials on compulsive spending.]
sob yes
[After grabbing a few more of the sweets for herself, Asuka shoves the bag of macarons across the table as if in gruff payment. Her eye roves briefly over the bandage on his hand. He definitely didn't end up with that in his sleep, but she figures if he really wants her to know, he'll tell her.]
[If anything, he looks like he could use some more sleep. Hopefully this doesn't happen often, isn't just some bizarre, depressing quirk of the Fleet when there's not enough drama going on already. She eats her next pink macaron in silence, waiting for his response.]
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Well... It's kind of weird, but I went back home for a little while.
It was a little, uh. Exhausting, is all. But I'm back now.
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[Crunch, crunch. Asuka's gaze keeps wandering towards his hand. She gets it, really. Tiptoeing around her own curiosity.] You look like you need the whole bag.
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I'm good, thanks. Not much of an appetite right now.
[He's got a weird relationship with food, sometimes.
Especially when stress rears its ugly head.]
And I didn't go back to that, no. Guess that's one good thing, right?
Mostly just... trying to deal with some hairy situations topside.
[... Also he's possibly dead. But. That doesn't help anything to say.]
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[Asuka takes the macarons back. She doesn't eat much (she doesn't need food), but every so often there's that urge, like an itch she'd rather not scratch. She folds up the bag and gestures towards his hand, her eye bright and glinting.]
You didn't get that topside.
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And then he sighs softly through his nose.]
I might've freaked a little when I woke up.
It's, uh -- kind of disorienting. I forgot where I was.
[That's not all there was to it. Of course not. But it sure the hell didn't help.]
I, um... cut my hand open to make sigils.
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[She squints at him, probably unnecessarily-- she doesn't have that hard a time with only one useful eye. It's as if she thinks if she looks at him hard enough, she'll start to piece it together, even on the limited information he's giving her.]
Witchcraft? Is that what you mean? [Asuka's about as supernaturally inclined as a walnut, for all that her eyepatch is coated in hex glyphs.]
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No, not quite witchcraft; they use sigils, too, but my world is...
Well, it has a lot going on. Sigils are common to use against the supernatural.
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So what were you trying to get rid of here?
no subject
Nothing. Nothing that was actually here, anyway.
From... what I can tell, I woke up really confused because the augment — well, it's what malfunctioned and sent me back home, I'm assuming. When I returned, I was still kind of scattered. I can't really say what the hell I was thinking at the time, honestly.
[He's not about to tell her that he was aiming to banish Cas.
He shouldn't have had to be involved, regardless.]