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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.]
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And her hands are coated in fresh, wet blood and it's making her pulse speed up. The tension in the room is winding down, and within her it just wants to kick up more. She takes a slow breath, lets it out.
It's been a while since she'd been around fresh blood.]
I need to wash my hands. If you're okay [this half directed at Sam, half Nami, for the one who might explode, and the one who would be left to clean up the mess], I'm going to go clean up. I'll be right back.
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[Her gaze also drifts to Cas as she speaks. She looked horrified earlier, but now she just feels bad. This'd be akin to Sam finding out there was a reality in which he lost to the devil, huh.]
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but cas doesn't have time to feel sorry for himself here, when they've got sam to take care of. ]
Not your fault. Don't worry about it.
[ he says, nodding toward syeira as she goes, easily aware of how uncomfortable she seems to be but he's got his hands full enough here, he can worry about her later. ]
Go on, drink up. You've been out for awhile, you're probably dehydrated.
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Ah... Yeah...
[He looks around tiredly at the blood.]
You guys should go. I mean... I'll clean this mess up.
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How about-- [She finally gets up off Sam, and offers him an arm to help himself up.] You go and treat that before you do more damage to yourself. And get your bearings. [Take a minute to get your head straight. It's all the space she can offer right now.]
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She's right, go clean yourself up, Sam. Take a shower, clear your head, we'll take care of this.
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... Alright. Shower. Okay.
[He moves toward the bathroom, still feeling a little disconnected.
But right -- right. Shower, a place to clear his head.
Can do.
Can friggin do.]
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After a moment, she flicks a tired glance to Cas.]
What was he drawing on the wall?
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once sam's gone though, he sighs and lifts his eyes to the smeared mark on the wall. ]
Angel banishing sigil. Probably would have launched me out to the middle of nowhere, outer space, if he'd gotten it off. No idea if I've got enough grace left in me for it to work, but I'd rather not have found out.
[ a beat. ]
I'll grab some towels.
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She doesn't respond straight away, her thoughts turned inward, but when Cas turns to go she glances up sharply.]
Hey. Will you be all right?
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I'm, uh.. yeah. [ he says, a little uncertainly, then nods. ] Yeah, I'm fine. Not me you need to worry about, anyway.
[ and he's off for those towels, now. ]
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But you know, that's clearly a conversation for another day. Nami crouches down to pick up the pieces of glass from the floor, then heads for the kitchen to get water.
What a mess.]
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it doesn't take him long to snag up a handful of towels and get them damp before he's back in the hall, scrubbing away at the half-dried sigil on the wall. ]