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driftfleet2016-03-03 02:17 am
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-03 02:17 am
Entry tags:
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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I'm fine. Guess my augment decided to go a little haywire.
Heard it does that, sometimes.
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[He huffs a mirthless laugh.]
But I've seen what happens when you go to booze first.
If I'm going to be tired and confused, better off not drinking to make it worse, right?
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[she's not going to mention how she is kind of a prime example of what happens when you go to booze first.]
If it helps, you haven't missed anything but total bullshit?
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Because what else can you do, really?]
Bullshit, huh? What kind of fun bullshit would that be?
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[His smile is a bit more genuine, at least.]
Still nice and frozen, right? You been okay on money?
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[She sounds remarkably casual about this.]
Did you ever find out what the cargo causing all those problems is?
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Haven't learned a thing.
... But I'm kinda more interested in learning what happened in this kitchen of yours.
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The cargo that caused all of this? Is gumballs.
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[He smiles more earnestly.]
Did we ever figure out what's so great about this gumball cargo?
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The Atroma are just using it to fuck with us. Or they're using us for illegal smuggling. One of those.
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[............... Now he's wondering if it works on her.
:|a]
Are you sure they're not doing both?
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[that depends entirely on if a panic attack counts as 'working'.]
Both seems possible, too, yeah.
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And actually, I think holy water differs a lot between worlds.
Holy water in my world works the best against demons.
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Seems like alchemy could've played a part.
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Why is that a thing you would want? That sounds kind of... terrible.
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[He clears his throat, looking a cross between wistful and sheepish.]
Back then, my brother was dying, and I didn't have a lot to work with.
But he didn't want that, and I realize now that it'd be a pretty crappy way to survive.
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But, if he was dying, he got better?
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[A flat-out lie, because Dean did die. He didn't get better. He just got to live again. One could argue that a part of him never actually resurrected, but then, Sam could say the same of himself.]
We got a little supernatural intervention, anyway. Now he's right as rain.
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It's amazing what a good healer can do, right? I've recently started to think healing magic is the most amazing kind there is.
[... she's assuming 'supernatural' means 'magic', because really, what else could it mean?]
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He smiles a bit in return; hey, life sucks, but at least she's smiling.]
Oh, yeah. I mean, I'd be screwed over more times than I can probably count, if I didn't have some kind of healer handy. It's a literal life-saver, especially in my line of work.
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What's your line of work, anyway?
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Sounds bad in a place like this with so many different people, but... I was a hunter. Basic gist is, we travel from mysterious murder sites to the next, finding out what's killing people off and handling it. Usually ghosts -- vengeful ghosts, especially. We put them to rest.
[He's open about it because it'll come out sooner or later anyway.
These places, they rudely flay your mind open and lay it all out, sooner or later.]
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