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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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No, it doesn't. He's going to tell Dean there was a bad complication with the ritual after he finishes pulling the energy out of my soul. It was a big spell. Dean'll be upset, but he won't know.
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...there is a tiny part of her that wonders if that's better than being stuck with Lucifer again, and that irritates her. Her mouth twists. Damn you, Sam, for messing with her world view.
No, she doesn't really mean that.]
It's not the end, Sam. It doesn't have to be. Getting pulled back here might be a good thing. [For more reasons than just "your life sucks anyway".] You can try and find a way around it. That's what these time-frozen places are good for.
Or Dean might come through at home before everything goes to hell, or Cas-- [There's an unmistakable twitch to her hands, because she is thinking about throttling him right now]-- I don't know, realises he's fucked up and does something right--
[Miiight be picking up speed, so maybe it's Nami's turn to babble, hope you don't mind.]
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[He reaches out with both hands, puts them over hers, even if the injured one stings in protest. Gives them a slight squeeze. Then he smiles thinly, but with some level of warmth. He's not going to tell her what The reaper had said. He's already made her worried, freaked.]
It's okay, Nami. If it is -- if that's all there is to it, I mostly just... I don't want to leave Dean by himself. Him and Cas. That's the worst part of it, really. But... you're right, too. Maybe something's different. I passed out, so... Maybe it'll be okay, when I wake up.
[He tries to look a bit brighter, despite how bad the day's been.]
And you're right. I mean, this place leaves room for more options.
Like the last.
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...yeah. Yeah. I mean-- Cas did a ritual that sent people where they wanted to go, right? You could make use of that, or try, or-- if-- [If Cas can be trusted. Sam's already trying to defend him, so she thinks Sam either still trusts him or is trying to convince himself to.
What a mess. But she's not writing anyone off, even if this is painful to hear and she doesn't want to think about it too hard.]
So. Nobody's giving up. We'll work it out, right? [She manages a crooked grin.]
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But he'll try his damnedest, for Nami. Besides, the best thing he can do right now, even if he is screwed...? Is try to hang in there, get back home, and fix it. His hurt hand reflexes weakly into a fist.]
Right.
Work in progress. We've beaten pretty crazy odds before anyway, right?
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Exactly.
[She even sounds like she believes it. Long months of being a
shounen heroineStraw Hat. She'll fret on her own time, don't you worry. And try not to kill your bff. But speaking of which--She shifts her hands out from under his, tapping at the injured one.] Cas-- the one here-- says you were making an angel banishing sign. Is that right? Can anyone do those?
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... Yeah, they can. It's, uh. Not exactly a good idea to do when an angel you like is in the same area as you, but. It does the trick. Requires you have to do it in blood though.
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[...quieter.]
Will you teach me?
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[He runs a hand over his mouth, quiet, sad lines in the shape around his mouth.]
... I can teach you.
You deserve to know it, anyway. If Lucifer shows up, you knowing me would put you in danger.
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[Because she will break your nose. Just sayin'.]
But I will take precautions. Does it have to be blood? Fresh blood?
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[A pause.]
We learned it from a -- uh. A friend, a long time ago, and we don't usually carry blood on us in general, so... maybe it could work? It's just. You know. Hard to test that theory without maybe getting killed.
[He offers a grave little smile.]
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Well, if it comes down to a choice of dying to the devil or losing a little blood, I think I know what I'll choose.
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[He clears his throat, smile strained.]
Too soon to tell morbid jokes? Maybe drinking is a better option.
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[She's quiet for a moment, then straightens in her chair.] Worse than this has happened to you before, right? You got through it okay.
[Just, y'know. Don't count yourself as dead or ruined just yet.]
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Right. I've gotten through way worse.
We'll see... Move forward, for now. Maybe there's a solution here, in another world.
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[Whether she's trying to comfort him or comfort herself, who knows. Sam's tough. He'll roll with this and move on. Just maybe he doesn't have to chew over this all by himself.
Don't think she won't drag you home with her if she gets the opportunity, just FYI. If there's no other recourse.]