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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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[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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[She shrugs.]
I was an adventurer back home, myself, which means I've fought and killed a lot of monsters. Been killed by a few, too. But in these interdimensional shitholes, I've met a lot of friendly ones. Hell, one of my teammates was a vampire who wanted to be a superhero, so...
It's just a difference between worlds sometimes.
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Man, yeah. Just wish there was an easier way to make people believe I come in peace.
... I mean, unless they start chopping heads off or eating hearts. But.
I think everyone's in the clear.
[hopefully]
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I haven't heard of any problems yet, anyway.
Maybe it would help if you let them know you're on their side, if the more asshole kind of monster hunter shows up?
[... it's pretty clear she has no idea how to talk to people, isn't it.]
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That's kind of what I've been working with. Full transparency. Or mostly, anyway. Keeping that sort of thing secret looks bad, I'm thinking. So I've been making it a habit to admit it whenever it comes up, really.
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