into the distance a ribbon of black

[kickingand]

Who: Dean Winchester (AU) & anyone willing to put up with him
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: the marsiva if anyone wants!
When: RIGHT NOW

[ There is something to be said for the few seconds before truly waking up, when everything is fuzzy and safe and nothing matters as much as it did the night before. But that moment tends to get shot in the foot pretty damn fast, especially when Dean is prone to waking up with a rush of adrenaline. Made infinitely worse by the realization that a) he does not know where he is and b) the automatic grab for the weaponry usually confined to his body results in nothing. Nada. His pistol is nowhere to be found, the blade in his jacket is missing, and no amount of grappling about solves that problem. And while he finds the comm device it only annoys him further because it's not his damn gun.

Which is right around the instant Dean shoves himself off the bed and shouts near as loud as he can manage- ] The hell is this! [ Followed with some more grumbling. ] Be better if I asked which Hell is this.. swear to God, this shit never gets any better.

[ It’s too echoey, too sterile, and the immediate need for answers is almost overpowering. He doesn’t give two shits about looking himself over, pushes aside thoughts of the last image that flashes across his mind, and instead gives one more look around the bed he woke in to try and find his weaponry because fuck this shit. Why he’s unarmed is of particular concern and a vast amount of silent panic, but he doesn’t want to stand here and leave himself open to anything either. Which implies moving, something that takes only another second to decide upon.

Not that he’s going to be going far…

No, after a brief stint of stealthy meandering, Dean manages to find himself striding down towards the medical wing because why the hell not. Where it’s near impossible to resist the urge to start rifling through just about everything he can get his hands on. Because Dean Winchester is a Class Act. And because living through the apocalypse tends to make one appreciate medical supplies, especially when you're inclined to... start shit. ]

Comments

[passingthrough]

Hi, Dean. Guess this means you don't remember being here before. [Too bad. They'd come to an understanding. Briefly been crew mates.]

[kickingand]

[ CUE MILD HEART ATTACK.

Dean is not the best at handling surprises - never has, never will be. But at least his reaction mostly happens internally, though he does... sort of freeze on the spot. And look around expecting to see someone before, okay, that voice did not come from behind him, but in his pocket. This is spectacular. Give him another second to figure out what's going on before-- Oh. Okay. This isn't weird at all, talking comm thinger. ]

I've been here before?

[passingthrough]

[You'd have less of those if you ate fewer cheeseburgers with a side of pie.]

Surprise? It wasn't long. We both arrived two months ago and got assigned to the same ship. Then you disappeared. [For all she knew he'd been here a dozen times before that too, but it was all fresh to him then. Of course she also knew him a little from her time in the prison, but why complicate matters now?]

video.

[collegedropout]

Whoa — Hey, man. Guess they caught you at a bad time.

[But then, the last time Dean arrived, they got into a fight and Dean fist-fought... and took apart part of the Marsiva wall... Alright, so Dean is 0 for 50 now. He puts his hands up, smiling crookedly, almost a wince. He's glad to see Dean, though. Really, really glad, especially since the last time he saw him might very well be the last.

He should probably - warn him about Lucifer back home, huh?

Baby steps.]

You alright?

video.

[kickingand]

[ And there it goes. Shit just hit the fan.

Dean's not altogether sure if it would've been easier if the last thing he'd heard hadn't been-- no, alright, he isn't going there. But it's been five years since the last time, five damn long years and Dean is in no way prepared for this. He wouldn't have been prepared for this back home, but here it's somehow even worse. Out of his element and entirely unprepared, it's all Dean can do to keep from breaking his device in an instant.

You are the very last thing he wanted to see. Thing. Not human. Not when he doesn't hear anything Sam just said because of the simple fact that all he sees is Lucifer. That's all he's been for five years, is Lucifer, and that's not going to change in the next second. ]

Where are you.

[ That's a totally legit question, right? Though that tone he's using might be a touch brusque. ]

video.

[collegedropout]

[... That is ominous.

But -- it's his brother, you know. There's always a reason for the rough tone. Sam probably did something to piss him off, or Dean's had a rough time back home, or he's got... something shitty to lay on Sam, some kind of bad new update from home that'll get them both quiet and drinking. He's way, way too used to it out here. Oblivious, he frowns, looking concerned.]

I'm on my ship; the Red Fish.

But you're not going to be able to leave the Marsiva until you get shuffled onto your own ship. You remember the last time, or...? Actually, no, I'm pretty sure you don't remember. Relax there. We've got time.

private;

[heavenonearth]

[ .. welp. ]

Sorry, Sam. He's uh, he's mine. He's probably not gonna be.. too receptive.

private;

[collegedropout]

... I noticed.

[And boy Sam looks absolutely ready to sleep.

For a year.]

It's alright. I mean... As long as he's not shooting me, right?

[A-ahaha... haha... ha...]

[heavenonearth]

[ ... well if you're not a fucking sight for sore eyes, buddy.

cas recognizes him immediately, always would, even with a screen between them. it's dean, his dean, the one he's spent five years in hell with, the gruffness, the expression, the clothing says it all. even without 'em he'd still know, though.

he shouldn't be as glad about it as he is, considering dean's been more or less kidnapped, here, but you know, the fleet is still a thousand times better than home, and cas has been - well, shit's been shitty. so gdit he's not going to feel guilty about being glad about this. ]

Hey, ugly. Over here!

[ there's probably a.. screen around you somewhere, right? or if not, enjoy his disembodied voice. ]

[kickingand]

[ Well, as it stands, right now he's not exactly glad about anything, but whatever, maybe he'll get here. Maybe. But right now, the important part is that is a voice he knows. And a voice he more than well tolerates, despite for the fact that it seemingly racks his guilt up a notch higher.

He still turns because WHAT EVEN, this is weird, he doesn't like it, he's probably going to break something in t-minus five seconds.

But at the very least, there's something to be said about Cas' presence that entails calm. Except for the fact that you're not actually here, which is concerning in its own right. Whatever. Consider him really utterly confused.... until the thing that looks like a tv set becomes glaringly obvious. ]

Your sorry ass got dragged here too, huh.

[heavenonearth]

[ don't break things, dean, god you're like a bad anxious rottweiler. still, he sees the hackles lowering a bit, and that's as good enough sign as any, really, and cas can't help but break into a toothy grin. damn it's good to see your cranky mug. ]

Sure did, a few months ago now.

[ which he knows dean's going to be all funny about. so cas is quick to go on. ]

I'm sure you've got about a thousand questions, but don't break anything, all right? You're safe.

video

[child_of_bhaal]

[She waits a bit, watches both Sam and Cas greet him, the conversations unfold, as at as she can, anyway. She never really spoke to Dean when he was here before. It was too brief and she'd only seen him in passing when Sam had fallen into that strange sleep that happens sometimes.

But this person doesn't seem like the the same guy who had come to visit his unconscious brother. Dean looks harder, meaner, like he's expecting a fight. Or going to start one if it's not provided. So it's a different time, for this one, and so an utterly different person.

It doesn't give her much to go on, but enough to get a general idea. He's okay with Cas, hostile to Sam. Alright then.

She leads with kindness. Understanding. Commiseration.]

Frustrating, right? Being dragged through time and space isn't enough, they pen you in on top of it. It might not seem like it, but it gets better after you get placed on a ship.

video

[kickingand]

[ Dean is more than ready for some commiseration right about now, even if it's just to bitch about the simple fact that he's here. Though, there's something to be said for not being dead but-- once again, he sure as hell isn't going there with anyone. And so he can still complain about it, because he's not where he once was. Because he doesn't honestly know if this is what 'better' is supposed to be. ]

How does that make it better.

Re: video

[child_of_bhaal]

[One of Sye's talents is in giving of her attention and empathy to sometone who needs it. This man obviously needs a little empathy.]

You still get stuck in a metal box and the food is a serious down grade, but you can carve out a space of your own. The Marsiva always feels like a holding cell, no matter how nice the fair is.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'm guessing you've already gotten all your answers, but-- if you need something, I'd be happy to help. The first few weeks are the roughest.

[kickingand]

[ HOW SO NICE. ]

Any idea how many people are here?

[theshabbiestofmen]

[IT'S A GIFT]

Mm . . . roughly, I'd guess around two hundred? But that's not any kind of official census. I'm Remus, by the way.

[Action]

[only_skin_deep]

[Having arrived on the Marsiva the day after Dean had it had been an extra day before Mystique's temper had cooled enough to interact with anyone without it ending in blood spilled. The limited space they had to move around in meant that she would eventually run into him during their stay on the ship.

Considering they were being watched the entire time it seemed pointless for her to hide her true blue form, any shifting she would do ending up on one of those hidden cameras. In a way it was a little freeing, not having to hide. Not that she would admit that, one had to keep up a certain face and reputation of being ready to tear the throat out of someone if they even looked at her funny.

She was however amused to watch Dean scurry around the ship and looking like he was trying to steal everything that wasn't nailed down.] Sure you have enough pockets to hold all of that?

[Action]

[kickingand]

[ Good thing for Dean that he wasn't entirely foreign to the idea of those who look, well, different. It's not like he had it in him to be utterly reactionary anymore - at least not in the same way he used to be - and besides, he wasn't completely dead set on knowing how he was supposed to behave here. Except for how he still had his habits, ones that weren't utterly set into stone.

... Just like his inclination to steal shit that might be useful. Eventually. At least he wasn't breaking everything in sight, so there's that. But meandering through the halls was really all he had, which was why he was at least somewhat surprised when someone up and spoke to him.

Though really, you couldn't fault him entirely for taking a second to get past the blue. He wasn't even going to apologize for the way his eyebrows lift for a few moments, both in part due to the fact that someone's talking to him and the blatant fact that she's not altogether human. But she hasn't tried to off him yet, so- y'know. Baby steps. ]

I'll manage. Not like they're doing anything with it.

[Action]

[only_skin_deep]

[A good thing too, Mystique was able to stand that second glance, even expected it, but anything more than that would had incited a snap of anger. It was now a natural instinct from years of hate thrown her way, easier to strike out first rather than wait for the other person to do it. It simplified things, for her at least.]

Very true. [She may also had spent the earlier part of the day searching for anything that could be a weapon, planning to raid the medical labs for anything that would fit her requirements.] Haven't come across any scalpels or syringes, have you? [Polite first, always polite. It was so much easier to use people if they thought you were on their side.]

video. throws you another one, why the fuck not

[throwsdown]

[Takeshi is always interested in seeing if anyone he knows passes through. Dean had been a friend of sorts before; not here, but in the last ship he'd been in, back in the Tranquility. Before so many people vanished and the whole place crashed down. Now that he sees good ol' frustrated Dean again, he's quick to hope, to hop on the feed eagerly.]

Dean! S'that you?

It's Takeshi. If you don't remember, that's okay.

[He partly expects him to not know.]

Are you alright?

YES GOOD

[kickingand]

[ A kid is here.

A kid.

A kid that knows who he is, which is all kinds of not. good. Not because he suddenly hates kids or anything, but because he isn't suited to anymore. He doesn't know how to not be this thing that he is. Not to mention, the fact that a kid's been kidnapped here is enough to piss him off that much more, though he just sort of clears his throat and tries... to stay calm? ]

I'm fine, kid. You're the last person who needs to worry about it.

[throwsdown]

[He shakes his head.]

I gotta' worry! You're my friend. Um, and my teammate! 'Cuz we're on the same side.

You're okay? You're pretty mad.

video; - super late to the party, like whoa

[universal_charm]

Know I'm late to the party here, but got any questions someone else hasn't covered?

My name's Kirk, by the way. Jim Kirk.

video; - psh never late!!

[kickingand]

[ DEAR GOD ALL YOU NICE PEOPLE, stop it!! .... though okay he'd rather ask everyone else questions than Sam, so that's a thing. ]

Dean. If you haven't already met me. [ Which is apparently a running theme around here, too. ]

Any idea how many planets we've been stopping off at?