driftfleet | into the distance a ribbon of black

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into the distance a ribbon of black

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. ]

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[Hey! Cas is an angel! In a...non-literal, more euphemistic way.]

We're at one now. Fore warning, when you're free to head out, the planet is extremely toxic. They'll give you a mask. If you don't wear it, you will very likely get sick. It's quite unpleasant, but you won't die.

[Says the voice of experience. She's currently in because she is recovering from excessive poisoning. Oops?]

[ GOSH OK FINE Cas is the only non asshole of this group.... but god, that's just fantastic. He's all for the idea of getting off this thing, but having to wear a mask to go out on some toxic planet? Sign him up. ]

Because this couldn't get any better.

They're not always terrible. The planet full of tropical islands was nice. Well except for the outfits. That was awkward. And then they exploded.

The outfits not the islands.

[ Fuck that. ]

Definitely makes me want to put on a mask.

Oh. Excellent point. I'm going to use that next time someone frowns at me about wearing one.

I don't think they will explode, just for clarity. Atroma provided the clothes that exploded, and it only happened after we left the planet. The masks were made by the natives.

And nobody who's put them on has had any problems?

Not as far as I can tell. Everyone seems to be fine with them on.

Just a pain?

[She smiles, very small, bashful, with the tiniest hint of some kind of wound in there.]

I don't like things over my mouth and nose. I'll breathe a little miasma over not being able to breathe at all.

[ Ah. Okay. That he knows to leave alone. He might be an asshole, but he's not enough of one to go poking where there's no reason for him to. ]

Planet really worth going out there for that?

[That's nice of him but kind of misses his mark. ]

For real sky and open space, absolutely. We get stuck drifting through the void for too long too often, in basically what amounts to metal boxes, not to take advantage.

[ Nobody ever said he was good at comforting, well, anyone. But goddamn, this just.. keeps getting better, doesn't it. ]

And we're just supposed to sit down and shut up.

Oh no. We're supposed to be entertaining. We're a live performance. We're even being paid.

[She's not at all enthused about it. Because of the whole being kidnapped thing.]

[ ..... welp. There goes his good mood. If only there was a table nearby to flip, he'd be flipping it right now. ]

That's why we're here.

[Sorry. :c

But better to tell him now. If he breaks stuff, he's breaking Atroma's stuff. And it's the very least of what they deserve.]

So they claim. But we've never met anyone outside the fleet that's even heard of Atroma, or this supposed show. I wouldn't put it past interdimentional kidnappers to also be liars.

[ There is that potential benefit. If you're gonna break shit, it might as well be your kidnapper's shit. ]

So we're either public access or entertainment for a couple of voyeurs.

Either way it's... what's the phrase? Really fucked up? And it needs to be stopped.

[There's some passionate heat in her tone there. She's not a fan of Atroma, clearly. But she doesn't waste energy getting riled up with no where to direct it.]

Unfortunately their very careful. There's very little contact from them. I don't think any of us have even encountered the two go betweens in person.

[ Well. He had you pegged kinda wrong. ]

You'd think they'd be a little friendlier. Since they're our biggest fans.

[Nice people can want to beat the snot out of kidnappers too, you know.]

It's a real shame. I'd love to meet Diamond in person.

[And knock the bitch's teeth out.

And by way of explanation:]

Diamond is one of the two go betweens. She usually announces the Shuffle, when new people get assigned ships. When there is an announcement, anyway.

[ Okay yes, that's true. Nice people can most definitely turn into the worst of them, Dean knows that.

... Or at least know how to get really pissed off when the mood strikes. ]

Any idea where she makes this announcement from?

Best guess is somewhere in the Marsiva. That ship is enormous and we've only ever managed to see a small fraction of it.

Because we can't get anywhere. Right.

I'm not resigned quite yet. You find a hole, let me know. I'd be happy to help pry it open.

I'll keep my eyes open. Not exactly one to throw in the towel.

[She smiles at him. It's got approval all through it. Yeah, he's a rough one, but she likes him.]

I didn't think you were. I'm Syeira.

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