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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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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.

[ No stop nobody should like him, what are you doing!! But... at least he offers up a nod of introduction because while he's a dick, he's not always the biggest dick. ]

It's Dean, though i'm gonna guess you knew that already.

[Too late, Dean. You are liked.]

Only in a very distant sense. I saw you... the other you, once. Coming to visit Sam on the Red Fish, when he was asleep.

[ Gdi. ]

Asleep? [ Uhh, that sure makes him sound like a massive creeper. ]

It's something that happens to people occasionally. They just fall asleep for no real reason, and stay out for sometimes weeks at a time. Educated guess says it's [She moves her hair and taps the spot behind her ear for emphasis, here. Also her ear is interestingly pointed. You know, like an elf.] them playing around with people.

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[ That's a weird number of things to take in at once, considering he just asked what he thought was a fairly simple question. Pointy ears, mind control, and comas aren't really things he knows what to do with, so he just picks one and runs. ]

Does it happen out of the blue?

[Not like you can't revisit the others at your leisure, Dean. What do you really have to do right now other than ask questions?]

Seems to. Maybe it's some stupid plan to drum up entertainment if a ship isn't being entertaining enough. Might be a...glitch? That's the word that means something technological messing up, right?

[ He has to... uh... hm. That's a good question. ]

Right. Could be a glitch. But i'm not sure why sleeping would be any more fun to watch, but hey- people get their rocks off all kinds of ways.

It induces worry in the people who care.

[She is unable to make any kind of soap opera reference as those don't exist where she's from.]

But no, I can't claim any insight on why Atroma does what it does to any of us.

Sometimes it's not worth it- trying to understand. Especially if these are people we're talking about.

[She inclines her head in agreement.]

Well, some people do bad things for reasons they can justify. It doesn't excuse it. Nothing excuses slavery.

They obviously think they've got a good reason.

[ Which is the crux of it isn't it. The fact that whatever reason they've got, means they all have to stay here. Not that Dean has anywhere better to be.. ]

Or that they'll never get caught, so they don't care about consequences.

[She shrugs one shoulder.]

I could sit here, speculating and complaining all day, but that's hardly a proper way to greet a person, even under shared circumstances.

[A small smile.]

That's really a topic for when you can get to the alcohol.

[ oohh... don't tempt him like that. Now he's utterly distracted, and have the heaviest of sighs. ]

I'd take a glass or two right around now. [ Or, y'know, twenty. ]

I know that feeling. The Marsiva has plenty of food, but they're not so generous with the spirits. However, once you're shuffled there are two taverns on the Iskaulit.

[ Yeaaah okay fine, he likes you. Doesn't mean he's even remotely capable of showing it. ]

Glad to know there's still more than one bar in space.

[~*~\o/~*~]

Be glad that if you had to get dragged here, it's when we do have them. A few months ago, we didn't have any. It was horrible.

[ OH GOD that means you could run out again, doesn't it. Panic panic. ]

Where'd you get it from, then? [ PRIORITIES! ]

[Oh Dean. Syeira doesn't run out on people. Nor does she give up on them. You'll learn.]

Before we salvaged the Iskaulit, we had to just buy what we could find on the stations. I'm fairly sure that's what the taverns themselves are doing, but on a larger scale.

So we're just banking on the misfortune of abandoned ships.

Not exactly. Waystations are hmm... They're little docks out in the middle of nowhere, where you can get supplies and such. Some have been very abandoned, and others not so much. You just missed the one called Starlight Station. It was very overpopulated, very loud, and very bright. It had a little park. It was very nice.

[ Man, once upon a time that would've been right up his alley... he has no idea if it would be anymore. ]

And so we raid their pantries while we're there. But i'm guessing that's not where we get the food for the rest of the fleet. [ Which is to say, where does that food come from and does he need to worry about it. ]

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sorry hover menu strikes again

LOL NO IT'S FINE i thought i had done it jaklf