driftfleet | 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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[The look on Mystique's face was a cross between annoyance and irritation, not bothering to hide her feelings on the news. It made things harder, not impossible, but harder. A blade would had been useful. Her guns even more so.]

Do suppose it isn't a smart thing to arm your captives.

[ Really, he understands the frustration. Dean isn't particularly happy about the fact that his proverbial comfort blanket has been stolen, though it's probably better for everyone's safety that way. He just can't help but feel some manner of naked with them.

All Dean can manage is a slight cant of his head, a recognition that they're both... really kind of fucking unhappy about their lack of weaponry. ]

Not unless they're trying for a riot.

Oh, you can still do that without weapons. [All it took was the right set of words to work a crowd up into a frenzy.]

I assume you haven't gained any more information on the situation than I've managed to obtain through some girl's welcome guide.

[ Riot's are always easy- people will lose their minds after a rather large variety of things, something Dean knows a little too well and has no intention of saying anything about. Which is why his interest is piqued that much more-- ]

You got a welcome guide?

You haven't got it? [Pulling out her com Mystique pushed a few buttons on it, having gained a basic idea of how the device works, and sending the document to him that she had been given.] Here, it's basic, but from what I am gathering no one has a clear idea of what is happening here, just little sheep going along with the rest of the flock.

[ ... Nobody thought to share this piece of information with him, goddamn, even if it doesn't turn out to be very useful, he might pick up an extra thing or two. Which is more than nothing at all. ]

Maybe if the accommodations were worse, people'd be more interested in getting up in arms. [ That's not entirely true; Dean's not even sure where this ranks above being dead. It's doubtful he'll even figure that out with due time. ]

From what I have been told, it's near pointless. Our captors don't show their faces, barely contact those held here, and never really answer questions.

However, it doesn't change the need to be armed. [Just in case. Better to be prepared for anything.]

Like shouting into the wind. Yeah. I get it.

Still gonna agree with you- bein' loaded's a man's best friend. [ And he means that in like twenty different ways. ]

And a girl's, we're not exclusive to diamonds. [Although one did have to have funds to afford the arms.]

It may be the case of just getting creative with your choice of arms.

Everyone's best friend- that float your boat a little better? [ Because he's happy to be gender neutral, even if a saying is just a saying. ]

But i'm not about to start using, what- a fork to make my point, if that's what you're getting at.

Quite. [It was answered with a hint of a smirk as she moved more into the room, slowly heading around it to spot anything he might had missed.]

A fork can be very handy in the right situation, even one of those little plastic ones, jammed into a sensitive place is more than enough distraction to do more serious damage.

[ Dean stays put, instead choosing to watch her move, only slightly outwardly suspicious but altogether waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just like it always does. ]

You can say that with just about anything. [ Except maybe toilet paper but yanno. ]

[Don't be so quick to dismiss toilet paper, shove enough of it down someone's throat could easily cause suffocation.] At which point arming yourself shouldn't be a real issue then, should it?

Also, this implant, [There was a sneer of anger at the thought of having it embedded in her.] Does seem to have information on a security position, so I can only assume there would be no point in providing such information without having the weaponry to back that up.

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