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. ]

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[child_of_bhaal]

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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.

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[kickingand]

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

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

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[child_of_bhaal]

[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.

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[kickingand]

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

sorry hover menu strikes again

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

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

[kickingand]

[ 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. ]

[child_of_bhaal]

[No she shares this concern. Sort of.

Okay her concern is weirder but it's along the same lines.]

I have no idea where it comes from. You never see anyone refilling anything, or doing maintenance other than the crews of the ships. Yet, somehow the kitchens are always stocked with the goo they prefer to feed us.

[Look at her face. It is not a face of someone who wants to eat goo.]

[kickingand]

[ ...... he was somehow afraid of that. After five years of raiding for food on a regular basis, spontaneously regenerating crapola is heinously suspicious. No matter how bad the quality. Food just does not appear, not unless you've got some kind of weird god-tier-level-shit going on. ]

And we're not just supposed to find that, y'know, freaky?

[ Fucked up is much more of the phrase he'd prefer, but he's trying to be a tolerable human being. ]

omg your Dean is so good

[child_of_bhaal]

[Preaching to the congregation here, friend!]

Oh I find it highly dubious, and I avoid eating it if I can help it. But sometimes there is no helping it. There is apparently a middle of nowhere out in the middle of nowhere, and Atroma often likes to take us directly to it.

Or to planets made of poison.

dfjklsa AHHH THANK YOU i try!!

[kickingand]

[ Thank god someone understands his woes. ]

Not exactly looking to starve to death or watch anyone else do it, but- not banking on the reliability of toxic waste dumps, either.

[child_of_bhaal]

Rock and a hard place. Nothing new, right?

[She doesn't actually know a lot about where he comes from, but like usually recognizes like.]

I'm always happy to share resources though, so wherever you end up, just keep it in mind, if you ever find yourself having to choose between goo or poison.

[kickingand]

[ And at that, he snorts. He can't really help it because it's so damn true. ]

Now there's a question I asked myself at least once a week before I got here.

[ ... just a little apocalypse humor. ]

[child_of_bhaal]

Only once a week? Slacker.

[kickingand]

Looks like i'll be picking up the damn pace now that i'm here.

[child_of_bhaal]

Hopefully it won't be too taxing.

So, when you're released, will you be visiting?

[A casual question, but there's plenty the anger could tell her.]

[kickingand]

[ Uhm, please to not be asking what he thinks you're asking- ]

Visiting where?

[child_of_bhaal]

Well I was going to say the Red Fish, but even with our suddenly increased traffic these days, it still sounds odd. So I'll just imply it, and ask if you'll be visiting Cas, if it's all the same to you.

[kickingand]

Yeah, sure- i'll be around. Visiting Cas.

[child_of_bhaal]

Good. You're always welcome. Perhaps I'll buy you a pint.

[kickingand]

And maybe i'll drink it.

[child_of_bhaal]

You better. Or I will.

[kickingand]

Deal.