OTA || BELLYFLOPS INTO THE TOXIC SMOG

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Who: Sam and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The smoggy area!
When: The night of the party!
Warnings: Sam's getting shot by a drunk bro so that's a warning I guess if that concerns you. That's gonna be MATURE!!!!

(Feel free to find him at any point in this post, and don't sweat any timeline botching. ;))

Sam goes out to look at the smoggy tides, because he's an idiot who is curious about everything; it's always been sort of a problem for him, even before he was brought into the family business. Curiosity kills the giant lanky cat. Only nah, he's fine. He's got his mask with him, he's got his warm tuxedo and coat, he's not at all minding the mud he's getting on his really nice shoes. How often's he gonna wear those anyway? He's gonna hang out with certain spacegals-turned-grounders, of course. Looking for the patches of fog that exist out there, taking notes and overall just being completely reckless. What, they're allowed the luxury when they're already from reckless professions back home, right?

It's all pretty interesting. Sam'll be on the look-out for anyone lingering out here, though, tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck.

He can be found observing the toxic clouds, looking (un)surprisingly melancholy. Mostly because the clouds he sees? They're forming the issues most heavily weighing on Sam's mind as of late — it's himself he's looking at, of course. Him, who is growing devil horns and sprouting a tail, so utterly ridiculous and cartoony that Sam chuckles darkly and wonders if the toxic smog has a sense of dark, dark humor. It almost seems to crackle with the weight of Lucifer's cloud presence alone, but Sam knows better. It's just his own head, messing with him. The Lucifer-shaped mist laughs in his head alone, a memory from his own painful dealings.

Fuck you, buddy, he thinks. He eventually moves to cross through the smog sometime later, into the other side of the embankment.

Good to see what's out there, right?

Good to keep up to date on this world. Plus, there could be some spooky monsters out here that nobody's talking about, causing these toxic smog clouds. You just never know. The last world he was in had evil death clouds, so this isn't a crazy idea, he swears.

THE MORNING AFTER:

Feel free to run into Sam as he prepares himself some coffee; he looks a bit like he drank way too damn much the night before. But really, he kinda just got shot in the arm the night before and his forearm is hurting something fierce. Crushing pain pills and antibiotics into tea is totally acceptable methods of medicating yourself, right? Cool. He'll be discreet as he can be about it, but it's kinda a fool's game to try and hide something that hurts and will continue being a pain for a few weeks.

Let him know how your masquerade went, since he left early.

He really wants to know, okay! It's important to keep up on the latest news and gossip. Obviously.

Comments

[namisan]

[How anyone lets him get away with it 8|

She puts her mug down on the table with just enough force that a hungover person would probably flinch horribly. Isn't she nice. :D]

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[Lucky him, he's used to Dean. But he winces anyway, squinting at her and waving his good hand in surrender.]

Okay, okay, I get it.

...

I got shot last night.

[namisan]

[jkdfhafa she was expecting more denial and instead you go and throw that at her-- JFC SAM SHE THOUGHT MAYBE YOU'D GOT INTO A BRAWL

...she smiles brilliantly.]

Oh, is that all? Let me see.

[Danger Will Robinson]

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[oh lord]

It's really fine - it wasn't that bad, I mean. It didn't hit bone and it was a through and through.

I just lost some blood, just need a little rest.

[namisan]

Did you see a doctor before deciding this all on your own?

[idgaf if ur a mighty manry hunter sam there are like medical labs on the ships and shit for a reason. More importantly:]

Who shot you?

[She's not really interested in seeking vengeance!! for Sam, because she's pretty sure Sam can dish out more damage than she can if need be. But it'd be nice to know if she had to avoid someone.

...unless it was Dean. Then she may have to kick him in the nuts.]

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It's not that bad.

[He's pretty much the dad trying to convince his son his knee is only mildly scraped; gotta quell Nami's wrath. He slowly pulls up his nighttime shirt sleeve to show the bandaged forearm.]

It was just some spooked guy out in the fog. Saw something and was a little drunk - and I was my usual fortunate self. Walked pretty much right into it.

He ran off, I came back here.

[A shrug.]

Dean was spending the night in Cas' room, was able to sew me back up before I over-leaked. It really wasn't... Anything much but a crappy hand of poker, if poker was, you know. Life.

[namisan]

[She leans forward the moment he pulls up his sleeve, because she's gonna take a look for herself if you don't mind, gently peeling those bandages back. She'd forgotten about the fog-- so honestly, yeah, that explanation makes sense. Glances up once in surprise at the mention of Dean on the ship, then goes back to her inspection.

Yeah, Sam's right. He'll live.]

You should've just come back to the party. It was closer. [But hey, the edge is gone from her voice. Now she just sounds exasperated.] Did the guy apologise, at least?

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[He huffs, but it's a pleasant sound.]

No, the guy bolted. I think he was freaked out that the tall guy was going to look for retribution. [He smiles fondly as Nami finishes her inspection.] Pretty sure the shit-pants look is apology enough, don't you think?

[namisan]

Nope. He should've made sure you got medical attention at the very least. [And also, sadly for Sam, some part of this doesn't quite ring right. She's trying to put her finger on it.]

What'd the guy look like? You'd recognise him if you saw him again, right?

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[Goddammit, Nami, you nosy punk. :|

Luckily, he's smooth in reply.]

It was dark, but he was kind of short, blond, maybe light brown? To be honest, it was kind of difficult to focus, what with the whole... hole in my arm thing. But... [He sighs, smiling at Nami like he's trying to soothe her concerns.] Really, Nami. It's alright.

but, uh, I won't say you worry too much. Because I don't want you to slap me on the head.

[namisan]

[With slightly less vague details, her curl of intuition settles. GJ, Sam. She snorts, picking her mug up again.]

I know it's all right. You're not dying, some moron is an asshole. And if I want to slap you upside the head I'll find other reasons pretty quick.

Don't hide your injuries from people.

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[Aha.]

Sorry. I guess that's... just kind of a force of habit.

[namisan]

Well. For the record, there's no point hiding it if you're gonna do such a lousy job of it. [She grins faintly.]

m'a pirate, Sam. I see my friends skewered on a regular basis. You know Zoro once tried to chop his own feet off? I'm not gonna panic unless you're--

[--bleeding out.

...hah. You did that too, didn't you. Well.

She finishes eloquently with a shrug, not willing to bring that up again, and takes a long pull of her tea. Takes a moment before she adds with deliberate lightness:] Your booboos are safe with me.

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[He smiles.]

You're making me want to work on my hiding skills, critting it so much.

[But... okay, okay. He gets it.]

I know. I've caused you plenty of grief already, is all. I figured... getting shot in the arm is kind of just expected at this point. Like — basically you rolling your eyes and saying, 'Well, there he goes again.' It's an unfortunate Winchester skill.

[namisan]

Yeah, but a good friend would give me every opportunity he could to roll my eyes at his expense. [Nami pls. But mainly she's just defaulted back to teasing, so you're in the clear.]

Have you told anyone else on board?

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[Erm.]

... Dean knows? What with patching me up.

And, uh. That's it, so far.

[Though he at least knows it won't be much of a secret.]

[namisan]

[Sigh.]

Do me a favour. If you've got a medical officer on board, at least let them know you were hurt. You remember how miffed Simon got when we completely ignored his presence on board after that fight. It's their job to look after you.

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[He sighs.]

That would be our captain, actually.

I don't know, he seems to have his own issues to work out right now. I don't wanna really add on it or anything.

[namisan]

[Huh.]

I thought Sye was captain.

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... It's complicated?

... We kind of have two captains.

[ha]

Our ship isn't the most functional place in the fleet.

[namisan]

Oh, jeez. The Huntress had this problem too. [UGH. Stupid Atroma and their screwing around with this kind of idiocy. She huffs.] Do your two captains at least get on with each other?

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As far as I can tell.

... But frankly, if I'm honest... I'm not sure how any of these ships are still floating after all this time. The crews around here... yeah.

[namisan]

No crew out here is even remotely set up as a functional and efficient crew. You ask me, they probably pick out augments and captains by pulling numbers out of a hat.

[Sigh.] I guess, though, we don't need to be competent. It's not like even as a captain you have any kind of free will out here that matters.

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[He sighs, put-out by the thought.]

Yeah. It's a little harder to work here when they've practically got chips in our heads.

[namisan]

Entertainers rarely know much about the jobs they pretend they're doing, right?

[Sigh.]

Oh, well. I guess if you run into complications you can come and see Simon instead. He's, uh. Very dedicated to his craft. {And was actually a doctor before the augment, which always helps.]