driftfleet | OTA || BELLYFLOPS INTO THE TOXIC SMOG

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.

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[Aha.]

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

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.

[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.

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?

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[Huh.]

I thought Sye was captain.

... It's complicated?

... We kind of have two captains.

[ha]

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

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?

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.

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.

[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.

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.]

I've noticed...

But he's relatively tame, compared to some pirate crews I know.

[He smiles sweetly.]

[She smiles sweetly back.]

Don't make me hit you.

Just aim for the face, not the arm.

I'm violent, not a sadist.

How's the tea. Help any? I mean it's meant to cover hangovers and not bullet wounds, but...

The tea's great, thanks.

[He's just gonna leave his poor bum arm be while he sips on his drink.]

Honestly, getting shot aside... it was a really fun party.

[He grins.]

Oh, well. [A little huffy. But then she grins.] I guess as long as you enjoyed it to that point.

[She raises her tea mug.] Cheers.

[Shuddup that's what we do with our tea now.]

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