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driftfleet2016-05-10 02:34 am
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-10 02:34 am
video.
Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Red Fish
When: Today-ish
[Sam's currently taking the time to heal after certain people we shall not name shot him in the arm; it's all good, it's all good. Pop some pain meds, keep the arm from getting worked too hard, it's going great. But now that he can't go do some work down on the moon, he's a bit more restless. Maybe he should tell Katie about his arm, have her work a little magic mojo...? Or should he just. Not tell the small child that someone shot him in the arm. Anyway.
He takes some time to voice some internal stuff. It was mostly spawned by Nightingale, and he can't help but speak up; it's utterly bizarre, he thinks, that he does that now. Speak up. He's still shitty at it, like, 60% of the time, but every percent counts. He compares it to the guy who was dying in a chapel not so long ago, and really, the amount of worth he's found in himself compared to then is staggering when he thinks about it.
Things change. He feels like he's been changing at a vicious pace for the last eleven years. But is that so surprising? Considering the friggin' circumstances, he supposes it only makes sense.]
Someone here asked me how to think positive.
More than that, how to be positive about yourself. And honestly? That's a work in progress. Don't get me wrong, you're talking to a hypocrite if I go... chiding you on healthy outlooks. But you know, someone from another world gave me a task, back when I was low — I mean, really low. She said... Even if it's only once a week, once a month, you should stop and remind yourself of something positive — about yourself. Some good thing you do, or some skill you have. Something that makes you you. Strengths. Foundations for others to work off of. Or hey, maybe you just like the way your nose looks.
If's kind of important, isn't it? Feeling like you're worth something in some way. I'd argue it's kind of a survival technique, right? Believing in your capabilities, they kind of help you get through rough situations. Help you be a better person, or contribute in a way that makes you feel like an important puzzle piece.
[He sweeps his hands though the air, palm-up, simply gestures that come with conversation. One arm is less lively than the other.]
And yeah, I can already hear some of you, telling me to pipe down on the armchair psychology, can it with the talk show advice. Kind of sappy, right? But I mean — hear me out, huh? Humor me.
What's something you guys like about yourselves?
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And if you give some creepy, flippant, or otherwise wise-ass reply for some chuckles, we get it. You like how edgy you are.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Red Fish
When: Today-ish
[Sam's currently taking the time to heal after certain people we shall not name shot him in the arm; it's all good, it's all good. Pop some pain meds, keep the arm from getting worked too hard, it's going great. But now that he can't go do some work down on the moon, he's a bit more restless. Maybe he should tell Katie about his arm, have her work a little magic mojo...? Or should he just. Not tell the small child that someone shot him in the arm. Anyway.
He takes some time to voice some internal stuff. It was mostly spawned by Nightingale, and he can't help but speak up; it's utterly bizarre, he thinks, that he does that now. Speak up. He's still shitty at it, like, 60% of the time, but every percent counts. He compares it to the guy who was dying in a chapel not so long ago, and really, the amount of worth he's found in himself compared to then is staggering when he thinks about it.
Things change. He feels like he's been changing at a vicious pace for the last eleven years. But is that so surprising? Considering the friggin' circumstances, he supposes it only makes sense.]
Someone here asked me how to think positive.
More than that, how to be positive about yourself. And honestly? That's a work in progress. Don't get me wrong, you're talking to a hypocrite if I go... chiding you on healthy outlooks. But you know, someone from another world gave me a task, back when I was low — I mean, really low. She said... Even if it's only once a week, once a month, you should stop and remind yourself of something positive — about yourself. Some good thing you do, or some skill you have. Something that makes you you. Strengths. Foundations for others to work off of. Or hey, maybe you just like the way your nose looks.
If's kind of important, isn't it? Feeling like you're worth something in some way. I'd argue it's kind of a survival technique, right? Believing in your capabilities, they kind of help you get through rough situations. Help you be a better person, or contribute in a way that makes you feel like an important puzzle piece.
[He sweeps his hands though the air, palm-up, simply gestures that come with conversation. One arm is less lively than the other.]
And yeah, I can already hear some of you, telling me to pipe down on the armchair psychology, can it with the talk show advice. Kind of sappy, right? But I mean — hear me out, huh? Humor me.
What's something you guys like about yourselves?
...
And if you give some creepy, flippant, or otherwise wise-ass reply for some chuckles, we get it. You like how edgy you are.
action.
ANYWAY—]
You might want to keep indulging in being parked at a moon. Sure, it's crappy down there, but it doesn't take much time before people start climbing the walls in-between places.
action.
You want me to keep indulging, huh.
[ Are you implying you want him to drink more? Because he's entirely capable of that. He's just somewhat bemused by the fact that it's coming from Sam, though he doubts that's what he's implying. Not the point, though. ]
action.
I'm saying there's a lot going on there and you'd probably like having something to take up your day. Like, I don't know. Hustling space poker. Which is totally doable here for at least the first three or four times.
[............ yeah sam hustled poker
for nostalgic's sake, okay, good ol' hustles]
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About as long as you can get away with it when you're not in space.
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[.............]
They might shove you into a boxing ring, but hey. Could be fun.
[RELEASE ALL THAT TENSION.]
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Do you.
Do you really. ]
It's more fun without the ring.
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[He is going you such a look right now.]
Dean. Seriously. I'm not gonna bail you out of pollution prison if you cause some barfights.
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[ Are you trying to shame him, cause it isn't working. He just sort of.. shrugs. NBD bro. ]
Even if you don't end up in prison for one.
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He's always been more sensitive than he's ever let on. You know it, Deano.]We've at least done the prison thing already, didn't agree well with me.
Maybe they'll force you to play boring puzzles instead.
Like people in an old folks home.
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[ Dean grumbles into his coffee, clearing his throat after a moment before he finally looks back up. He doesn't look ashamed of himself, no- but he certainly looks perturbed. ]
They make you play chess.
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fuck, he's trying so so hard not to laugh]
Pardon?
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He's just staring so hard at Sam; if you laugh there will be hell to pay. ]
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BUT YOU CAN'T STOP HIM ANYWAY...!]
... Grand chess master, Dean Winchester.
Champion of the old man war games.
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Just going to sip his coffee with seething death glares. He hates you forever, Sam Winchester. ]
Prison would've been better.
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This is genuinely one of the happiest moments of his life aboard this fleet, man.]
Maybe I'll nudge them, see if they can't build you an exclusive cell.
You can play chess there.
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[ Do you know how sick he got of chess after those bar fights. Do you know. ]
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Don't think that's how you play chess.
[#smartass]
... You could do paintball?
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But if there was moment where Dean might be inclined to grin, this would be it. But he doesn't, instead he kicks up his feet and arches in eyebrow, manages to look invested. ]
Now that i'm damn good at. [ He's been playing. A lot. And kicking everyone's motherfucking asses. ]
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[............................... ohrightyoushothim
Well that's a horribly awkward topic he doesn't even mean to fall into. He cuts himself off. Oops. Um. Nah it's cool, it's cool. He pats a hand on the counter.]
Darts would be nice. They have some dart tournaments.
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Why.
WHY.
It sure makes things awkward. Dean finds himself staring off towards Cas' room for a moment - paranoia over his unwaking state, the loss of his grounding - before becoming engrossed in his coffee because weird guilt is weird and he honestly doesn't know how to feel about it, sober or not.
Thank god for subject changes, even if darts? Dean just looks back. ]
Those I could do.
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He would sigh in relief if it wasn't burningly obvious. So he doesn't.]
They can't even say you're cheating there, too. It's all you.
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No one cheats at darts.
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... Uh... well. I think a few people here probably could...
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Mutants, right? Among other things?
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... I guess we're in and out of our comfort zone at the same time.
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