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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.
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Other student?
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At home, I taught a child the art of the sword.
[And now he's off being a national terrorist :') My how they grow up.]
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Though I'm pretty sure yours is way more acceptable at the time than ours is.
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[...] They're also allowed to wield their swords at peasants if it's to preserve their honour. I believe your own time no longer allows such a thing, so yes.
[Your time has a lot more accountability. Which is a good thing, she thinks.]
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Just before, actually. I think I mentioned later that I made a friend at that time. He was...
We met because he was under attack from one of the feral dogs in the area, and he was quite small. I stepped in to protect him. [In light of Sam loving dogs, she'll refrain from explaining how.] He asked me to teach him, and I accepted.
[With provisos.]
His grandfather wasn't so forgiving. I believe I've mentioned before, but it's terribly shameful for the son of a samurai clan to be protected by a girl.
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I understand; sounds like a difficult situation.
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...yeah you are getting honest to god laughter, Sam Winchester. If pretty quiet.]
I was under the impression you needed neither teaching nor protecting. [She is so, so amused. But hey, the sentiment is appreciated.]
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I — well, I get into trouble plenty...
No matter how old you are, there's still always something to learn or get better at, right?
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[Without directly offering, so if he's just kidding around that's a less awkward out.]
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He chuckles.]
I don't think swords are really my best skillset...
But if you happen to know any decent meditation technique, I really could use 'em.
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[.....annnd sex, but let's not go there. :D]
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I think I'll leave the wonderful shamisen music to you.
You'd make it look centuries better than me.
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Hmm. You are a bit large in comparison to the instrument...
[...is she making fun of you.]
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Y-yeah, I kinda... am...
It'd be a funny picture, I'm sure...
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Do you play any instruments at all?
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Not really. My brother played a little guitar when he was younger, but I wasn't really any good at that kind of thing... I was more, um, of an academic kid. Good in school.
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It's a shame, though. I haven't come across many western instruments, but... there was a piano in Adstringendum.
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[He smiles.]
Sure would be an easier vacation there, now that everything's set to rights.
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[Even if she has to die horribly the second she gets back. It's okay, she'll get ... better...]
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It'll be like revisiting an old friend.
... One that you hated off and on.
[He laughs softly. As terrible as Adstringendum could be sometimes, he can't bring himself to completely hate it. He found a lot of self-worth there. A lot of help for the destructive way he'd lived. He can't hate it for that reason, even if he hated the animus -- and even then, you had your... interesting exceptions.]