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[collegedropout]

Who: Sam and you.
Broadcast: Encrypted to everyone Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: Today

[Sam has been the busiest little bee in all the land. After getting Katie to heal his injuries (oh so begrudgingly, but he really, really needs his writing hand for his work), he went straight to work trying to dig through every faucet of the network. Anyone who's been around him on the Red Fish or the Iskaulit will find him nose-deep in the comm, barely paying much attention, working at his station for the comms. Communications is a pretty useful augment, now that he's thinking about it.

And after what's been happening... the de-aging, the malfunctions, the Winter glitch... He's got to risk it and play a little catch-up.

He starts up a connection, encrypted as best he can to the ship rosters currently on board. He figures they might see it anyway, but it never hurts to be thorough. Someone who looks tired and like he's been living off coffee he bought off the moon -- busy bee, alright, the network is a very vast and annoying thing.]

[Video.]

Well, I haven't found anything yet, but I'm kind of working on navigating the deeper, older parts of the communications devices you got here. It keeps record pretty far back -- and it's got a lot of media connected to a lot of people here. But knowing you guys, I'm sure you found the, uh, weird music and television they have from your worlds.

This crap is way more complicated than an FBI database or a credit card company's files, I'll tell you that much. But I think with a little work and a lotta caffeine, maybe I can get into more stuff; it seems like lately, there's been more augment malfunctions. Now, I know it's possible some of it is accidental, but I'm thinking maybe this is for some kind of, I don't know, boost in--

[He stops mid-word, his expression twitching, and then goes oddly still for a few moments.

And then suddenly he speaks again...

WITH ENTHUSIASM!!!!!!! AND THERE IS A MELODY PLAYING ALL AROUND HIM. A JINGLE JANGLE ONE WOULD FIND IN A COMMERCIAL. ARE YOU READY GUYS? HE PUTS HIS HANDS ON HIS HIPS, ABRUPTLY STEPFORD WIDE STATUS, A SMILE PLASTERED ON HIS FACE.]

Hey, guys! This is Sam Winchester, one of your favorites from the good ol' Drift Fleet - sponsored by the Atroma, the best in televised drama and innovation.

Now, what do I like more than a daily dose of our regularly scheduled program? Should be an easy enough answer, and it sure isn't hunting wendigos or fighting angels and demons.

[Sam's face:



Are you even surprised?

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LAUGH TRACK]

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[Sam slaps himself hard on the face, panting tiredly.]

What the fu--

[AND HE'S BACK TO STANDING STRAIGHT AND PROUD.]

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[LAUGH TRACK.

SMILE SMILE SMILE

... t-twitch]

((ooc: Sam will have a (potentially 1-2 week) glitch where he may burst out into infomercial mode for the atroma randomly. he also is incapable of saying anything but positive things to his fellow drift fleeters about the atroma and the drift fleet show. see, it's nice, because instead of getting winter's rampage pt. 2, he's going to kill you with creepy infomercial vibes. LMFAO SORRY.))

Comments

[kickingand]

[ There won't be any accidental stabbing but oh my god, getting him into a headlock most definitely means ramming his elbow into Sam's ribs like there is no tomorrow. No matter how stupid what he wants to do may be, he no longer gives a shit now because now he's just fighting for it.

Might not even matter what it is. ]

This has fuck. all. to do with you.

[collegedropout]

[OW???

He shoves Dean forward, into one of the counters, but he's at least released him. On the downside for Dean, he's also blocking access to Dean's room as he cups his aching ribs.]

Then what is it that you won't tell me?

[... Wait. He glares, but it's mostly a what-the-fuck-you're-gonna-make-me-go-gray-with-worry glare that he demonstrates mostly for Dean. Feel blessed, brother.]

Are you trying to mess with your augment?

[kickingand]

[ Dean stumbles back until he thunks against the counters and finds himself with even more of Sam's grating questions while his fingers grip the lip of the kitchen top tightly. Questions he has no intention of answering - which will only give the truth of his intended actions, that he knows.

But Dean is bad at saying the words, no longer knows how to speak the way he used to and so he simply says nothing and stares, the force behind it enough to speak of all the ways Sam isn't going to stop him in this.

If not now, then perhaps next time, perhaps the next attempt.

This is Dean's goddamn decision, he is allowed to make his own choices, and this is one of them. Why does it have to be any more than that? ]

[collegedropout]

[Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, not budging.]

You know what happens if you cut into your head with a fucking sharp object? you hurt yourself, Einstein. And then you screw up your augment and get yourself fried. Are you trying to give me ulcers or something??

[kickingand]

[ Dean just stares, dark and empty - no one's home right now, please leave a fucking message. Cas is gone and Dean is sure he has nothing left, no reason to keep himself sane. There's nothing here to tie him down and while he is sure that there'll be some pain behind it?

He's not going to be goddamn mind controlled. ]

You want to watch while I do it here instead? [ Because he doesn't need his bedroom for this. Not really. ]

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I want you to use some fucking common sense!

[He points at Dean, a jab of frustration.]

You know what happened last time someone tried to screw around with their augment? They jacked it up and had a complete meltdown and stabbed someone. Nearly killed them. You really want that on your hands?

[kickingand]

[ He doesn't feel bad about this. He doesn't.

He fucking doesn't. And the fact that Sam is berating him about it just makes his brain go all distantly removed from the situation, staring off somewhere past his shoulder and waiting for the barrage to die down. ]

I'm not being mind controlled.

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[His nostrils flare a bit, a tick.

After a moment, he shakes his head.]

Cutting into yourself and screwing up your augment is only going to hurt you and maybe the people around you. [After a pause, he combs his hair back from his neck, finger atop the knobby spot where his own augment is.] If you're so sure it'll work out, try it on me, then.

[Go ahead, buddy. He's daring you.]

Hell, if you try it, I might as well follow suit.

That's what annoying little brothers do, right? Follow the trend?

[kickingand]

[ Oh, you son of a bitch.

Dean's gaze turns venomous within seconds, as if he's just been threatened like holy hell. He's not even entirely sure why it pisses him off quite so much, if it's because he wants to be left alone, or if it's because Sam always knows what buttons to push. He even knows for a fact that Sam isn't entirely taking the piss and that's what annoys him the most.

That Sam's just doing it to make him stop, whereas Dean just wants this bullshit out of his head, a thing that he doesn't think is crazy. It's his prerogative, his right, and Sam is getting in the way.

Pulling the knife out of his pocket, he throws it violently hard into the sink, the loud clatter of it making him grit his teeth. Except now he's storming forward with the full on intention to punch Sam in the head. Because that's what big brothers do, right? ]

[collegedropout]

[Sam is at a bit of a dilemma here.

Because there are usually Ways to go about Dean's ire. Sad as it is, this is hardly the first time he's faced it and Dean's vicious right hook; Dean's just an explosive guy when you push his buttons just right, and Sam's done that plentifully. So the question is - should he let Dean punch him, hope he doesn't keep punching, and let him get it out?

Usually Dean would stop at one, maybe two. Just to get that out of his system.

Or does Sam start swinging back again, and this fight just goes on and on and on?

Hn. Well. Sam, despite his profession, isn't actually a big fan of knockdown drag-outs, especially not with Dean. So, well. He just steels himself and drops his hands and lets the bastard get a good hit in. He's not gonna fight you on this, Dean. He's not gonna fight about something this stupid; nobody's cutting into themselves, period. But nobody's getting into goddamn wrestling matches for it.

The fist connects with with his cheekbone and sends him staggering, but he uses the counter and stands steady, glowering over at his brother with a huff of his chest. There's going to be a really ugly bruise there soon enough. And it hurts, goddammit! You and your stupid bony fist-]

You done?!

[kickingand]

[ Dean's not entirely sure he feels much better after punching Sam, but hey- at least he got it out of his system. At least he got something out of his system because yeah, sure, he's done now.

It's over.

He's not even justifying that question with a response though, he's just walking away now that he's been given the room to do so. ]

[collegedropout]

[Yeah, sure, go to your room young man -

Sam will just be... lurking around anything you can cut yourself with all week now, thanks. And you'd better damn well expect him snooping to make sure you're not doing anything extra dumb in the confines of your room. He'll even bring you dinner. Just to make sure you're behaving.

God, don't make him feel like he's babysitting you, you're older than him.

weeps]