voice. a quick sad post.

[collegedropout]

Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: after a sad shuffle :C


[Sam's very much subdued the day that Dean vanishes. If he reacts more viscerally to it, to knowing that this Dean was returning to his inevitable death at Sam and satan's own hands, nobody'd know it — he closes himself up in his room, keeps himself distant for a little while. It helps, because it also gets him away from those damned echoes that have begun to snowball. He's tried his best to ignore them, and with Dean suddenly gone... he doesn't trust himself to be anything but stressed at the sight. 

Anyway. Um. Best to move forward, right...? Get back into things. Working at the bar keeps his mind busy, as does helping with the garden, and there's also helping with the weird messages from the planet, and — dammit, Sam, get back into things. Fake it 'til you make it. This too shall pass, if you pretend hard enough that you're fine. So he breathes in deep, breathes out, and addresses the fleet.]

My brother, Dean, um. Dean Winchester's left the fleet. I wasn't sure how many people knew him, but...

[A pause.]

Anyone want to talk? I could use something to keep me occupied. Your choice of topic, just shoot. I can be a pretty good listener, too.

[Help me get out of this funk, huh.]

Comments

[namisan]

[The one week Nami doesn't check the rosters after shuffle. The one. Because she's trying to score enough points to win back a weapon that belongs to her in the first place, and she's been preoccupied and mostly in a murderous rage the entire week.

The news takes the wind out of her sails, and for a moment all she can feel is guilt. Then a flicker of a colder kind of anger, and then finally just...

Dammit, Sam. She rubs a hand over her face before she pings him, sounding subdued.]

Where are you?

[collegedropout]

[He clears his throat offline before replying, trying to sound totally okay and fine and dammit everything's just peachy keen. He knew this was a possibility, it's just — it's never easy, and after Dean's miseries, and Sam's flimsy, useless promises to try and make this all better... to help. Did he even remotely make Dean feel better? The whole time he was here, he was just reminded of what Sam did.

He wasn't a good presence. And that... that's gonna hurt for a while.

Not as much as knowing Dean's likely (truly) dead, where he's from.]

Was gonna head out to the bar, for a shift.

[namisan]

Do you want to take your shift? [Sometimes the work helps. She won't stop him if that's the case. But--]

Or you want me to give you a night off? I can come over.

You'll get my company either way. [Just before you try to say anything in protest.]

[goodandtrue]

[While Jeyne might not know him, it was evident in the way he spoke that he had lost someone important to him. That sense of sorrow and loss was something that she recognized and knew all too well. She might not be able to comfort him, but she could at least offer him the distraction that he was seeking.]

I'm sorry about your brother.

We haven't been introduced, but I could off my company, if you like?

[collegedropout]

Thanks. That means a lot, really.

[Sam always values condolences. He's said his own countless times, but also, he's had them given right back at him. For him it's a sign of one's humanity, to express anything like that toward someone, even when it really does you no benefit. It's a good thing.]

You're right — and I'd appreciate it. My name's Sam. You must be pretty new, huh?

[goodandtrue]

[It seemed such a small thing, but it appeared to lift his spirits, even if just a little. It was kind of him not to brush her off simply because she was a stranger, proving his own humanity as well.]

I'm Jeyne. Is it easy to tell?

[She certainly felt like it was written across her face.]

I arrived here only a few days ago.

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[monolike]

[Sorey can relate to this so much it actually hurts.]

Maybe you can help me out. I really need to find a good romance-mystery novel, because a friend of mine is convinced the genre doesn't exist. I've been going through the library on the Iskaulit but since I'm really only familiar with the academic texts I'm having a hard time. Do you have any suggestions?

video

[collegedropout]

A good romance mystery... [He's surprised by the request, the humor in the way he echoes it back palpable through the feed, but it's all fondness and good nature, albeit tempered by his current loss.] You know, I can't agree with your friend; it's definitely got to exist somewhere around here.

Ever consider seeing if there's anyone on board who likes to write?

Maybe you could start requests.

video

[monolike]

I know Stefan writes some poetry sometimes, and he likes mysteries...don't know how he is about novels though. But his poetry's pretty good! [and weird]

We kind of have a bet going, so I'd like to win. He can be so insufferable when he wins our bets.

Voice

[castrationfist]

I would be curious to hear more about what we were discussing last time.

Voice

[collegedropout]

[— wha]

... You're quick on the trigger, aren't you.

Voice

[castrationfist]

You're the one who asked to talk!

voice.

[paraclete]

[Well, Kaworu's the type to just jump right into it—]

Hey, did you know, the composer Ludwig van Beethoven once wrote a passionate letter to an individual named only as his "Immortal Beloved"—scholars have been speculating upon the identity of this mysterious Beloved since the publicized display of the letter in 1880. It's amazing, don't you think, how a man's love was so fierce that people have studied it for over a hundred years.

voice.

[collegedropout]

... Yeah. I can't disagree with you there.

[Random information works for him, kiddo, by all means...!]

.... You think he was being literal when he called them Immortal?

[PRIORITIES.]

voice.

[paraclete]

I don't believe he could have known exactly how immortal his love would be—it hasn't perished with him. But that's the way love is supposed to be, don't you think?

[His voice is like honey and milk; maybe he just started talking to Sam about the first thing that came to mind, but it's clear from his warm tone that he enjoys the topic.

Uh, however...]

The actual Beloved, though? I think even being loved so much couldn't keep that person's body alive forever. Just the memory and mystery.

voice;

[stefanged]

[Aw, hell. Stefan doesn't know Sam super well, but he sure knows that pain and - well, he doesn't want the guy to be alone.]

Actually? I was in the middle of preparing the interfaith dialogue for this week. I'm not so sure about some talking points, and uh - if you're around? I could always use a second opinion.

voice;

[collegedropout]

Y'know... that'd be nice. I'd like to help, definitely. Whatever you need.

voice;

[stefanged]

It's not exactly a need, but I figure I shouldn't let Misty and Obi-Wan have all the fun.

[It's a lame joke, and he knows it, so:] Can you meet me in the Center? I've got tea, and cookies, and uh - I don't know, what do you feel like having?

voice.

[mucked]

[ well, shit. peggy doesn't say much about dean -- she barely knew the man.

but. ]

Whiskey or tea, Sam?

[ pick a poison. ]

voice.

[collegedropout]

You know, us hunters drink too much as it is.

I'll take the tea. If it's not an inconvenience.

[There's a strained smile somewhere in that tone.]

voice.

[mucked]

Hardly. [ stiff upper lip! ] Will you come to the Starstruck, or should I come a-calling? I presume you have a kettle on the Red Fish.

voice

[passingthrough]

Sam... [She's sorry. Does it ever help to hear it? Maybe, but we won't find out just yet at least.]

Topic, huh? Orange. It's a color and a fruit. World of possibilities.

[She wouldn't have minded getting to know Dean better herself. Can't really count on people to stick around in these places.]

Re: voice

[collegedropout]

[She surprises him so much with that comment, he coughs a laugh.]

Wow. I don't usually start a topic so abruptly, but hey.

I would really love to actually have orange juice around here.

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Sam may be tired of echo's, but at least they're not all terrible nightmares.

Vash is in the kitchen cooking while Sam tends the bar. When he does come out and if Sam sees his echoes at the time it's usually the sent of flowers. He may even see red flower petals around the man. Or possibly even an old gentle song hummed in a woman's voice. Of course hearing and seeing things that aren't there is always unsettling, but at least these seem peaceful.]

How's going out here? [Asked at one point when Vash comes out of the kitchen. Seeing how his fellow coworkers are doing.

That and there's no orders so nothing to cook at the moment. He might be a tad bored.]

[Action]

[collegedropout]

[Thank god for echoes that don't send him into a mood tailspin, right?

He relaxes a fraction when Vash steps in there, and even if he's still a bit tense in his shoulders, he at least feels far more calm than he did in, say, Misty or Nami's presence. What a relief. With a slight smile he nods a casual hello his way. He tries not to look directly at the things going on around Vash, because... he'd look insane. It wouldn't be the first time in his life, just... y'know. Better to at least try to look okay.]

Dunno. Guess I'm entertaining dust particles, mostly.

Bored of staring at kitchen appliances, too?

[It's been a slow day, man.]