voice. a quick sad post.

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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

[mucked]

I stole a considerable measure of uranium before she could steal it first. [ well, that's not perfectly accurate. peggy frowns. ] Myself and a handful of colleagues, I should say.

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... Right, right. Agent stuff.

What was she planning to do with something like that? In the bomb business, or something?

[mucked]

You're not far off the mark. Her husband helms a manufacturing company interested in fuel initiatives. But it seems she's the legitimate brains behind the operation -- and initiating a nuclear test explosion was one terrifying step in recreating a previous bit of phenomena.

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Yikes. You really got your work cut out for you on this one, then.

[Sounds like a big deal.]

What sort of phenomena?

[mucked]

[ a puff of her cheeks. quite apart from the legitimate science of it all, the circumstances are not the easiest to explain. but she's come this far -- and sam's listened so well thus far. ]

A kind of...rift, I suppose. I've only seen film reel footage of what happened. [ and it had shaken her down to her marrow. ] Presumably to another dimension, as disquieting a thought as that might be. In the wake of the rift's destruction, all that was left was a glob of a highly potent -- and unsteady -- element. Awful stuff. We call it Zero Matter.

[ -- so! it seems peggy is no stranger to the weird and the strange, despite her indignant reaction to sam's stories. only her 'weird' and 'strange' have very firm scientific underpinnings. ]

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[Disquieting for Peggy's world. For Sam, a Wednesday.

And he kind of knows how friggin' stupid that is. He bites his nail, thoughtful.]

Yikes again.

And your world is based in science primarily, right? So rituals won't exactly help you with that.

[mucked]

Only if said rituals involve breaking Whitney Frost's jaw. [ a bit of an attitude. a bit of a grumble. ] Not that it's at all safe to go near her. She's -- infected, I suppose, with some of the Zero Matter. I've no idea how she managed to survive absorbing some of it. But it's damned hungry -- whole people are consumed when she unleashes it upon them. It's almost as though she's learning to control it.

[ ... ] And she wants more.

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Sounds like it's taking her over.

Are you able to send the Zero Matter back into the rift it'd came from? When my friend got overwhelmed with power from souls, we re-opened the door they came from and sent it all back in. I know it's different, but... maybe there's some sort of tech you guys can set up in your time.

[Don't mind him, this was just the plot to the begining of season seven.]

[mucked]

It's a work in progress. [ both with howard off in peru, and jason's professional familiarity with the substance. ] But considering how new and unknown this stuff is, I can't imagine any fixes will be quick. Only --

[ a frown. a shake of her head. it's bewildering to say, really, but: ] Only I know for certain the world doesn't end. And I know for certain that high-level operatives in my, ah, organization have never heard of Zero Matter. Which makes me hopeful.

[ maybe the situation gets resolved. (or maybe the stuff gets a new name and turns up at a time beyond anyone's current canon point whoops.) ]

[collegedropout]

Oh, wow. Spoilers.

That's good, at least. It's nice to know there's some kind of... semi-happy ending to it. I've never really seen the future befo-- [Oh, um. Er. He suddenly backtracks, because he doesn't mean to be insincere or lie or anything.] Well, no, I've... Okay, I've seen the future in the past, but it was... a psychic kind of thing. I don't do it anymore.

[But still.]