driftfleet | voice. a quick sad post.

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.]

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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.

Maybe he can write you a mysterious romance poem.

[8D]

But I know how that feels. My brother enjoys betting against me way too much.

[And it makes him sad to think about, because Dean's just left, and this Dean doesn't even really bet on much when it comes to him — but it's still Dean. He tries not to let it hit him too hard, but that's how it goes, with Winchesters.]

Lotta' rock-paper-scissors.

Heh heh. [Yup, that sounds a lot like how he and Mikleo get into it. But then again, he's supposed to be distracting this guy, not reminding him.]

Did you ever make up extra signs for rock-paper-scissors? I remember my friend and I made up two more, lever and switch. It got really complicated when figuring out what would beat what though, so we just kept making up more until we had to keep a cheat sheet around to remember.

Wait, wait, wait. Lever and switch??

Yeah! We came up with it because we do a lot of exploring in ancient ruins, and it's always a lever or a switch that ends up dumping us down some dusty chute or locking us in a room. Which is. So annoying.

It goes like this-

[Sorey switches to text for the demonstration.]

rock->scissors->paper->switch->lever->rock

[He switches back.] Paper beats switch because usually they're labeled and if you read up on the translations correctly you can tell what it does. Switch beats lever because even factoring in erosion and the like, pressure-switch machines generally hold up to the ravages of time over levers, which tend to be parts of more complex systems. And lever beats rock because in my experience, nine times out of ten those darn things are either dropping rocks onto you, or dropping you onto some rocks.

... What're you gonna do when you end up with twenty different hand gestures?

[He's totally endeared by the process, though. Sibling behavior, right here.]

Ah yeah that happened.

We had a guidebook? We came up with ten gestures, minus the original ones, because we'd wanted to include things like fire and water since just having rock and paper felt a little insular. But then we thought, well, if we're going to have all four main elements then we'll need the sub-elements, so we came up with that, but then also there are physical influences to consider? And then we wondered if we should come up with tiers of strength, like round one would be a puddle of water and if there was a tie, round two would be a pond.

...it got very complicated.

There was a fight.

[................................................... sorey bud]

I'd hate to see what you'd do if you got your hands on tabletop games.

Oooh, do we have any here? I've always wanted to try them! I've only played card games a couple times back home.

Not sure, but you know, you could always make your own.

I bet it'd be pretty neat. I'd play, for sure.

[......... as a supportive not!dad, like one that plays a boardgame their small child made that makes no sense but you just roll with it, because sam is super chill like that bro]

[. . . ]

I think you're asking for the impossible here.

You sure about that? You might be selling yourself short.

A mysterious romance, though?

The closest thing I can remember is like, those Agatha Christie novels where the sidekicks fell in love while solving a murder.

Edited 2016-11-04 04:24 (UTC)

What about a ghost story? Someone looking for their lost love?

Or maybe a water spirit that falls in love with a sailor?

Oooh, probably, but I'm starting to think that maybe you should be writing this.

Wh—

Me? Oh, no, I'm not... Well, I mean, I'm really not much of an author.

[He wrote some pretty cool werewolf stories in highschool, don't listen to him.]

You probably write way better.

Thanks, but I'm not much of one either.

[He had a Livejournal and everything, don't listen to him.]

Poetry and journals are a different beast, but between the two of us, we might have something half-decent.

[He laughs.]

What, you're willing to co-author a supernatural romance with me?

Why not? At the very least, we can say we gave it a fair shot.

[Plus, uh, it's way more fun writing with a partner.]

I don't know, I'm not really that great with romance.

In reality or in fiction.

... Also I'm pretty positive if my brother came back to the fleet, he'd never let me hear the end of it.

If it helps? Mine wouldn't either.

[Sam brings up a good point, though... they'd practically invite teasing if they published it under their own name.]

But, he also read Twilight of his own free will, so... uh, make of that what you will.

... Then he definitely doesn't have a leg to stand on, in that case.

Exactly. You don't actually have to work on it, but I also wouldn't mind some input.

[Headtilt.]

So, uh, scratch the interfaith stuff. This could be more interesting.

[He gives a pleasant laugh, humorous and fond.]

Well... shit, I guess I have nothing better to do. Why not.

Sounds like a plan. Don't worry, I won't hold you to it if it ends up a burning trainwreck, but - yeah. Should be fun.

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