driftfleet | voice. a quick sad post.

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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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[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.]

Yessssss! [Was that loud and eager to talk about how bored he is? Yes. Yes it is.]

Sometimes I think I'd rather work the bar when it's slow like this because then at least I could pour myself a drink.

But then I think Nami would fire me for stealing drinks so it's probably better that I'm out in the back. [It's cute that he thinks she'd only fire him.]

[He laughs at the thought.]

What, not willing to shell out some credits?

Why pay for a drink when a friend offers you one!

Just... you know, they might not know they've offered you one. [Of course, despite his talk he's not actually taking any alcohol.] Lucky for Nami, I like my job too much to accept her offer. [His tone is completely joking in nature.]

[Snort.]

I would be more worried about her wrath than losing out on a job.

That's a good point. I probably couldn't avoid her wrath even if I found a way to stay behind on a planet. [He's just glad he doesn't have any missing pieces for her weapon.] I guess I'll just pay some credits then.

It's a good thing I have a good paying job.

[He grins.]

As opposed to being a bum getting kicked out every other day?

Yeah, that sounds like it would be nearly more work than actually working in the kitchen.

And I have to admit, I think having a job is starting to grow on me instead of just being a jobless drifter. What about you? Enjoying being a bartender?

[He chuckles.]

I guess, yeah. It's nice to be a little social. And it's way less dangerous than my last job. You?

Yeah? Dare I ask what you did back home if it wasn't bar tending? [Don't say bounty hunting. Don't say bounty hunting.]

As for me? [He chuckles a bit embarrassed.] Well. Does professional drifter count as a job>

[Sam snorts.]

I guess professional drifter is close enough to my job.

I, um. I'm a paranormal investigator. I lay spirits to rest and... solve murders?

[also I kill the monsters that kill people but shh hshhhh lets not hurt your heart so soon mr. pacifist]

Solve murders and help spirits be laid to rest? [Vash honestly looks impressed.] Well, you got me beat by an ile. I just went from town to town and took whatever jobs I could find. Dish washing, stable cleaning, body guard, or waitress. Or if I couldn't find work then sometimes I'd get lucky at Poker or lose the shirt off my back occasionally.

I really didn't do much to help anyone when I wandered.

[Also avoided getting shot at, but meh.]

Yep, like that.

[He raises his eyebrows.]

Really? You seem like you enjoy helping out, though. I bet you're just modest.

I like getting paid. I'm happy to help out in the kitchen if it means I can buy fresh food at the next planet we get to.

[And it eats up time. Working out, cleaning weapons, eating, and sleeping can only take up so much of a person's day.]

I wasn't solving crime or helping out the recently departed.

[A pause as Vash thinks about it for a moment.] Do you think we'd ever get a ghost on one of the ships?

[Sam actually tracks someone who isn't Vash for a moment — the black-haired woman, the one who seemed to gravitate around Vash. She seemed kind and soft and gentle, someone to really love. He wonders who she is to him.]

... It's possible. Ghosts can exist anywhere, in my opinion. Even space.

[Vash notices when Sam appears to be looking past him. He even turns to look behind him to make sure he shouldn't be getting back into the kitchen.

But no one appeared to be there. He looks straight through the woman smiling next to him.

He doesn't think much more of it, perhaps Sam had spotted a bug or something, and turns back towards him.]

Anywhere, huh? So where is the strangest place you've seen a ghost?

[His eyebrows rise.]

Dude... toilet.

Guy died on it, ended up haunting it.

[THE WORST CASE RIGHT.]

What? Really? Please tell me you're joking. [Vash isn't sure who he's more horrified for. The person who died on the toilet or the people who came after.] Oh man, that is definitely high up on the list of last places I want to die at.

[A laugh.]

Yeah? Well, unfortunately, I've seen ghosts haunt just about anything.

In my world, they need someone or something to tether to, in order to stay among the living. A ring, or their corpse, or a house... something with a deep attachment.

A deep attachment, huh?

So have you see a ghost haunt something out of love? I know I've heard a lot of heh, well, ghost stories about angry spirits.

Oh, definitely.

Love makes people do crazy things. Sometimes people don't want to move on.

But... It's not a good idea; ghosts, they'll eventually lose who they are if they linger.

Really? [But, hopeless romantic thoughts of staying with your loved ones until they are ready to move on with you!] Like they forget who they were? Even if they weren't a bad person when they were alive?

[HE WANTS TO BE A HOPELESS ROMANTIC OKAY!?]

[He smiles sympathetically.]

That can make them last longer as a peaceful ghost, but...

[Usually, you'll turn into something horrible. Or forget who you are.]

I've seen ghosts do some incredible things. Not all of them bad. But I like to think... that being at rest is easier for them. It's got to be exhausting, fighting to stay who you are.

Well, don't most move one when their loved ones join them?

[He doesn't sound overly confident. More hopeful.]

Usually. Problem is they have a hard time waiting, so they try to murder them.

[:|]

... The thought is there.

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