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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Nothing like that has happened here? I thought--maybe whoever brought us here had ways of ratcheting up their entertainment?

[It's hard to see the forest for the trees in this place.]

You at least escaped from that place unscathed.

[Unscathed, sort of. He'd died, but then he got lucky and his friends came to help fish him out from the veil of death that Deireadh had pulled so many of them into. That's the past, and it's easy for the likes of Sam Winchester to move on from dying, but it wasn't exactly fun.]

This place has it's cruel jokes I guess, yeah.

Not as frequent, though. The spirits in the last world would cause chaos at least every other week — like, turning you into dogs or making you stick to other people kind of chaotic. Among the more light-hearted shifts.

I mean, who knows what'll happen here, but hey — at least there's some breathing room in-between, right now.

What sort of cruel jokes? [She feels as though she plying him with hundreds of questions, but he seemed the safest source to gain answers from. He was a stranger, but seemed to have a gentle presence. While she wasn't inclined to trust anyone, she at least felt secure in asking him these things.] No one has told me anything about this Atroma or what I can expect.

They could do that? It sounds like dark magic.

I suppose so, though it feels like a calm before the storm. [Given the chaos she continually experienced in her world, the quiet was more disturbing.]

[He gives her sincerity in all of his answers, as he usually does with anyone new — and with a careful tone in his method, because he's spoken to so many grieving people. So many scared, confused, lost people. It was his job to provide them comfort; hunters, they're heavy-handed sometimes. Sam... he just wanted to help offer something to those who needed it, before he did the actual hunting part of the gig.]

I've been turned into a kid, before. A baby. It's... Well, I can't say whether it's magic or something else. But there's, um... Do you feel that slight bump behind your ear? That's how we all understand each other. How we know how to use some things aboard the ship.

That's where the cruel jokes tend to come from.

[She pressed her hand to the augment, a heavy sigh escaping her. She remembered it all too well.]

It's how they placed knowledge in us. At least that was what others said. This understanding of space and ships, even more about medicine for me, it all comes from this device. They played with our minds.

[She isn't sure whether she should be horrified or laugh. She chose the latter, a small nervous laugh.]

A baby? They have a rather odd sense of humor.

[Snort.]

They sure do. But... even though it's scary, just remember that there are a lot of people here who would be more than willing to help you if things go wrong in any way. When things glitch, you have plenty here who understand and keep you safe and defended against it.

[He gives a slight smile.]

And I mean, if you ever have any trouble, just let me know?

[She's touched by the offer and gesture of kindness. It's deeply comforting in a way this place would not otherwise be.]

Thank you...[she trailed off, silently prompting for a name.]

I will remember. I hope that things get better for you soon.

Sam. I'm Sam.

[He flashes a dimpled little grin.]

And you, too.

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