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Who: Sam Winchester and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A (unless you want it)
When: Now!

Hey guys. Sorry to prod, but - I noticed there were some... strange readings here in communications when I was scanning the area. Blips, signatures from something out there in that nebula just beyond us. Just wondering if anyone else had been noticing those; not sure what they are, but maybe they're just... I don't know. Ships making their way out here to visit the hotel? I can't really tell much other than they're reading on the radar. Keep me updated if you get anything on that. Just in case.

For everyone else who'd rather not be technologically savvy or deal with science or concerning blips - um.

I don't know, I like to pass the time while I'm working on random crap. But what to play out... Hmm.

'Never Have I Ever' is... Nah, that's just gonna earn me dirty replies.

How about 'Would you Rather'? Always a hit in a moving vehicle that still has another eight hours on the road.

Like...

Would you rather have a nest of spiders explode above your head, or fall in a hole full of snakes?

[SAM THESE ARE TERRIBLE EXAMPLES???]

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It depends, are they poisonous snakes or poisonous spiders?

[That could narrow the options a bit?]

Non-poisonous. I think there's enough to worry about without throwing in the fatal stuff.

Alright then - snakes. Easier to deal with since they can't get in everything like spiders fallin' over your head.

And you can eat them.

According to professional testimony.

[He grins, humored.]

Less so with spiders. You ever been camping when spider season is in full effect?

It's a nightmare.

[She presses her lips together a bit tersely. Yup. You can definitely eat them, as long as Daryl had any say about it.]

Yeah, I've been camping a time or two. Spiders a-plenty out in the wilderness.

["Camping"]

Can't say I enjoy eating snake, though, I've done it.

[He huffs a laugh.

You come from a weird place too, huh? Usually snake isn't on a lot of menus.]

... Squirrel isn't too bad.

You'd fit right in down South. Cooking Squirrels and Snakes and all that is practically a delicacy.

[Okay, that's not entirely true, but it was if your name was Daryl Dixon.]

I can imagine. We were trained to hunt when we were pretty young.

[He huffs a laugh.]

... We never could shoot a deer, though.

As a kid, we thought it was like shooting Bambi.

We? You got family here or just back home?

[The 'bambi' bit makes her smile a bit though. She'd been pretty good with a gun from a young age, having been raised on a farm.]

Haven't shot a deer lately, but I wouldn't say no to some meat. Better than the synthetic stuff they have here on the ships, right?

[He hesitates, because he —

He's alone now, back home. He's it. Swallowing that sour taste, he smiles.]

My brother was here a few months back.

[The most non-answer answer, but he tries.]

I've done a little hunting on the planets, and trust me, it's a lifesaver when you go crazy eating gel and protein powder for the fifth week in a row.

[That hesitation is pretty darn obvious to her. She actually feels kind of bad for touching on a sore subject, if that's even the case.]

Oh. I guess it's good you got to spend some time together, even for a little while?

[What she wouldn't give to have Beth back, or their father. She doubts even Atroma is that good.]

I'll keep that in mind - the hunting, thing. It'd probably make us feel all more at home if they gave us a fresh stock of actual food.

... Yeah, yeah, it was. Really good.

[He clears his throat a little, offering a smile.]

Maybe when we get a chance, we could go do some hunting, then.

Maybe it'll do us some good, to keep ourselves busy. If that's something you're interested in, anyway.

Hunting for food is alright by me. I'm sure every ship could use something here and there.

[She won't push about the brother thing. Some things are just private.]

[He really does appreciate that, too.]

Absolutely. Have you eaten the glop they give us?

It's worse than prison food.

Yeah, I tried it when I first got here. Have to say it's about on the same level as cooked snake meat, but also slightly worse.

[She can't help but laugh a bit.]

I've had prison food too, actually.

[You know, when she was living in a prison and stuff. Gotta love that zombie apocalypse life.]

You have? You didn't strike me as the type.

[He doesn't sound particularly judgmental. He's clearly the type, since he's been there.]

My, ah... my family and I lived in an abandoned prison for a while. It's kind of a long story and you probably wouldn't believe me if I told you.

[For real. Why were zombies even a thing? Zombies were supposed to be one of those things that would never happen and yet there they were. There her family had been, eventually most of them becoming one of the undead.]

I bet you I absolutely will.

[He smiles, cheeks dimpling, friendly and open as ever to whatever madness she's got going on in her life.]

Alright, then.

[Give her a minute, she's trying to figure out how to explain this without sounding ridiculous. Consider yourself lucky, you're the first person she's talked to about home at length - even with her crewmates!]

So, back home... everyone's dead. I mean - well... undead. Except for a few of us. We spent a lot of time traveling on foot or in cars when we can find 'em and the gas to fuel 'em. Eventually, we found an abandoned prison compound and stayed there for a while. We, ah... we had to leave eventually because it got overrun by Walkers.

[She'll just leave the parts about the feud and people she loved dying horribly and then getting separated from most of their group until they met up again after dealing with CANNIBALS OF ALL THINGS.

Yeah, that might be a bit much.]

I've lost a lot of people I love between the beginning and now, but the people I found are good people. They're family. It's how I met my husband too.

[She smiles a bit, giving him a quick glimpse of her engagement ring and wedding ring.]

... Sounds like a pretty hard life.

But — it's good that you've found something to hang onto.

[He listens patiently, and smiles at the end, sympathetic but relieved she at least had someone left — small mercies. He knows how it can be, watching your family and friends picked off around you.]

We, um. We had something like that happen in my world.

Not permanently, but in a town. People rising from the dead, and all of that.

[She looks surprised at that.]

How'd you cure it? Or was there just no one left infected to kill off?

There wasn't... particularly a cure.

I think our undead were a little different. They were violent and tried to kill people, but they weren't contagious from bites or anything. It wasn't an infection that brought them back, I mean. We just... had to put them back down.

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