Action/Video.

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Who: Sam Winchester and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Space Bar or SS Bloodsport
When: The 9th - sometime these next few days.
(Note: feel free to take your time tagging this if you have a calibration with him! Or we can wrap it up quick or plan out the ending, whatever you prefer! No rush.)

[ACTION.]

[So — Sam got updated. Thank fucking christ. Nami, you'd better be ready for him to excitedly knock on your door at some point. You can also find Sam at The Space Bar, where he's right back to bar-tending. Feel free to stop by if you need him. But as everyone settles back into normalcy aboard the fleet, Sam makes a new entry to the network. Gotta air out that dirty laundry business.

A few days after they've returned home:]

[VIDEO.]

So, um. That was something, huh...?

[He clears his throat, drums his fingers on top of an old red book.]

Let's just clear the room — I wanted to apologize for... anyone who had gone into my head, or whatever you want to call it. I know there's a lot in there that isn't exactly pleasant to deal with. But I'm cool with it. I mean, I remember it all, and I'm totally fine with everything. So if you're worried about the whole trespassing thing... I'll get over it.

I'm just... I'm sorry, because I know some of it was... Yeah.

[He's dealt with worse. Far worse.]

There are some things for me to be thankful for, right now, in better news; I got a quick trip back home between the Marsiva and the Bloodsport. See, um... My brother, he made it out of a predicament in one piece when I was sure he was gone. And I did, too. Somehow. And I got to meet my mom. Like, in the flesh, as herself.

So as shitty as this month has been in some respects... I'm... just happy I've got her and my brother.

[Ehem.]

Anyway. Enough of the sappy serious stuff.

Anyone want to rent out a book? I'm starting to get quite a collection here.

I've got a list, I'll post it for you guys.

[ATTACHMENT://

IT by Stephen King (Peggy)
A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (Rick)
The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum (Arthur)
Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! by Mo Willems
Lord of the Flies by William Golding (Bucky)
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (Sawyer)
Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss]



... And...

[He holds up two more: All My Friends are Dead by Avery Monson and Jory John, and... The Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories by Alisa Surkis and Monica Nolan. He winces.]

Look, I'm not going to kink shame — but someone please take the horse one. You can pass it around like it's The Ring video for all I care.

Comments

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Hey man, you said anything but Seuss.

That leads me to believe you'd be all about the lesbians and their horses.

[Also, you stole my haircut.]

If you want to stop by the bar, I can pass you the Fahrenheit 451? Since it's related to being a reader. Keeping it topical.

video;

[rednecking]

I'd read it. I've read worst.

[excuse I had it first]

There's a bar here? [that should be the first thing in all the welcome bullshit people c'mon] I'll take it, been a while since I last read it anyway.

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[hush you i overpowered satan i get the hair]

Dude, there's two bars here.

Feel free to bar hop if you're kicked out of one or the other.

[Ha.]

But I work at The Space Bar. Look for the lumberjack copycat, you'll know where you are.

video;

[rednecking]

I'm offended you think I'd get kicked out of a bar.

[he would not get kicked out he would leave first ok]

Lumberjack copycat, right. Got it. I'll figure out a way on over.

video;

[collegedropout]

Sure thing. Have fun figuring out the teleporters.

[:^) call disconnected, see you bud.]

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[rednecking]

[wow not even an explanation, man, wow, you lil shit.

WELL GUESS WHAT SAM HE'LL EVENTUALLY FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET THERE his sanity depends on it because fuck he needs to settle his brain.

Eventually he will waltz into the bar. EVENTUALLY]

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[Excuse you, I'm taller. You're the little shit.

Sam's being a true blue barkeep, though; he's got his half-apron and he's cleaning up the counter as Sawyer ventures in. Sam glances up, casual.]

Hey, you made it. Good to see it didn't turn into 'The Fly' for you.

[rednecking]

[BY LIKE TWO INCHES SHUT UP

Sawyer slides onto a stool like he's done it a million times before, grunting at the last part]

That thought did cross my mind before I figured it out. But then I got caught up wonderin' if it'd be old school or Goldblum Fly.

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Just let me know if you'd like me to put you down, if you do walk in with a huge fly head.

[Mercy kills are totally acceptable if you are a flyman.

He ducks a little, returning with the book in question.]

Don't suppose you've scrounged up any credits for a glass yet?

[rednecking]

Pretty sure I can put myself down, but I'll keep you in mind if I need assistance.

[mercy kills are absolutely acceptable no matter what pls]

Not unless all the fly talk is earnin' me money when I ain't lookin'.

[collegedropout]

Ahhh, broke as a joke.

[He's handing over the book; be nice to it, it's in damn good shape.]

Well -- anyone explain how you get those credits built up?

[rednecking]

[he takes the book, and despite all the sarcasm and everything, he handles it as though it's an important item]

No one's really explained anythin' to me, nope.

[collegedropout]

... Oh, this should be confusing and crappy, then.

[He claps his hands together, thinking.]

Ummm. First thing, we're apparently on a reality television show in space, and credits are often increased depending on how well received you are by the viewership and Atroma. Allegedly, anyway. I'm not so sure we actually are on any television anywhere, from what I've been able to gather.

[rednecking]

[is it worrying that he doesn't even react, he just raises his eyebrows]

I got the reality show part, didn't know 'bout the makin' money part. Don't know how I feel about being watched again.

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[He quirks a brow.]

Watched again?

[You knew I'd ask, come on.]

[rednecking]

This ain't my first rodeo, kiddo.

[though this is a bit more extreme than the other place and the island]

[collegedropout]

... Kiddo?

What, are you secretly sixty?

[rednecking]

Not even close.

[he's only FORTY please Sam]

[collegedropout]

You're definitely not much older than me, pal.

We're both fast approaching 'the uncool zone' together, sorry to say it.

[rednecking]

Oh no, whatever will we do. [deadpanned]

Whatever, conversation ended. Next topic.

[collegedropout]

Yeah? Next topic would probably involve me circling back around and asking where the hell your first rodeo was.

[rednecking]

[dammit he does this to himself. But instead of making a face he just shrugs]

Place called Kyriakos. Ever have amnesia? I don't recommend it.

[collegedropout]

Ohhhh yeah. I know that song and dance... too well.

[Back home, mainly. Great stuff.]

This another place that pulls from multiple universes, I take it? What's in charge? People behind computers, Gods, questionable corporations...?

[rednecking]

That sucks.

[and he isn't surprised. Nothing surprises him anymore, not really]

Yup, with an added "by the way you're world got destroyed". We were there to rebuild it, or so we were told. And they weren't Gods, but they were pretty powerful. Had their own realms, got their power from us doin' stuff for them, things like that.

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[He winces.]

Yeah, that sounds kinda familiar. Adstringendum had a collection of spirits that would cause plenty of troubles for the people who fell into the universe. They were probably entities you could consider gods, I guess? They sure acted the part, anyway.