Video / Action. Soulless Sam's My Soulless Jam

[collegedropout]

Who: Soulless Sam and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport, a bar on one of them warmer planets, Iskaulit, etc.
When: Feb. 22nd and around that time. Let me know if you have any specific ideas for a thread at simpledog! :)

... Listen here really closely, buddy, because I'm really not in the mood for parlor tricks — whoever this is, whatever spell or enchantment you've got going on here, it's not going to last forever. Fairy, djinn, trickster, you name it: everyone knows space is off-limits whackytown and nobody's taking you seriously. I'm not interested in shaking any green little alien hands, but I'm more than happy to go back to that pretty blue and green sphere they call Earth.

Don't make me start trying to speak E.T. today, or I'll be pissed.

[... Sam, you okay, buddy?

The people about the SS Bloodsport will certainly be surprised to find Sam's kind of confused, hand on his gun at his hip. Careful not to spook him, he might pull the damn thing and aim it at you with little concern over who the hell you are.

Clearly, someone has been... backdated, so to speak, by a glitch. What may not be more obvious to the naked eye is what he's been glitched back to — that is... soulless. Yep, Sam's soulless at the moment, which means a few things: one, emotions are kind of a difficult landmine; two, the things that made Sam Sam may be shaken loose or gone altogether; three, he has no filter; four, he has no conscience. But hey, as long as you're not trying to kill him or you're not in his way during a hunt or something, you'll be juuust fine.

Though, anyone who can sense souls or life may notice the lack of something distinctly human there.

I mean, he's human. But he's also missing something, yanno?

The sex drive is super intact, don't you worry. That's why when he stops by the bar on the nearest planet after doing some manual labor there, he's more than content to sneak glances at pretty ladies when nobody is looking — just before smooth-talking his way into their little black books. In fact, he may just be hitting on a Drift Fleeter, because he has no clue who the hell anyone is, and the more human you look, the better — more preferable. Hey, he's all for trying new things, but banging the more obvious aliens is still a tentative eyebrow raise. Regardless, soulless or not, he's more than happy to be a gentleman, because a happy bedfellow is a happy Winchester.

... At this point he's accepted (with the most skeptical grimace ever) the idea that he's really in space. So. You know.

Might as well work with it. It's not like he feels one way or another about it, other than thinking it's kind of ridiculous]

[He can also be found on the Iskaulit, working out. Looking super fly.



... Like, what do you want from me, he's from Supernatural. There's gratuitous work-out gifs. It's a requirement with soulless Sam.

Though — he does also look a bit younger in the face. Maybe just a little...? A few years?]

Comments

[poisontippedcure]

[When Rose sees the broadcast, she is legitimately concerned. Even if it's not somebody she knows personally, it is somebody she recognizes from the Fleet, and they sound...not entirely put together.]

[She responds to this the same way she does to all things that make her uncomfortable; with a healthy dose of snark. There's no real threat here that she can tell.]

I see somebody's having a bad day.

[collegedropout]

[He quirks his eyebrow at her, considering her appearance with an entirely studious nature — looks like a kitsune, though why she'd be here and out in the open like this... well, let's be honest, anything weird can happen in some hallucination or dream world. This better not be a remnant thing about that Amy fiasco, pulled from far back in Sam's memory.

He remembers that shitty day. Can't really get behind the sentiment he used to have.

Is she somehow involved in why he's stuck here?]

Considering I just woke up in some goofy space world, Garfield, yeah.

I'd say I'm kind of ticked off.

[He doesn't sound super ticked off, but he sorta is. Kind of?

More like exasperated, maybe. Ready to get back to normal business.]

[poisontippedcure]

[She's not sure what a 'Garfield' is, but it definitely sounds like an insult.]

[Surprisingly, though, the insult isn't what gets to Rose. It's the insinuation that his situation is somehow different from everyone else on the Fleet that gets under her skin.]

Ah, yes. You're frustrated. Unlike the rest of us who came here willingly, and have absolutely no reason to want to return home.

I can't possibly imagine what you're going through.

Iskaulit

[passingthrough]

[Kitty and the Iskaulit gym have logged a lot of hours together and today's no exception. She didn't go the shirtless route oddly enough. She shows up in some skin-tight workout garb. Skintight is the way of her people. It's a thing.

She's been off the comms for a minute so she missed his bout of confusion earlier. So, she just smiles at him when she enters the room. She actually comes through the door for once since it was already open. No need to show off.]

Hey, Sam. [And if the glance lingers, well, it has been nine months since Winn was in the fleet and she has eyes. Plus, he looks better than usual. Fresher somehow? Like he lost several years and she's not placing it since it's not a person's first assumption even in the fleet?] How are the muscles?

[collegedropout]

[By this point, Sam's learned this is, in fact, not some surreal dream. Or at least he's 60-70% sure, anyway. It's not like he's going to airlock himself to prove the theory; his self-preservation game is strong. By this point he's also realized, disturbed, that there was... the other guy here. Souled Sam. Whatever Dean'd call him. Sammy. Ugh. As it is, he'd spent a gross amount of time combing through personal messages and entries on the system. So he doesn't quite know her from first glance, but after her affirming they know each other, he puts her to a face.

... She's pretty cute, also. The other Sam probably wouldn't have ever thought to get involved with anyone romantically; he's kind of a loser like that, and Sam's not about to welcome that side of his old self with open arms. He stops what he's doing, sitting up and raising his eyebrows at her with a mildly pleased expression.]

Preeetty good.

I figure I could be a ripped astronaut if anything else.

[Right off a romance novel cover.]

[passingthrough]

But without the cumbersome suit. [You see so little of an astronaut. Are they even hot? Such important questions going unanswered.

She heads to a nearby mat to do some pre-workout stretching.] Did you do something different with your hair? Or maybe Nami did? [Remembering the first or at least one of the first times they spoke here.]

[Video]

[goldenglasses]

But now I'm curious as to what E.T. speak sounds like.

[Spoken in a deadpan voice as Vash goes ahead and makes a mental note that The Space Bar will likely be short staffed for a bit.]

[video]

[collegedropout]

I'm not about to demonstrate.

[Oh, should he say what he's thinking? Of course he should, who cares. He's not trying to make friends here unless someone can offer him a way out of this crapfest.]

... Okay, this is definitely some weird hoodoo or dream world, with hair like that.

Are you turning into a broomstick over there?

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[goldenglasses]

Nope. Not a broomstick. Besides, if someone tried to sweep the floor with me then I would likely just kick them in the face. So I'd make a terrible broom.

And it's called hair gel. I'm pretty sure it exists on your Earth. I'd be more surprised to hear you say you've never used the stuff.

planet;

[noprophecies]

[of course Tempest is in a bar on one of the planets, where else would she be? She was only stopping in for a quick drink or two (or three) before heading back to her ship, but as she's finishing her glass she recognizes Sam down the bar.

She gets the bartender's attention and orders another drink, then picks it up to head down to where Sam is. It's too loud for her to really overhear anything he's saying, so she has no idea what she's about to step into. Oh dear]

I am starting to think you drink as much as I do.

[and that's not necessarily a good thing, but details]

planet;

[collegedropout]

... Guess I do...

[No, no, you're just fine. He's more than content to note Tempest with a raised brow — alright, so we've got ourselves a fellow drinker. To be honest with himself, he kind of tries not to overindulge — bad for hunting in general, you know, just look at Bobby, Dad, Dean — but sometimes you just like the feeling of being a little tipsy and full of... as good of energy as you can get, when you're like him. He ignores the fun memories of drunken karaoke with a brother he can't remember how to love and instead anticipates a pleasant buzz.

He smiles faintly (it feels achingly empty, but he does it anyway), turning the glass in hand as it sits on the counter, and then raises the other hand — for the barkeep.]

Hey, one for her, too.

[noprophecies]

[well, far be it from her to say no to a free drink. It isn't as though she cares about what he's drinking, as long as it goes down]

My, how nice of you.

I suppose working in a bar would do that? Or were you a drinker back home? [and what she knew about his world and his life - she'd be surprised if he wasn't a heavy drinker, honestly]

Video

[onlyanapple]

[There's a worryingly lack of SOUL there, Sammy boy. He's concerned.]

Um. Sam. Did you misplace something?

[Put that soul back where it cam from or so help him. ]

Video.

[collegedropout]

[He furrows his brow, quite quickly. Suspiciously. Hmm.]

Do I know you?

Video.

[onlyanapple]

[This is doing absolutely nothing to ease his concerns. ]

Kind of. First up, quick question: does the name Crowley mean anything to you?

[Just in case he knows Douchebag Crowley and that name would get a certain...response. Best test the waters first. ]

Oh yeah this is Bloodsport duh

[mikangirl]

[What glitch? You're fine, right? At least first thing in the morning Nami isn't going to be staring too hard at him, traipsing out of her room and crossing his path while still winding her hair up into a loose braid, heading for the kitchen.]

Morning, Sam.

[collegedropout]

[He stares at the pretty ginger, looking suspicious of her pretty instantly.

... Ooookay. He walks at a distance, following her, looking like something's going to pop out and kill him. It's not, of course, similar to hell-riddled Sam, but more along the lines of a soldier eying for potential danger.]

... Morning.

[Is she the one who did this? A goddess or djinn or something?

Why is she just casually making coffee in a spaceship dreamscape?]

[mikangirl]

[Sanji would totally agree she's a goddess.

The wary suspicion at first glance registers even in her pre-coffee state and Nami darts him a quick look. Something's off. But with Sam, a lot of things could be off, lbr, so she smiles tentatively and keeps heading kitchenwards. And he says morning back, so...

...maybe she's imagining things.

Coffee for clarity. Excellent idea. She pulls a second mug out of the cupboard and waggles it at him.]

Am I pouring for two?

[It's a rare gesture, man, what a pity you can't appreciate it right now. Though the normal Sam would also know her well enough to know it usually meant she was gonna butter him up for something.]

[Action] Iskaulit

[brothersboots]

[Edna does not go to the gym. She doesn't need to go. Her seraphic nature and artes make it so she stays exactly how she wants. And she likes how she looks. Even other seraph underestimate her because of her dainty frame.

However, she does have to go past the gym to get to her mountain. And while she can normally ignore most of the humans of the Fleet, a definitive black hole of nothingness in a human body makes her stop and enter. A semi-familiar face but in a strange set.]

You're broken.

[Action] Iskaulit

[collegedropout]

[Sam's just gotten his shirt back on and is ruffling his slightly sweat-dampened hair when the kid pokes around, and he eyes her with sharp suspicion. He knows, at this point, just what the hell's been wrong with him all these months. How she knows, however, is grounds to maybe use an angel blade on her later. Depending. How'd she know, is the question.]

Beg your pardon?

[Pipsqueak. But even he knows how to control himself, if it benefits him; he could use the intel.]

bloodsport!

[axi]

[What luck for this to happen as Kaname's finishing her morning shower. Sam happens to pass by when she's exiting the bathroom. Her hair's still somewhat damp, and she's wearing a robe that cuts off half way down her thighs. Towel and toiletries in hand, the singer offers Sam a curious smile.]

Oh, hi. If you're headed in, you might want to give it some more time for the hot water to reset. I think I just got the tail end of it.

1/2

[collegedropout]

[............... Oh jeez.

Sam's not exactly a full-blown pervert in soulless mode, but he's certainly interested in the opposite sex a hell of a lot more obviously as he is. So when a pretty girl wanders by in a robe, he has to wonder just where the hell he actually is, if not some weird dreamworld made for him to sulk and bitch in. He stares for a long moment and, eventually, the fact that he has no clue what's going on overrides whatever possible libido he's got going on.

Okay. Maybe this is a memory thing, too. Maybe she's from some long-passed event in Sam's stupid hell-damaged brain.]

Have we met?

[collegedropout]

.......

Uh. In a shower, or otherwise.

video

[moseyin]

...what's wrong with you? [This isn't the same annoyingly good-doing motherfucker Cloud's used to.]

video

[collegedropout]

What's wrong with your hair?

[See, this is what happens when you start with stupid questions, you little shit.]