Video / Action. Soulless Sam's My Soulless Jam

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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?]

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[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.]

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... Depends on what you're pouring.

[Whelp, he can't really... play along to figure out jackshit because he literally has no foundation to build off of this, so... What to do... What to do. Something about her is familiar, but so distantly that he wonders if it was a childhood thing. Maybe she was made from his subconscious, as a part of some bigger thing. Yeah, he admits, he's got djinn on the brain. Why wouldn't he? They've been all about them lately.]

Woke up on a good side of the bed today, huh. Am I pushing my luck asking for eggs?

[He tries to sound casual, friendly, like someone who has totally always been here.

Totally, yes.

Pay no mind to how he looks slightly different than usual. His hair totally isn't shorter either. No ma'am. He's the same ol' same ol'.]

[mikangirl]

[She's half noticed. It's that morning pre-coffee thing, slowly seeping into her awareness. It's the request for eggs that kind of cements it, and she gives a snort. If Sam is glitching through time, she's not worried. Not yet, anyway. (Irritated maybe, fuck you Atroma.) She just needs to work out what's going on and where his brain is at.]

Eggs in space? Not likely. Not from any source I'd trust, anyway. [She goes ahead and pours him a coffee anyway, putting it down on the table and giving him a measuring glance. That wariness.]

You have no idea who I am, do you?

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.......................

[A pause, as he stays standing in the doorway and tries to piece together something, anything.

... Shit.]

We sleep together sometimes?

[mikangirl]

[So glad she didn't take a sip of this coffee yet, dude. As it is she chokes on air for just a sec. Then huffs, bit of wry fondness there.]

Well, I guess you remember some things.

[...how is that possible though? Unless it's not a time glitch. (Or it's a wild guess, but...)]

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[Oh, cool, we totally do the hanky panky.]

Okay, well... Am I trapped in some hallucination or dreamworld here?

Though — no offense, but I'm not really sure who's on my side off the bat.

[This is why his coffee is currently undisturbed.]

[mikangirl]

[Man you're gonna turn up your nose at the literal nature of that sleeping thing, aren't you.]

Nope. Actually... [She eyes him. All the different incarnations of Sam are so suspicious. Then she peers down at her coffee, takes a sip, and puts that on the table instead, taking his.] Actually, the reality is a lot more complicated than either of those.

You're in space. You're on a ship. You're here against your will, same as me, same as everyone else you'll talk to, taking part in an intergalactic reality show. Annnnd you're also not as old as you usually are.

[And she expects him to not believe a word of it. But mind you, he might. He's turned into a car before.]

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... Are you huffing paint in your spare time?

Just how many holes have you made in your head?

[.......... JUST THE FIRST THOUGHT, IDK.]

[mikangirl]

[WOW OKAY TELL US HOW YOU REALLY FEEL

Though seriously she wasn't expecting the sneering, what the fuck Sam]

I'd have thought someone who's been through as much weird shit as you have wouldn't find this so surprising. You don't believe me? Try looking out a window.

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[He sighs, looking discontent. Alright, well.]

If you know me, then you know that looking out a window isn't exactly going to make it feel anymore real for me, right? Considering the kinds of monsters that trap hunters in hallucinations and dreamworlds.

[But he doesn't sound quite as snippy about it. No point in completely alienating himself, even if it's from potential supernatural women who might want to eat his heart or something.]

... Aliens have always been kind of off the table anyway.

It's not like I'm an astronaut.

[mikangirl]

I don't even know what an astronaut is. I'll assume it's something "non-hunter". You familiar with alternate universes?

[She's hooked her comm out and is keying through it with quick fingers.]

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It's a space traveler.

[But ugh, his face twists in discontentment. He could go a whole lifetime without dealing with this sort of crap. Without too much concern for his well-being, he moves to sit down in front of Nami; if she tries to murder him, he's at least armed? This is weird.]

Familiar, yeah. I've been in a few TV channels, if that counts for something.

[It does, right? No, probably not. Close enough.

He hasn't had the pleasure of getting stuck in Canada as a Padalecki.]

[mikangirl]

[Nami doesn't react when he sits down. At least she has the context for TV channels now, thanks to this stupid place.]

So I guess we're all astronauts. I think I prefer being a pirate.

Here. [She pushes the comm toward him, spinning it across the table. It's open to the last time Sam hailed the network.] I know you can still write this off as made up, but you have been here a while now. Almost as long as me.

And also, if you think hard about this ship and how to use communications, you might find you already know.

[But she isn't sure on that. Either way, have fun sneering at your soulled self.]

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Right, cool. Pirates.

[He's had sex with a pirate?

... Not the weirdest thing he's ever done. He looks over the video, brow creasing. "Alright, two things: One, what'd you get for Christmas. And two, what's your new years resolution?" Ugh, gross, the touchy-feely crap. He can smell it a mile away.]

Alright, so you're telling me I've been — taken back in time for absolutely no reason.

[mikangirl]

Not for no reason, no. I'm pretty sure our wonderful hosts decided to mess with you for the drama. They do that.

[She could do with throwing them out a window right now. She's at least half sure where, exactly, Sam might be on his timeline.] I mean, the you we have now is vastly different from...

[She gestures at the comm.]

Sorry. But they've done worse.

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What, worse to me?

[He slides in his chair a bit, moving to sit closer and inspect her comm device.]

Obviously. Look at this awkward weirdo on the feed.

[Sam that's so fucking rude, that's just souled you, you fuck.]

[mikangirl]

[Rude as fuck, wow.]

They made you believe you were still in Hell, once.

[Bluntly. She wants to see that reaction.]

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... Ah, I see.

That sucks.

[You caught him off guard, he didn't have time to actually conjure up some fake, sad emotion. He just looks at her with his eyebrows up, not a trace of pain of memory in his eyes. In fact, it's like you told him they're out of paper towels or something. He tries to seem a little more discontent depending on how deadpan her stare is, okay.]

I mean — that's... you know. Shitty of them.

Why bother with something like that?

[mikangirl]

[Yeah, that kind of clinches it, Sam. She's watching for it.]

Again. Ratings. I'm sure the audience just ate up how traumatised you were. Or at least how much you were at the time. I guess Hell doesn't mean much to you if you're missing a soul, though, huh.

[Throwin' that metaphorical dart.]

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................................

Well, fuck.

[Oh sorry that word is not allowed on cable TV Supernatural.

He looks so puzzled; stupid soulful Sam, always sharing too much with his bedfellows.]

I told you about that?

[mikangirl]

[The reaction's almost comical. Nami grins a little. It is still Sam, or half him; she'd much prefer the soulled version, thank you,but it's an interesting window.]

We've been through a lot. Life story swapping, that kinda thing.

[Accurately pegging what's going on is one thing. She doesn't know too much about Soulless; for example, she has no idea he would think they've slept together. Small mercies.]

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Ugh, great. I shouldn't even be surprised.

[He sounds so discontent with his usual self, on par the course.]

I guess if we've been in a foxhole together, it makes sense.

............... I'm surprised you haven't run screaming, in that case.

[mikangirl]

Why? I'm not supernatural, I'm not out to get you. I think the only thing I'm in danger of is a little obnoxious rudeness.

[She can already tell she isn't going to like Soulless much. All that ragging on Sam, jeez.]

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I kinda meant running from all the crazy crap in my life, but alright.

[He clears his throat, crossing his arms.]

Alright. I admit, I'm... a little unfiltered. Sure.

[Just a little tho.]