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driftfleet2018-02-22 12:47 pm
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2018-02-22 12:47 pm
Video / Action. Soulless Sam's My Soulless Jam
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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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... 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?]
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
... 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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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.
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[Gel is more Dean's thing. Anyway.]
Care to point me in the direction of whoever's puppeteering all this, Pinocchio?
[Because he's not about to believe it's all real, nobody fucking does aliens without knowing they won't be taken seriously.]
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[The reference is lost on him as Vash gives an uncaring shrug at the name. Assuming it was meant to be insulting in some way, but he just doesn't care.]
Nope, sorry. No can do. Everyone here is in the same boat as you buddy. We all want to speak to the 'man in charge' but no one can get to them.
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[He's so impatient, please hurry this up, dude.]
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Soooooooo if you figure that mystery out please let the rest of us know.
[Vash sounds bored. Mostly because he knows in a few days, or at most a couple weeks, Sam will likely remember all this information.]
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[Vash you all sound really inept rn with what information he has.]
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Unless aliens are scrambling brains around here.
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... Sounds a lot like nasty spells, though. Witchcraft, maybe?
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And it... could be...? I really don't know much about witchcraft.
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[He doesn't care at all about the insult. He's been called so, so much worse.]
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But, you know. He wouldn't argue against being as terrible as moldy leaves.]
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