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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)
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?]
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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What exactly do you know about me, then? If we've known each other for months.
[Fishing for information is totally the best way to go.]
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...know some other stuff. You've been through hell but where you're from you get told to kick it in the ass. [He actually doesn't know much] I know you like to use fancy crap for your hair, so you could lay offa mine.
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So you know the Hell stuff... and that I like carrots in my stew.
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And you're nosy. And a nag.
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[But you win, you win.]
I think it's pretty obvious by now, you're not exactly — ringing any bells. I'm guessing I, uh, must have somehow... went back in my timeline. [... How to ask about if he gets his soul back or not. Should he ask? Seems like a fine line between screwing himself over and getting answers. But maybe he should. Yeah. Maybe.] Or... something.
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[no you fucko]
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But what if this is some kind of mindfuck episode like what Sam talked about before. Because honestly he really isn't acting like himself, even if he still sounds the same...even if he's being seriously annoying, Cloud can't just leave it like this in good conscience.]
M'kay. Asshole. So, do you need to be babysat? Need a behavioral designated driver? I can't imagine someone being friends with you, but on the off chance I'm wrong maybe you'd like a buffer.
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['Asshole', good, let the hate flow through you.]
... I'm fine, by the way. Never been better.
[Sssssort ooooffff.]
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I'll wear this "I'm a dick" sign if you hang up missing signs to find yours.
[fiLTER NO FILTER WHAT FILTER]
I've got some reading to do, if you'll excuse me.
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Oh my god, fine, do whatever you want. [Cloud'll just...keep an ear out. Or something. If Sam starts indiscriminately killing people then he'll deal with that then]