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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

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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?]

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[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.]

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.

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.

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.]

[Rude as fuck, wow.]

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

[Bluntly. She wants to see that reaction.]

... 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?

[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.]

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

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?

[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.]

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.

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.]

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.]

Your crap is only slightly crazier than mine.

---actually, that's debatable. I think we're even, but yours is more horrible. [Given she's running around a set of islands made of candy right now back home. Or... she was.]

Unfiltered isn't a problem. I have to ask where you stand on supernatural creatures that aren't hurting anyone, though.

[Only slightly, huh? That's terrible, too bad he can't pity you properly.

More importantly...

His brow quirks high.]

What kind of supernatural are we talking?

All kinds. Most of them the kind where it's perfectly normal to be what they are back home. Some are hidden. None of them are a threat.

[...she's just not gonna mention Sascha.]

... Well. I'm not gonna lop off any heads if it'll get me into trouble here. So.

[Obviously, the important thing is him not getting into trouble!!]

But if any of them act like a threat, I can't say I'll feel bad fighting back.

.... Or feel — much of anything at all, really.

At least you're honest. I'm pretty sure self-defense is still acceptable in these parts.

[Especially when some of their glitches are more winter-soldier-homicidal types. She won't go into that. Crossing fingers nobody goes nuts this week.]

You've got a room, you're free to go between ships, look around. Go through your comm. You can come to your own conclusions, I guess.

[He rubs his chin, taking in what she's throwing down. Alright, well — can't argue with that. And as much as he's not going to 100% take everything at face value (you know how his world is), he'll at least be comforted researching every inch of this place until he can find his own conclusion.]

... After breakfast. I'm starving.

[See, sometimes Soulless is totally a cool dude. Like. 40% of the time.

What is in this godforsaken kitchen...]

Honestly, since we're apparently good buds, I'd love to know more about you.

Hmm. [Tongue in cheek time. She counts off her fingers.] Pirate. Thief. Navigator. Cartographer. Bartender. Captain of this ship. Cute.

Any questions?

... Wow. Lot of titles going around here.

[Oh, he has found Sam's left-overs that clearly have 'SAM' written on them.

Time to eat it eagerly, and think hard about something to ask-]

On a scale of 1 to 10, how do I rate?

[...........

She's not that naive, honestly, but she's still hopefully mistaken, right?]

Rate?

[..... Wow, are you new to banging? It's a whole new world, lady.]

In bed, I mean. When we've had sex? I can throw some slang terms if you want.

[Oh my fucking god, why was she not expecting this-- what the hell does she say--

....you can see the red heat just creep up to her ears right about now.]

I'm not sure it's polite to rate people.

[Honestly she'd tell him they haven't had sex but she's too mortified by what his response might be okok DO NOT TRY TO SEDUCE HER SAM]

... So — at least an eight, I hope?

If there's something you'd want me to do for the next time, I'm more than happy to get constructive criticism.

[Do you know how red her damned face is Sam

do you, because now her mind has gone places she'd really rather have not, like ever, and--]

Ah-ahh, I'll keep that in mind! Gotta go, late for shift!

[It's like 8am, nobody opens bar at 8am

BUT TODAY WE'LL MAKE AN EXCEPTION she's out the door.] Look me up if you need anything!

[Please don't.]

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