driftfleet | Action/Voice. Sherlock Sam and the Funky Bunch

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Action/Voice. Sherlock Sam and the Funky Bunch

Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: Planetside
When: Throughout end of March.

[Action. OPTION A. (At Some Point Earlier in March)]

[Being soulless had not been the worst thing in the world for Sam. There's worse to glitch to. But when he wakes up one morning fully resouled and with every memory of being either a pervert or an ass, he resolves to groan into his hands and wish to go back to sleep for a few years. But life's not nearly so generous to a Winchester, so sooner or later he's up and around the fleet again (trying to pretend he didn't hit on someone who is like a sister, or insult everyone's hair, or make out with a friend. Oh god. Regardless, he is... around. Gym, The Space bar to work, the Bloodsport.

He's Sam again. Like, sappy furrow-browed Sam. Thank god?]

[Action. OPTION B. (Later in March)]

[When they land on the planet, Sam's instantly skeptical. It means he should be digging around in whatever has bodies of literature, obviously - so he's in the library, nose-deep, brow wrinkled in deep thought where he scours over blueprints, informational works, and so on. Feel free to break his concentration or make him go sleep or eat, because he's kinda getting really involved in living in this damn library.]

Voice.

Hey, guys. I think I've got something that'll help us. So this place - Nariba Relia, it was some passion project with regards to settling down and making a planet inhabitable. Actually, that's kind of what we're used to, right? Planets that aren't quite as inhabitable, people adapting where needed. Anyway, they were working on this replicator tech - I'm assuming that's the replacement of already used supplies, like we've been seeing in town.

There's not much else here that talks about it, but it's at least something... I've found a few blueprints here, too - if anyone wants to look into them, I'm more than happy to pass off whatever I come across so we can find where the hell the people here went. I, um. I also wonder if the fleet... uses something similar to replicator technology?

I mean, we always seem stocked with particular foods, don't we? In the kitchens. Sure, we can bring our own foods aboard the ships, but I've always wondered how they restocked the basic gels and all that. If we were on typical spaceships from home, I'm sure we'd have run out of rations by now, right? It's just a thought.

Anyone interested in sifting through these blueprints with me? There are a hell of a lot; a whole town's worth, and all that.

Maybe we can get something out of them that we could have from Nariba Relia's citizens.

[AKA feel free to find any information you need through these blueprints he's got laid out.

Also please dear god don't mention the soulless thing.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[They always return to the scene of the crime! Especially when the scene was the gym and they both like to stay in shape because you never know when things will get apocalyptic. So it isn't too shocking that eventually after a certain "training session" Kitty and Sam find themselves in the gym again together and alone.

She'd thought about calling him a few times, but she wasn't sure what to say. Or really how to feel about the whole thing. It was fun, but she doesn't really feel ready for it even if she's also lonely and touch starved. Winn returning feels less and less likely every day, but she's still in love with him and that complicates everything for her and for anyone she'd do any "moving on" with. And as she continued to not call she eventually noticed he wasn't calling either which made her reflect more on the state of Sam and how something seemed different the whole time. He definitely looked different to her, but then it felt like they were talking the way they usually would. But they've definitely never made out before and he's never hit on her, so was that the only difference or was it more? It's hard to put her finger on, but she's pretty sure it was more.

And the moment she sees him again she's even more sure because he looks like he always had and not like he did that day. Not bad or anything, but a little more mature? A little more in his head? Though she's not sure what it all means.]

Hey you.

[Sam's doing some of his usual, though this time he's got himself a sweater that, despite being quite big on any normal human being, is rather form-fitting and tight over his shoulders, hair in a short ponytail save for escaping bangs on one side. He looks a little older, a little more frayed compared to the man she'd kissed —

Ah. Sam glances at her and sits up sharply from the weight bench.

Smooth. He may seem a little surprised (maybe mortified), sure... But he'll do his best to try to not make this any more awkward than it could have been or may be now. It was just... a thing. A thing that happened. He's had way worse go down in soulless mode; this is at least nothing too bad, was really nice in fact, in memory. He's not sure how to feel about the idea that she wanted to return a kiss — it's not love or anything, not like that, but it was a very personal and unerasable thing between two living breathing people.

Sam tucks his wayward strand away behind a slightly pointed ear.

He has to explain, and it sucks.

And in as normal a reply as he can, like they're just chummy at the gym, he says:]

Hey, Kitty. How're you doing today?

[This is already going so well, Sammy.]

[Starting with the small talk? Probably easier, sure. She steps in closer to where Sam is because why call across the gym to each other?]

Mmm, still the captive of mysterious alien overlords, but otherwise doing pretty good. You?

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