Action/Voice. Sherlock Sam and the Funky Bunch

[collegedropout]

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.]

Comments

voice;

[collegedropout]

Library, yeah. I wouldn't say 'secret' more than just... being a little buried.

There's a lot to go through here.

[A pause.]

Worse welcomes, huh?

voice;

[privateeyed]

I bet. All right, I'm on my way, let me just - remember how the fuck I got down there the other day.

[there's a grunt as he gets to his feet and starts moving through his ship] Probably. Someone's probably got me beat for a more worse welcome.

voice;

[collegedropout]

[................]

Well, uh, um — good luck. With that.

You know, you probably can just ask to take a shuttle, someone'll be able to pilot you down.

voice;

[privateeyed]

I don't need someone to pilot me down, I can do it myself. [and how dare u for suggesting such a thing gosh] I just meant - nevermind, I can do it.

Give me twenty. [CLICK. Jackass is on his way]

[collegedropout]

[Oh lord, the jackass is on his way.

He checks his watch, and then gets back to work.

20 minutes, buddy.]

[privateeyed]

[look, there's a reason he doesn't drive back home. At least the shuttles have auto-pilot.

He does get there in twenty minutes or so, as promised. Though when he does step into the library he pauses as he realizes he has no idea what Sam looks like.

. . . okay well then look for the nerd with the blueprints, probably]

[collegedropout]

[Good job, doofus. Luckily, Sam stands out well enough! He's the tall broad-shouldered dude with princess hair over yonder, looking like he's about to melt into some books and blueprints spread out on the table.

Yeah, that guy.]

[privateeyed]

[it's hard to miss him, god damn tall nerd. Ben approaches the table and knocks lightly on the end in greeting, the sound oddly metallic, then slides into the seat across from him]

I half-expected you to end up being another kid. [hi. The jackass is here]

[collegedropout]

[Sam glances his way, and he can't help but smirk a little at the comment.]

There's plenty of smart kids around here, yeah.

But I've been around the block. Just another day, right?

[privateeyed]

[he can't help but snort]

Yeah there is. I've never felt so old and dumb.

I dunno, doing this shit feels like any other day. First normal-ish day I've had.

[collegedropout]

You get used to it.

[The old and dumb thing, kids are so rude.]

... Normal-ish, huh?

[privateeyed]

Which part? Feeling dumb or feeling old?

[they really are, some of them put Ben to shame]

Yeah, I'm a private investigator. [he gestures to all the papers] Sitting around reading case files and other information all day is a Monday for me. [...] Minus all the paper. Everything's digital now.

[collegedropout]

Probably both, at this point.

[But he listens with keen interest.]

A private investigator, huh...? I was kind of one, too, myself. Technically.

[privateeyed]

And here I thought I had a few years before I had to think about that.

[both eyebrows shoot up] Yeah? It's a little more involved where I'm from, but everyone and their mom freelances work nowadays - even the police, so us PIs get a fancy upgrade. Why technically? Not sure? Illegal PI?

[collegedropout]

Ah, I worked for free and definitely didn't get any credentials in it that would hold up in day-to-day life. [He glances up, eyebrow quirked.] My brother and I investigate potentially supernatural murders.

[privateeyed]

. . . you know, if I didn't have invisible folk on my ship, I'd call bullshit.

[and you know, he hadn't seen actual magic and shit. The fleet's been pretty eye-opening]

[collegedropout]

Well, thank god for the invisible folk.

But I get that a lot anyway, so.

[privateeyed]

I bet, it sounds out there. [haha see what he did there] So - what, you hunt ghosts and demons and whatever that kill people? Didn't know they actually did that - thought it was just a shitty horror thing.

[collegedropout]

That'd be the dream, wouldn't it? But unfortunately, no, not back home.

Most people aren't really aware they exist — our job isn't only to protect them, but to kind of... keep it on the down-low, to avoid mass panic. Most people wouldn't really be that jazzed to know half the crap we've dealt with.

[privateeyed]

Geez . . . that sounds like a pain in the ass. [the whole thing, really. He doesn't know how he'd manage to do a job like that - keeping it all to himself as well as the public] Sounds like one of those "it pays jack shit but it's worth it" jobs.

[collegedropout]

Pretty much, yeah. It pays zero in cash, but... it feels good, keeping people safe.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, I get that. Good on you. [he doesn't dish out praise without good reason, so congratulations, Sam, he likes you]

[collegedropout]

[He gives a little nod, content and thankful.]

Alright then — shall we?

[Time to research 'til we die, buddy.]

[privateeyed]

[he's so game this is his jam]

Yup. Only thing we're missing is coffee.