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

[collegedropout]

... I mean, you know. Without awkwardly losing any souls and making out.

[He flusters. Just a little. Dammit.]

[passingthrough]

[She laughs at that.] You know, I'm not the one who had to lose my soul to think you were cute.

[collegedropout]

That's — no, no, you're definitely really cute whether I have a soul or not—

[He clears his throat, recognizing the trap he's been teased into. The flustering persists, like ebola, thanks.]

I mean, anybody who argues that is probably legally blind.

[passingthrough]

[She may have enjoyed making him fluster again, but he gets her in the end with that last line. She wouldn't go that far, but it's sweet. Flattering. She even blushes the smallest possible amount!]

Thanks, Sam. And no worries. I'm in agreement with letting it end where it started. I'm kind of a mess right now anyway. [Yes, someone is worried about being too much of a mess for you, Sam. Soak it in.]

[collegedropout]

[He scoffs, skeptical.]

Don't worry, I'm sure I've got you beat there.

Which I'm hoping isn't the kind of competition you're looking for.

[passingthrough]

I mean, when you said you were sure you had me beat there was a moment I wanted to list my bonafides. But no, I'm not competitive with who is most messed up. [Much.]

[collegedropout]

A hell of a thing to get competitive over.

[But yanno, his spirits are good now, so it's funny in a... sad way.]

Usually people compete over things like who can drink more, or who can do the most push-ups.

Or who can binge the most television in one sitting.

[passingthrough]

Are you talking about people in general or Dean specifically right now? [She smiles at him.] For me it's more sports or cards. Or academically. I can get occasionally very nerdily competitive.

[collegedropout]

[Ah, he sheepishly huffs a laugh.]

Dean-specific, I guess. You got me there.

He's better at cards, but... I'm not too bad at the academic side of things. College was fun for that.

[passingthrough]

I never did get to do the college thing. I think I would have liked it. [But, you know, the world was too busy being broken.]

Maybe we should face off in a trivia game sometime. Assuming they make those for people from alternate dimensions.

[collegedropout]

Oh, sure. Like Jeopardy, or Cards Against Humanity. Sounds like a terrible choice.

[AKA the best choice.]

... The drift fleet version is probably just a massive atroma headache, but hey.

[We all know the atroma would do that, just to be dicks.]

[passingthrough]

Being a headache is their brand. [Smiling at him.]

What's Cards Against Humanity? [Such a provocative name! It's hard when pop culture gets cut off just because everything is the worst at home.]

[collegedropout]

An adult game of mad-lib that makes you question the sanity of your friends and family.

So great fun, really. Perfect for side-eyeing people you thought you knew.

[And so embarrassing, god help us.]

[passingthrough]

Sounds perfect for us. Like just hearing our backstories isn't enough. [She laughs.] I'm game if you find a space version.