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driftfleet2018-06-07 04:28 pm
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2018-06-07 04:28 pm
action./voice.
Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: Now-ish!
[Man, he had the nicest dream. And yeah, he knows it's just a dream, because it's nice. That's literally the criteria the dude works with most nights. His brother and mother and Cas, they were all sitting in the bunker enjoying a movie, or something. He couldn't remember the movie exactly, but there were people who were definitely supposed to be dead there. And they had retired, and it was all good, and they were talking about fishing nearby where it's really abandoned —
When he peels his eyes open he feels like he has the biggest hangover of his life — and is more than a little uneasy (that dream didn't help), and before long he's shuffling through the halls of the Bloodsport like a full month of being missing didn't happen. He knows something's off for sure, but, um. He's also half-awake, hair askew and palm pressing into the socket of one eye to stave off a migraine.]
Man, where'd this even come from...
[Don't worry, it'll go away eventually. He'll just. Make some coffee. Yes.
He sits down with his cup of coffee and turns on his comm device, and nearly spits his drink on it.]
I've been out a month!?
[AW MAN, NOT LOST TIME AGAIN.
Sam Winchester and lost time, not buddies, thanks.
A little while later, after he catches up with his buddies:]
[VOICE.]
Hey, uh. So. I've been out a while. Sorry about that — It's been a hell of a... time... I guess. To be honest, I can't really say it feels like it's been that long. I might as well pick up right where I left off, though — right. Blood drives are at the Iskaulit; I'll be available throughout the next few days for that, if you're interested in donating blood.
You do have some paperwork to fill out, and I'm keeping the cut-off at 16, but for those who qualify, it can be a matter of life or death around here when things go crazy.
For anyone new, hey — I'm Sam Winchester, employee at The Space Bar. I also loan out books from my personal stash if you're feeling bored. If you're a new face to me, I'd love to learn more about you, especially what kind of earth or universe you're from. We all seem to have pretty interesting diverging paths at some point, even if the rest of our Earths match up pretty well.
... Like for example, imaginary friends are real in my world, and Snooki is a demon.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: Now-ish!
[Man, he had the nicest dream. And yeah, he knows it's just a dream, because it's nice. That's literally the criteria the dude works with most nights. His brother and mother and Cas, they were all sitting in the bunker enjoying a movie, or something. He couldn't remember the movie exactly, but there were people who were definitely supposed to be dead there. And they had retired, and it was all good, and they were talking about fishing nearby where it's really abandoned —
When he peels his eyes open he feels like he has the biggest hangover of his life — and is more than a little uneasy (that dream didn't help), and before long he's shuffling through the halls of the Bloodsport like a full month of being missing didn't happen. He knows something's off for sure, but, um. He's also half-awake, hair askew and palm pressing into the socket of one eye to stave off a migraine.]
Man, where'd this even come from...
[Don't worry, it'll go away eventually. He'll just. Make some coffee. Yes.
He sits down with his cup of coffee and turns on his comm device, and nearly spits his drink on it.]
I've been out a month!?
[AW MAN, NOT LOST TIME AGAIN.
Sam Winchester and lost time, not buddies, thanks.
A little while later, after he catches up with his buddies:]
[VOICE.]
Hey, uh. So. I've been out a while. Sorry about that — It's been a hell of a... time... I guess. To be honest, I can't really say it feels like it's been that long. I might as well pick up right where I left off, though — right. Blood drives are at the Iskaulit; I'll be available throughout the next few days for that, if you're interested in donating blood.
You do have some paperwork to fill out, and I'm keeping the cut-off at 16, but for those who qualify, it can be a matter of life or death around here when things go crazy.
For anyone new, hey — I'm Sam Winchester, employee at The Space Bar. I also loan out books from my personal stash if you're feeling bored. If you're a new face to me, I'd love to learn more about you, especially what kind of earth or universe you're from. We all seem to have pretty interesting diverging paths at some point, even if the rest of our Earths match up pretty well.
... Like for example, imaginary friends are real in my world, and Snooki is a demon.
action;
Whoa, hey! Look who's still alive!
action;
I am. I think at this point, death wouldn't want to deal with me anyway.
[Hardy harrrrr.]
I'm kind of a pain in the ass like that.
action;
[If only everyone could be so lucky, right Sam!? Cheating death sounds so great!]
You were gone a long time, though. D'you remember anything?
action;
Usually I end up back home for a little bit, and it's usually no fun. At all.
action;
Your home's got all the spookies waiting for you, right? Monsters and ghosts or whatever.
Re: action;
Been a while since I've heard them referred to like that.
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[He always tells everyone else about his! Give him some deets, man.]
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Oh man, the stories I could tell. Back where I grew up there were a lot of frogs that could walk on two legs- we called them Touch Mes. Because when they touched you, suddenly you were the frog! As kids we used 'em for dares. "Is it a frog, or a Touch Me!? Go find out!"
Oh, and in the Midgar slums there was always a chance of running into Hell House, which is pretty much exactly how it sounds. That one throws bombs at people. Uhh, let's see... Grangalan is an egg-doll monster that spits out tiny versions of itself and throws sawblades at your head, Dorky Face is a floating pumpkinhead in a skirt... and then there's all the weird clones...
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Wait, wait, wait. Roll it back. You turn into a frog when you touch them?
How do you turn back?
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I can blissfully say that's one of the few things I can deny; I've never been a frog.
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