driftfleet | 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.

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I attacked the ship.

[As calm as can be.]

.... And? How'd it go?

[There's a note of apology in Thor's voice at that.]

I'm glad to tell you, but would rather do it in person.

[Even if he doesn't fully believe in keeping things off the network, he does it anyway just in case.]

Sounds like a plan to me. You want me to come to you?

[Because he can definitely drop by for this kind of juicy scoop, Mr. Thunder God.]

Sure. I'm on the Iskaulit at the moment, I'll meet you at the shuttle bay.

Got it, I'll find you there.

[And so Sam Winchester ventures out to find the god of thunder, his fellow Tall Man.

Don't you wander too far off, he wants some juicy answers, fella.]

[No chance of that. Thor finishes what he was doing and heads over to the shuttle bay as agreed. He's leaning against a wall there when Sam docks, straightening up with a smile when the other man approaches.]

Good to see you in the flesh, Winchester. Castiel was very concerned for you.

So I've heard. He made sure my brain wasn't leaking from my ears — or whatever he was going for.

[He smiles a little, looking content (if not a little exasperated) enough with the concern.]

Good to see you, too, though. That was a pretty risky move you guys made.

[Not that he's judging at all; he does it all the time.]

[Thor merely chuckles, far enough away from the event now to find some humour in it.]

I think this Fleet could use more risk. I was tired of being told what couldn't be done.

It is pretty maddening, trying to find something to do about it all. I'm used to taking pretty immediate action when shit hits the fan. Here, though...? It's a trickle of success, and never where you expect it.

So it would seem. But we did have some success, in two areas. Seeing what kind of damage the hull can withstand, and also seeing inside at least one room.

[This wouldn't usually measure up to Thor's yardstick for success. With progress being so 'trickly' here though, as Sam put it, he does take this as a step in the right direction.]

One room, huh?

[He eyes him, frown deepening.]

You saw inside the Marsiva? Was it the holding area for the new arrivals, or...?

[Or something other than that? That's pretty important.]

No, it wasn't that. I don't know what the room was intended for. There was a strange substance in there, though - some kind of liquid pooled on the floor. Black stuff like oil. Only it seemed to move on its own.

... Reminds me of something unpleasant from back home. Doubt they're linked, though.

Did it move in any particular way that seemed note-worthy?

What was it?

[Thor has to think back to how the thing moved.]

It was like it was pooling in a corner as though the ship had tilted, only it was level.

Huh...

[That doesn't sound great, but it does sound like something they'd deal with back home. And speaking of home, the question leaves him going back to a Simpler(TM) time, when Leviathan tried to harvest people like cows. Oh, those were the days.

Just kidding, they were a shitshow like the rest of his life was.]

They were called Leviathan. Sound familiar?

I take it you mean something specific, not just a beast of great size?

They were... well. Basically monsters made of black ooze, back home. They broke free of their other world to come to earth and began impersonating and eating humans. They were planning on drugging them and herding them like cattle, but we were luckily able to stop it from going too far.

I doubt they're the same, but it's still a creepy coincidence.

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