http://iamwinchester.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] iamwinchester.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion2011-12-08 06:28 pm

video; 001

[Of all the places Dean figured he’d wake up, submerged in a freaky Matrix-style pod filled with liquid wasn’t one of the top contenders. He’s woken up in far worse situations before and though that should be a comfort it’s not. All of this is supposed to be over...

What follows his rude re-entry into consciousness is a slick (literally) routine, old habits and what he knows mix, eyes, ears and hands checking out the entire medical bay. The scalpel he ends up with is more chance than anything and, though he’s got nowhere to stash it yet without risking serious injury, he keeps his grip on it tight. He has nothing else to go by aside from an itch inside his arm and it’s not until he twists it over to scratch that he reads the number tattooed into his skin. 124.

Another minute passes as he tries to figure out how stopping the apocalypse has anything to do with this, and he half considers the idea that he’s actually dead at least three times before the number and the lockers suddenly make sense. He finds 124 and opens it, stares inside at the weirdass Star Trek uniform and tries not to react to the keys he can see very clearly next to a lighter, a pack of beef jerky and his hunting knife. He’s not going to think about his baby, alone in a graveyard without him.

Once the uniform is grudgingly pulled on, his own belongings concealed in various places around his body, the device he doesn’t recognize is scooped up and flipped over twice in his hands, powered up and snorted at when it tells him to go to the blue lift. That ain’t happening anytime soon. Instead he’s messing around with every single button until he’s told he’s broadcasting to a network. Awesome.]


Who the hell’s in charge around here? And who wants to explain why I’ve got a number tattooed into my goddamn arm? I swear to that douche upstairs, if this has anythin’ to do with any of you feathery assholes I will kick your asses from here to... whatever.

I have no idea how I got here. I have a number in my arm and right now, for all I know, I’m in some kinda concentration camp for guys who the universe thought it hadn’t crapped on hard enough or long enough. Anybody with answers? I’ll trade you strips of my beef jerky for information. Maybe.

[The feed cuts out here, though anybody who’s anywhere close when he realizes where he is? Be prepared for expletives like you’ve never heard before.]
circumitus: What if cement was really a rainbow color they just secretly paint it grey so as not to distract drivers? (what if...)

[personal profile] circumitus 2011-12-08 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Haven't found anyone in charge. I'd like to know myself, if there is one.

[She needs orders; almost desperately needing a direction.]

We're on a ship, though.
I don't remember how I got here. I don't think anyone does.

[She nurses the numbers, tattooed into her own arm -- 056.]
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2011-12-08 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Because it isn't that kind of ship. We're in space.

[So casual about it, too.]
circumitus: you started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt." (wave goodbye to your troubles)

[personal profile] circumitus 2011-12-08 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Who...?

[Oh god, she already doesn't remember her name.]
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2011-12-08 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know. Maybe it's the part that doesn't care whether I'm in space or on Mars. Does it matter?
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2011-12-08 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
You look out your window today? I'm pretty sure that's space out there.
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2011-12-10 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Same difference.
circumitus: (i'll feed your fingertips to wolverines)

[personal profile] circumitus 2011-12-10 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sure you're not the only one.
circumitus: you started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt." (wave goodbye to your troubles)

[personal profile] circumitus 2011-12-12 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine, so you have no idea what I'm talking about. [That's okay -- neither does she.] Suit yourself.