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[unruly]

[ It's been over two weeks since Dean's put in an appearance on the network. A medium-scale demon infestation, working alongside your supposedly dead mother from the past to get rid of them and the arrival of the little brother you thought was in Hell can do that to a guy. But Dean's not really one to bitch and moan. The awful alcohol he's been working through at night has been taking care of that. He's also not one to go into any great detail over how genuinely glad he is that most people scraped through okay. That he'll express by being a little less of an asshole than usual.

This isn't a social post to the network, no questions about bodyshots to be seen, this time. Dean isn't part of the Welcome Committee for very good reasons, but it doesn't mean he can't actually offer up a little peace of mind for the new people. Yeah, make the most of this. It won't last. ]

For any of you newbies up here... [eloquent, as always,] this ship's got a Security team. I noticed a few people are askin' about family or friends and whether they're here too. Before you go wonderin' off lookin'? Keep in mind the second you get outta range of where we've already explored you don't have a snowball's chance gettin' back. [It took him three weeks the one time he went looking for survivors and that almost drove him crazy.]

You got a problem? Come talk to us. [He doesn't go as far as saying "we're here to help" out loud but... that's what he's implying.]


[ private - encrypted 95% - to anybody he knows helped exorcising the demons/keeping other people safe ]

Everybody on this freakin' ship owes you whether they realize what you did or not. [ There's a pause as he clears his throat. This isn't easy... he doesn't do motivational or heartfelt speeches. ] But I know what you did. And I won't forget. You got my thanks.


[ private - encrypted 95% - Tranquility Security team & Jim Kirk ]

Outside of that little fiesta we had with the demons... been noticin' a lot of people arrivin' and askin' where family members and friends are. I'm guessin' most of 'em are just confused because it's not like any of us had anybody here to hold our hand when we arrived. But just in case people are lost up here... eyes and ears open. Take names. Ask questions. Last thing we need right now is people wonderin' off lookin' for their family and not comin' back. Especially if they're right and they do have family and friends already here.

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[brightsides]

( At the very least, this message is promising. )

Would you mind telling me a bit more about this Security team?

( Friendly, but business-like, even if there's none of the clipped, military authority slipping in. )

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[unruly]

[ Don't think he hasn't noticed how hot you are, lady. He's just having a stab at being a responsible SEC team member for once. Let's see how long this lasts... ]

We're responsible for keepin' the peace. [ Or as close to peaceful as the Tranquility ever gets. Ironic, right? ]

Defendin' the ship from external and internal crap. Makin' sure all rules and regs are followed. [ Though anybody who has half an eye for reading people can probably tell that Dean Winchester? He doesn't follow half of those rules and regulations by any stretch of the imagination. Really, all that matters to Dean is his summary: ]

We're responsible for keepin' people safe.

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[brightsides]

( It's okay, she's noticed how hot she is, too. :'D If she knew Dean at all, she'd appreciate the effort. The poor chap might be doomed for some eyerolling, later on.

At any rate, that sounds familiar, comforting, really, and she nods as she listens. ) Those all sound like very admirable things. I suppose you could say I do something somewhat similar back at home.

( Although she needs to determine more information from Hotcakes, first. ) Sorry, I've been horrible at introductions. Starling.

( She'd shake his hand, but alas. )

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[therangerking]

Lost? [ ... Does not sound good. ]

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[unruly]

Yeah. 's a nice way of puttin' it. [ There's a pause as he remembers he's trying to be responsible and not a total douche. ]

You lost someone?

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[therangerking]

No. [ Quietly. If anyone of Arda comes, he will know. ]

You spoke of people losing their way if they went off to certain areas of the ship.

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[coarse]

[SOBS. TOO LATE, MR WINCHESTER, this one's already gone out doing exactly that. He doesn't look too worried, though.]

What've you got?

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[unruly]

[ Dean doesn't have a facepalm big enough, Bass. ]

What've I got?

[coarse]

You did chart out these areas, right?

[ video - private ]

[zooms]

[ Dean's thanks - whilst undoubtedly genuine and very much appreciated - don't seem to do much to make Hotspur feel particularly proud or heroic. In fact, the whole ordeal has made him feel pretty much the opposite: useless, guilty and just a little bit scared.

When he pulls his thoughts in order he thumbs the reply button on the device without actually knowing what it is he particularly wants to talk about. Some kind of reassurance, maybe, although he knows that Dean probably isn't the most ideal person to look towards for that. ]

Dean, you got a minute to talk?

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[unruly]

[ Any other day and maybe Dean would be snorting his amusement and being less than kind in response. Today -now- he's already in a certain mindset. Responsibility is the name of today's game.

He flips his device to video and nods his acknowledgement the second he knows Hotspur can see it. It helps that Hotspur's one of the guys that first private filter was addressed to. As far as Dean's concerned he's talking to a bro. ]

Yeah?

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[zooms]

This is goin' to seem like a real awkward bunch of questions, but... [ Hotspur's gaze momentarily connects with Dean's over the video feed before quickly flitting away and fixing on something off-screen. ]

Before you got in to the whole... demon fighting thing. Did you have much religious belief?

[majestyofthethrone]

Are you like the police?

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[unruly]

[ Not that he likes the comparison, but... ]

Police, army... search 'n rescue. [ Whatever's necessary. ]

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[majestyofthethrone]

Do you know why everyone is -

[The text stops for a second, blinking, then continues]

Do you know what's going on?

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[tumbleweeds]

Knowing what's already been explored might be helpful.

[ Jaye sounds... like she's sitting somewhere that echoes, actually. Wherever she is, it's dark. She needed a breather. ]

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[unruly]

[ Dean can't really make out details of the face the voice belongs to and that's probably best. If he could his answer would probably come out more like a proposition than not. ]

There's a map people've started puttin' together. Comes with a disclaimer. This ship's got a mind of its own so I wouldn't trust it not to screw around with you. 'specially with a damn map.

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[20mentholkools]

Some of us get back just fine.

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[unruly]

[ Riddick, Dean isn't impressed by your tone. It's why, though he's holding his device, he still wants to slow clap the voice in an attempt at mocking. ]

Congratulations. You just earned the Navigators boy scout badge. [ The sarcasm. It's impressively translated via the audio only feed. ] You should be proud of yourself.

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[redhotsummers]

Looking for any new members?

[Alex looks at the screen, serious. It would be good to do something again. Like the Resistance group he used to be a part of.]

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[unruly]

[ This wasn't supposed to be a recruitment drive, but Dean's not adverse to being totally okay with two birds and one stone. He's just not used to the potential recruits looking so young. ]

Yeah. Rate people keep showin' up here? We need as many people with the right skills as possible. [ Which is kind of a request for a verbal resume, dude. He wants to know what it is you can do. ]

How old're you?

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[upstairsbrain]

[It's been a long few days, and Sam's done pretty much nothing but sleep and take walks around the ship. Either way, the broadcast seems to trip something in his memory.]

Someone mentioned the Security team to me when I first showed up. I'd like to help out.

[Because he needs some way to occupy his time, to get himself out of his own head.]

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[unruly]

[ It's not that Dean doesn't trust his own brother, or that he doesn't believe in the guy's abilities, but putting him right in the firing line when all he remembers is what he's been through lately...

He can still remember that conversation they had about him realizing that Sam? He's grown up now. Like taking his body back from Lucifer for long enough to throw him in the cage wasn't proof enough. But Sam is and always will be his little brother, and that's the reason he hesitates, if only for a second. ]

Could've done with your Sasquatch ass backin' me up last month. [ Which isn't really addressing the issue, but that's what he's working up to. ]

's not like what we do back on Earth, Sam. That's only half of it.

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[angerissues]

[ Mason's probably not someone the team will want helping out when he actually comes clean about what happened to Tommy, but he has to offer. Maybe, just maybe, they'll get past the attack once they realize he had no control over himself at the time. And maybe, after that, they'll realize his strength and speed, even in human form when it's slightly less impressive, will be helpful. ]

You ever need another member of the security team, lemme know. It's not like I've got a lot on my plate here or anything.

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[unruly]

[ Hello stranger! Dean's half-grin is indicative of what he thinks of this idea. Unfortunately for both of them he doesn't realize just what Mason is, and that's probably going to make things worse when the truth does come out. ]

Why the hell haven't you signed up already? Hold up. I'll send you the form...

[ The feed shakes a little as Dean starts fiddling with his device, finds the right file and then sends it over. ]

You got that?


File attachment: SEC//SignUpForm.txt