† TWO [video]

[upstairsbrain]

[A wild Sam Winchester appeared! He looks better off than last time, by far... currently, he's just a bit restless.]

Hey, uh-- Tranquility. [There's a weak smile, because it's bizarre addressing everyone on their space ship home. Space ship. Home.]

I was wondering what people usually end up doing in their free time here. Y'know, when they're not... dealing with hallucinations.

[He's referring to the fear gas, though he has quite enough delusions to deal with on his own, Thank You Very Much.]

Anyway, I was thinking more along the lines of jobs. Anything I can help out with, let me know.

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[upstairsbrain]

[He's a moose, yes, he gets it. :l ]

I was thinking of joining up with the security team, actually. Sounds more like what I'm used to from back home.

[Vague statement is vague. Also, that last bit about the pool and such is surprising.]

... This place really has it all, huh?

[cons]

[ she stretches her arms up over her head, about five seconds from yawning. is it obvious she's bored too? ]

You're gonna wanna get in touch with a guy named Jim Kirk, then. Or Dean Winchester. They handle all that crap. ..Stuff.

[ cops make her nervous, ok. even though they're "security", but, whatever. ]

Kinda. In what it's lacking, it makes up for it in really long hallways with locked doors that nobody has access to. I'm starting to think maybe they're hiding all the fun stuff there.

[upstairsbrain]

Someone did mention Jim Kirk to me, earlier. [Beat.] And Dean's my brother, so that'll be easy.

[Eh, he gets it. Sam's been arrested dozens of times.]

I think they're hiding more than fun. [Cue wrinkled forehead of Concentration.] Even just going by that message we saw-- there's obviously something serious happening that we don't know about it.

[cons]

Oh. [ !! ] Huh. That works.

[ wichita frowns a bit as soon as he says 'serious' ]

Yeah, there's definitely some dark stuff going on. But considering the only clue we've gotten so far is a poem about pain and dying, and a list of names? I'm gonna not go looking into it yet. Not until there's a 'who' to tack onto the 'what'.

[upstairsbrain]

Yeah. [Sam shrugs. He'll probably end up investigating anyway, but best to pretend for now that he doesn't typically do stupid stuff like that.] Especially when everyone seems to get lost just going from place to place. Poking around without much to go on is a bad idea.

[cons]

[ eeeeeyes. ]

You're right, it is. Well, going alone is anyway. I've wandered around before, trying to see how deep I could get into the ship before getting turned around, and I can't say I've ever gotten very far before. They've got too many hallways blocked off to actually get anywhere, you know?

[upstairsbrain]

I've heard of a lot of people getting lost, though. Ending up where they shouldn't be. So, they must be getting somewhere, somehow.

... Maybe there's a system to it? Huh.

[cons]

Maybe. Eh, I think people get lost cause they get themselves lost, I don't think it's a changing-staircase situation or whatever. It's a big ship and we've got no map, so.

[upstairsbrain]

Makes sense.

[Pause. Right.]

Sorry, ah... can I have your name? So I'll remember for later. I've met a dozen people so far, and it's hard to keep track. Everything considered.

[cons]

Oh, yeah. I'm Wichita.

[ here's a single wave at the camera ]

[upstairsbrain]

[Like the city? Okay then.]

I'm Sam. Nice to meet you.