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[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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[onteamdyson]

Likewise. [Holy hunk-o-matic, batman. Play it cool, Kenz! Whatever you do, don't say something cheesy or pathetic.]

... [Okay, so apparently the only things you could think of saying were either cheesy or pathetic. ABORT MISSION!]

I... have to go. Move some... furniture? ... Soooooo... Call me! If you ever want to hang out, I mean. Because. The ship can get hella boring! And I'm very un-boring fyi.

[Inner facepalm. That was terrible. Just hang up while you still can.]

Later!

[upstairsbrain]

Uh-- [Honestly, Sam's not quite sure what's going on right now, but he's never been the smoothest cat on the block. Plus, he's missing a few marbles, so that doesn't help much. Mouth half-open, he just kind of. Settles for a slightly dumbfounded expression, replaces it with surprise, and then nods.]

S... Sure, yeah. I'll talk to you later.

[What's happening.]