video;

[target]

[The feed opens on one of the all too familiar passenger rooms. While it may technically be his though, it isn't where he's been staying. But it'll do for what he has planned now; namely making his presence known. He's done with having to keep his head down. If there's someone on this ship who's out for his blood, here he is, a sitting duck.]

Okay, fine. I get it, alright? This is me buying in to this shit. Happy now?

[... No, he isn't entirely sure who that's aimed toward. Don't mind him. He's just pissed off, tired, and still feeling like he needs to puke up his insides. And it isn't all down to the grav couch. Thank a certain other arrival's existence on that one.]

So does somebody want to tell me where I go to hitch a ride home? I've got shit to take care of, and being stuck a billion miles...lightyears- Whatever the fuck you want to call it -away from Earth really wasn't factored in to my plans.

[Not that there's a real plan to mess up though. Oh well. Please ignore all the posturing. Really, this is a welcome break from his life back home.]

How about a drink? There's gotta be some kind of alien bar here. What good's the future if you can't have alcohol?

[There's a lot more questions on his mind, but, priorities. So instead, he's just going to cut off there. Much easier.]

Comments

audio;

[unruly]

You're talkin' about hitchin'. There's nothin' about that that doesn't sound like you're relying on someone else. [Dean just knows better than to try and take one of those shuttles for himself. For starters? He has no freaking idea how to fly one.]

audio;

[target]

I can drive. Doesn't mean I can fly a fucking spaceship too.

audio;

[unruly]

Guess you better start learnin', dude. [Wes, you bring out the troll in Dean. :D]

Alcohol I can hook you up with, though.

audio;

[target]

You offering lessons? [Troll, he can deal with. Keep it coming, Dean.]

Though if there's alcohol, I'm willing to hold off for a couple of days.

audio;

[unruly]

'course. Tell you what. Head on down to the hangar and I'll show you how to get home without a shuttle. [...because you can totally breathe in space.]

Alcohol's gonna cost you, man.

audio;

[target]

That sounds familiar. [You know, what with Tony Stark talking about the airlock. :|]

I guess US dollars mean fuck all when you're stuck in space.

audio;

[unruly]

Your money's no good here, man. Right now you're tradin' with items that came with you and favors. [Which is the truth. But Dean could easily give this guy alcohol without needing payment in return.]

audio;

[target]

Really. [Nice and flat.]

Well, one, I didn't come in with anything I'm willing to trade away. And two, you're definitely not my type so be careful with those "favors".

audio;

[unruly]

[Dean feels like he missed a trick. For once he wasn't the guy talking about those kind of favors.]

Those? Those are the least of your worries, man. Not the kinda favors 'm talkin' about. But if you want to get on that... 'm sure there's someone around who'll trade you somethin'. Maybe.

audio;

[target]

That was more of a cue for you to tell me what you'd want.

[Otherwise, he'll come snooping, mister stranger.]

audio;

[unruly]

What've you got that you're not tradin' with?

audio;

[target]

My inheritance. [Well, part of it.]

audio;

[unruly]

[Dean doesn't like it when people aren't forthcoming with information. ...which is completely hypocritical, but whatever. He's the dude with the knowledge.]

Specific. Cute. ...details? Most people come here with items that're pretty telling about what they do or what they're good at. 'm tryin' to figure out if you got a talent outside of bein' a smartass.

audio;

[target]

Clothing, if you want to be specific. [Because that's about as much as he's willing to share with a stranger. ... Or anyone really.]

Why don't we just go the easier route. You tell me what you want, and I'll tell you if I can provide.

audio;

[unruly]

Information. There's a uh... a disconnect between most of us and the "captain" of this ship. Makes information more valuable than ever. [Ward has never been Dean's favorite person, but that's no secret. The levels of secrecy in this place doesn't sit well with Dean. Not at all.]

audio; /THREADJACKS I HOPE THIS IS OKAY

[unparental]

Dean.

audio; oh bb always! <3

[unruly]

What? [Whatever, Jenna. You're cramping his badass style. Or something.]

audio; OKAY SOB I COULDN'T RESIST

[unparental]

Want me to make you give me stuff for booze, now?

audio;

[unruly]

Already do, Sommers. My company, for starters.

audio;

[unparental]

Be nice to the new kids.

audio;

[unruly]

The new kid seems like he can look after himself just fine.

audio;

[unparental]

Don't make me do the disappointed mom voice.

audio;

[unruly]

Oh c'mon. That'd make what I'm thinkin' all kinds of wrong.

audio;

[unparental]

Keep it zipped, buddy.

audio;

[unruly]

My mouth? Or somethin' else?