[ TEXT ] in which cambridge makes a polite enquiry about her location

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ Hello, fellow crewmembers. If your device wasn’t on before IT CERTAINLY IS NOW! Cambridge - still nursing the mental wound of her power being so rudely culled and currently feeling obnoxiously disorientated - technopathically shoves a text transmission your way: ]

if somebody doesn't tell me exactly where the fuck I am then I am airlocking the whole bloody ship so help me god.

[ An idle threat, don’t you worry. If she had been at full strength then she might have attempted to slip her way through the ship’s systems but as it is she can barely switch a light off, let alone override the hundreds of security precautions that would undoubtedly stand between her and an airlock. Still, the impulse behind the threat is very real: uncertainty and fear mingled with a desperation to check that she wasn’t going mad and dreaming this all... ]

unless this is some hideously unfunny prank in which case you can all go to hell.

bad form, you bastards.

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you can think of somethin'. [Especially since he can only think of one thing.]

audio;

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

Heavens, aren’t you forward. [ Cambridge affects a coy little laugh. ] I rather doubt that you’re my type, Jimmy dear.

audio;

[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

As a type? Or are we talkin' the wrong plumbing? ...'cause if we're talkin' about what I think we're talking about... 's like Christmas. [Yeah. He'd watch. But that's secondary to the idea his brain has stumbled across.]

Whiskey in return for that little skill you got with these devices. One time. If I need it. [This is sounding an awful lot like a deal. Dean never learns about those damn things...]

audio;

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

Oh, darling, I like a little bit of both - but I'm afraid I have dizzyingly high standards for the gentlemen... and I'm not entirely sure we have anything in common.

And it's a deal. A terribly mercenary one, but a deal none the less. You don't happen to smoke, do you?

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

Stone cold, sweetheart. Stone cold. You have no idea what dizzyingly high is until you've met me. I'll change your definition.

I'm just coverin' all my options. Good to know people will certain skills. [But at the question about cigarettes, he shakes his head. He doesn't smoke but he's been to prison before. He knows how trading contraband works.]

But if I find any I'll trade 'em too.

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[mindsext.livejournal.com]

Find me more cigarettes and you can help yourself to as many of my tricks as you like, darling.

[ ugh Cambridge cannot even make her mind up whether she wants to keep flirting and leading Dean on or not. Damn these oversexed Order operatives. ]

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

When I find some... I'll come knockin'.

[He hasn't missed the change in dynamic, Cambridge. He sees what you just did there.]