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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Of all the places Dean figured he’d wake up, submerged in a freaky Matrix-style pod filled with liquid wasn’t one of the top contenders. He’s woken up in far worse situations before and though that should be a comfort it’s not. All of this is supposed to be over...

What follows his rude re-entry into consciousness is a slick (literally) routine, old habits and what he knows mix, eyes, ears and hands checking out the entire medical bay. The scalpel he ends up with is more chance than anything and, though he’s got nowhere to stash it yet without risking serious injury, he keeps his grip on it tight. He has nothing else to go by aside from an itch inside his arm and it’s not until he twists it over to scratch that he reads the number tattooed into his skin. 124.

Another minute passes as he tries to figure out how stopping the apocalypse has anything to do with this, and he half considers the idea that he’s actually dead at least three times before the number and the lockers suddenly make sense. He finds 124 and opens it, stares inside at the weirdass Star Trek uniform and tries not to react to the keys he can see very clearly next to a lighter, a pack of beef jerky and his hunting knife. He’s not going to think about his baby, alone in a graveyard without him.

Once the uniform is grudgingly pulled on, his own belongings concealed in various places around his body, the device he doesn’t recognize is scooped up and flipped over twice in his hands, powered up and snorted at when it tells him to go to the blue lift. That ain’t happening anytime soon. Instead he’s messing around with every single button until he’s told he’s broadcasting to a network. Awesome.]

Who the hell’s in charge around here? And who wants to explain why I’ve got a number tattooed into my goddamn arm? I swear to that douche upstairs, if this has anythin’ to do with any of you feathery assholes I will kick your asses from here to... whatever.

I have no idea how I got here. I have a number in my arm and right now, for all I know, I’m in some kinda concentration camp for guys who the universe thought it hadn’t crapped on hard enough or long enough. Anybody with answers? I’ll trade you strips of my beef jerky for information. Maybe.

[The feed cuts out here, though anybody who’s anywhere close when he realizes where he is? Be prepared for expletives like you’ve never heard before.]

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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

[Hello! Dean Winchester is the head of Zouichi's department in his previous game; is it okay to have Zouichi recognize him? For the record, they were pretty much just acquaintances.]

I don't know who's in charge, but let's not rush to conclusions. There's no evidence so far to support the idea that anyone has been harmed.

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Dean will be super confused, but that's only going to make things more fun! Which... Dean isn't really having considering he's still refusing to take that blue lift anywhere. He just hasn't found another way out of the medical bay yet.]

I'm sorry, dude, but what part of this whole... tanks of liquid and breathing apparatus BDSM crap makes you want to avoid coming to conclusions that don't suck?

Video now! He's figured out how it works!

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not like it hasn't happened b--

...Dean Winchester?

[circumitus]

Haven't found anyone in charge. I'd like to know myself, if there is one.

[She needs orders; almost desperately needing a direction.]

We're on a ship, though.
I don't remember how I got here. I don't think anyone does.

[She nurses the numbers, tattooed into her own arm -- 056.]

[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

We're on a ship? [Not really what Dean was expecting, but then all bets were off from around the age of four. Somehow, he was never expecting anything less than screwed up, even after they'd stopped the freaking apocalypse.]

Doesn't feel like we're on water.

[circumitus]

Because it isn't that kind of ship. We're in space.

[So casual about it, too.]

[statsraaden]

[All right, so first eveyone has a number on their arm, yay for more creepiness, and then someone in this guy's universe pulled the numbers stunt on most likely innocent people... one more creepiness point to the crew/whomever for repeating it, yay. Stats is now officially freaking out inside.]
I'm afraid I haven't heard from anyone being in charge; this might mean we're on our own. As for the numbers, now that you're telling me that, it's definitely creeping me out.
Moreover, it would appear we're on some sort of tall ship, somewhere in space. I might have heard there's a planet somewhere around, but I haven't seen it, and I cannot think of any way to get there.

[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

A tall ship... in space? [...third time lucky and still there's no sense of belief in Dean's expression.]

Well, Buzz, I guess that's kind of a problem then.

[statsraaden]

Well, I am a tall ship in space, so why not. [Stats is a bit wry.]

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[bearsthevision.livejournal.com]

Feathery Assholes?

[You'll have to excuse the little girl for nearly growling it out, since those 'feathery assholes (http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs21/i/2007/284/4/2/The_Prise_by_angelincubus2.jpg)' to her are a race she holds dear. For a moment she forgets that this man might not even know who the Prise are.]

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Oh, awesome. A kid's here, too.]

Angels. Uh, sorry, kid. Your mom or dad around? [No, he really couldn't be more condescending right now. In his defense, he thinks she's lost and possibly in danger.]

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[bearsthevision.livejournal.com]

[Allow a moment of confusion to flicker on her face, before she shakes her head. ]

Where my parents are, or if I even have them, is irrelevent at this time. [ a pause. </small] what are angels?

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[unparental]

Feathery assholes?

[ yes, jenna. this is the relevant bit to respond to. ]

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

Feathery assho-- yeah. [There's been way too much crazy already for him to come across the same way to anyone else. How real angels are isn't exactly common knowledge to people, even the religious ones.]

Long story.

...you got answers to any of those questions?

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[unparental]

Apparently, we have a lot of time. [ just an observation, dean: your life story can wait until someone finds the alcohol. ]

When the first guy I met said we were on a ship, I thought he meant a yacht. I'm not the girl to ask.

[habitformed.livejournal.com]

[ Mouse forgoes the 'feathery asshole' comment in favor of: ]

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

That's... helpful. And inspired.

Deal's simple. [No, he still hasn't learnt that deals only get him a one-way ticket to bad places.]

You give me information I don't have? I'll give you a strip.

permatext!

[habitformed.livejournal.com]

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[jedimindkink.livejournal.com]

"That douche upstairs"?







[ Right. ]

Are you referring to God? Either you've some very creative conspiracy theories, or you're really something else, if you're being hounded by Him and... those feathery assholes, as you so charmingly put it.

[ Taking Dean seriously? Not even for a second. ]

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

You know any other douches upstairs? [There's a look, one that quickly shifts into a conclusion he's come to all by himself thanks to the other man's follow up statements. This guy? This guy sounds like an asshole.]

Me? 'm nothin' but charming, man. Nothin' but. [Which doesn't answer the question or confirm or deny anything... which is exactly what Dean's aiming for. He doesn't have to answer to this guy.]

[jedimindkink.livejournal.com]

Actually, I don't know any, and I think I'd prefer to keep it that way.

[ Oxford pauses, critically staring at this fellow for a long while, eyebrows still a little raised. It seems like he might go on, but he doesn't. ]

[force-killer.livejournal.com]

You should probably hang on to that jerky, since we all know about as much as you do. Though I'm pretty sure that however we ended up here wasn't intended as punishment from the universe.

[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

The more people I talk to the more I'm kinda gettin' that impression. Nobody has a freakin' clue what's goin' on around here. [Which doesn't really make him feel any better about not knowing anything, either. It makes him feel uncomfortable. He's spent the last two years knowing what the score is. Now? He's lost in space. And he hated that goddamn movie.]

Except for one chick thinks she knows how to open airlocks. That's all I got.

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[darkholme]

I don't think anyone knows the details of our ..situation.

Which doesn't make things any better, but I've had zero luck finding someone who actually belongs here. I don't think it's any kind of camp, though.

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

You got a number in your arm too? [Suddenly, it's bugging him a hell of a lot more than he wants it to. If this isn't some kind of concentration camp or prison then why does he have a new tattoo still itching at his arm.]