voice - un: nightmoves

[ruinously]

[ sorry, everyone - Dean is...very drunk. Very, very drunk. There's a lot of reasons for this, but most notably, it's a Monday and that's what matters, right? It's not like it's his birthday and no one gives a shit again, for the thirtieth? thirty-first? time...

does he even age, here? Is it even really January? Cause it was May for him when he got here, and then suddenly they've skipped months and it was Christmas and now it's January or some shit, he doesn't know. ]

Guys, is it just me or does anyone else just like...not give a shit anymore? Like this is crazy, right? Weeks and weeks of bullshit, mission after mission, same story different folks, more investigating these damn people who just parrot the same friggin' story over and over, like we're eating snakes, man, that's just--

[ a breath, steadying; ]

That's just not right. And all for what? Cause we might get to undo a regret? Cause we fucked up so monumentally in our own worlds that we gotta sign some weird sleep paralysis contract that's probably gonna backfire in our faces - cause lemme tell you from firsthand experience, deals always have a price - and feed friggin' alien orbs our goddamn souls? Or whatever the hell it is you magic people have I dunno, I'm useless there.

Man, fuck this. I'm out. I don't care anymore.

Comments

[laviny]

[Wow, this is a lot.]

Dean Winchester, do you need a hug or something?

[ruinously]

What? No. I just think this is friggin' nuts. Don't you?

[ like, yes. but, grrr tough manly man ]

I forgot to say: voice, @belova

[laviny]

No more nuts than anything else in my life up to this point.

[ruinously]

Yeah, fair enough. Still -- this is crazy, right? Makin' deals with space stations and AIs on the off chance we'll get a redo?

[laviny]

Yes. It is pretty weird. I am not sure it warrants getting this wasted, though.

[Like, no offense Dean, but this seems deeper than just finding the orbs and the Ximilia frustrating.]

Have you changed your mind about your regret?

[She knows that happens sometimes. Especially for people who have a lot of regrets in general.]

now with the right account beep boop

[ruinously]

My regret? No. No, I don't think so.

[ no, he's willing to burn in hell for eternity for Sam. But he worries. He worries a lot, especially knowing the things he does now. ]

There's probably some pieces I wouldn't mind negotiating.

[laviny]

You can probably talk to Viveca about that when we get back to the station.

[A beat before she adds.]

Although, that probably won't make anything less weird.

[It might make it more weird, actually.]

[ruinously]

Yeah...it'd probably just complicate it all. This is all already weird enough.

Sorry for the outburst. Had it all pent up, you know?

[laviny]

It's okay.

I think the lack of real food is getting to all of us.

[Sure they have snakes to eat but they aren't really very tasty.]

I am bringing mac and cheese and speghetti-o's on every mission from now.

[ruinously]

Oh God, so am I. Just, cans and cans of it, fill my whole damn duffle bag up with it.

[laviny]

Good. Maybe we should also bring some poptarts for breakfast and Snickers for dessert.

Cover all the bases, you know?

[ruinously]

That's probably the best damn plan I've heard come outta anyone's mouth since I got here.

[ ugh he'd die for some spaghetti o's and a snickers. ]

I made this disgusting marshmallow and macaroni dish for my brother once and told him it was some rare dish. He totally thought it was exotic.

[laviny]

Well, it does sound…very rare.

[As in, probably not many people would have thought to do that.]

Was it macaroni and cheese and marshmallows? Or just mac and marshmallows?

[She's trying to decide which would be more gross.]

[ruinously]

At first, I was going to just throw it all together, cause Sammy's kinda weird like that, you know? We were kids anyway, and he was four years younger. So he'd have eaten almost anything.

But I used the fluff instead of the powdered cheese. We had some cream cheese too, for bagels, so I mixed it with that.

It was actually pretty good. Like frosted pasta. He loved it.

[laviny]

You know what? I would eat it.

[Or, you know, give it a shot, anyway.]

[ruinously]

If we make it back to the station alive, I'll make it for you.

[laviny]

In that case I will make you the peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich my sister made for me a couple of times.

[Maybe not as outrageously creative as marshmallow pasta, but still.]

[ruinously]

That sounds like a fair trade to me.

[laviny]

Very good. I will look forward to it.

[ruinously]

Me too. You stay safe. I wanna make that fluff for someone who'll appreciate it.