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.

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[aurable]

Not to split hairs, but it was only two sources of living energy hitherto volunteered at the time. [ Not helping, but attempts at levity rarely did. ]

Dean. What's the catalyst here? I know this dark night of the soul you're having isn't because you had to eat barbecued reptile.

[ruinously]

Who doesn't like a good hair splitting.

It's the snakes, man - it's definitely the snakes. I've eaten some pretty rough stuff, I've been diving in dumpsters, eaten off-chicken so Sammy wouldn't have to that had me heavin' my guts, but...

Burned snake? Christ.

[aurable]

Right. Lucky I don't eat, then. [ Oh, so this is what we're doing. ]

Can't imagine that fake food is soaking up any of that alcohol.

[ruinously]

Man, you kinda are. I'll tell ya, it's unpleasant right now.

What are you eating, anyway? Not...eating, I mean -- consuming? Fueling?

Basically -- you okay, dude?

[aurable]

Limited Energon reserves and the capacity to go long periods of time in low-power mode.

I'll be glad when this is over, and I can stop hiding out in a barn. You want to feel useless? Hop in the haybale I've been buried under for the better part of a month. Could always use the company.

[ruinously]

Oooh, so you're basically in battery saver mode.

Do I have to actually sleep in the hay? It's itchy.

[aurable]

Something like that.

It's cozy if you don't mind sharing the back seat with the barn cats.

[ruinously]

Hey, I like cats. I'm allergic, but they're great.

[aurable]

You might be too drunk to notice.

[ A little harsh? Maybe ]

[ruinously]

Rude. I'll always notice a cute cat.