01: [Voice -> Video] Carry On Wayward Son

[dashboardlite]

[There's an unhappy growling sound, a few switches clicking, and the low buzz of electronics warming up.]

C'mon, you fucker.  Jesus, you- Okay. There.  God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.

[The screen flickers and it clears up to show a man's torso before he bends down to squint into the camera. He's ruggedly good-looking, albeit a little angry at present with the set jaw and furrowed brow. He narrows green eyes at the lens and prods it experimentally before shuffling to one side and scraping a chair across the floor to the table, settling on it and propping his feet up before speaking.]

No goddamn clue where I am.

[He groans, rubbing the back of his neck.]

'M in a room, in a house, and Sammy if you get this broadcast you come and find me, you hear?  For all I know it's the freakin' trickster again tryin' to screw around with me, and this time I don't wanna die chokin' on a taco or getting a desk dropped on my sexy head.

[The man glares at the camera before digging into his leather jacket, pulling out an IMI Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol and checking the weight and munitions cartridge.  Prying one of the bullets out, he holds it up to the camera briefly.]

See that? Wrought iron.

[Looks rather pleased with himself as he replaces it in its case and reloads the gun.]

If any demons or ghosts come around lookin' for me I'll be ready.

[Quirks a little smile at the gun before tucking it back into his jacket and fingering the amulet around his neck, lost in thought for a moment before mumbling hoarsely.]

...you gotta find me, Sammy. S'not like I had much time left, anyway.

[He reaches over, and there are a few seconds of muffled, bumping noises before he hits the switch and the screen goes black.]

Comments

Video

[thisisherson.livejournal.com]

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There aren't any demons or ghosts here. ...At least, not right now, there aren't.

Re: Video

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Perks up a little as the screen flickers to life, and Dean leans in to tap the lens again. He reclines in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.]

What is this, shortwave links?

[Appears to fiddle with something above the camera for a moment before retreating and looking at the screen again, contemplating the boy.]

Okay...no demons or ghosts, s'a relief since I ain't got my arsenal with me. Who are you, kid?

Video

[thisisherson.livejournal.com]

I'm Kurt Hummel. And no, it's more akin to the internet, since shortwave went out of technological fashion forever ago. You're being broadcast on a network right now.

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Your arsenal?

Video

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Nods at him.]

Name's Dean Winchester. And yeah, my arsenal.

[He grins, looking a little nostalgic.]

I...uh. I hunt. Gotta be prepared for anything and everything.

Video

[thisisherson.livejournal.com]

Oh? Is hunting ghosts and demons a common past time where you're from?

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If only we'd had you around when we had zombies.

Video

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

It ain't the poster-child job, but someone's gotta do it.

[He shrugs, scratching his jaw and raising his eyebrows at the second remark.]

Zombies? Damn, I woulda killed to get my hands on some of them. Keeping a low profile's been Hell, lately.

[Scrutinizes the other carefully.]

Y'know, Kurt, you sure are accepting of this fact compared to the cheerleader girl I'm talkin' to on the other line. Most people think my brother and I are crazy until they actually see the shit we fight.

Video

[thisisherson.livejournal.com]

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There have been weirder things here. I've run into characters here that I would have sworn were just cartoons a few months ago. And who am I to deny that ghosts and demons exist here when there were zombies at one point? And there was a Jabberwocky here just last week, apparently.

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Santana should probably be aware of this by now too. It's entirely possible that she's just being a bitch. Don't let her bother you too much. [.] Girls can be such a hassle.

[video, because DUH]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Ditto what Kurt's bracket said, only Santana's female, looks less like a 12 year old, and in a cheerleading uniform.]

Okay, are you crazy or just new?

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Appears even more interested by this particular video feed, and props one elbow on the table to smile at the camera.]

S'funny, lady. And I'm not crazy, but I am new.

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

You wanna enlighten me and tell me what's goin' on here, or at least introduce yourself? Name's Dean Winchester.

[video]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Congratulations, you're in Wonderland. [She sounds ever so excited about it, too. She straightens her ponytail, giving him a once-over. Or second-over, really.] It's a horrible place with no escape.

And I'm Santana.

[Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Wonderland?

[He snorts.]

Right. Like the "Alice in Wonderland" Wonderland? 'Cause I ain't seen a rabbit yet, Santana.

[Dean's eyebrows runkle for a second, then he smirks.]

...are you wearing a cheerleading uniform?

[Video]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

That's right. We're all stuck in this lame mansion and there's some total bitch Queen running things. Apparently. I've only been here a couple months.

And I'm glad your eyes work. Yeah, it's a uniform. [She actually is a little glad - after being called a prostitute for lack of clothing, at least someone recognizes what a cheerleader is. Stupid Wonderland.]

[Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

A couple months? Jesus fuck, I don't have a couple of months. I've got less than one.

[He groans, rubbing his temples for a second before looking back at the screen.]

...so what the Hell is around here? There's gotta be food...damn, I'd kill for some pie...

[video]

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

[ Make that three on the interest in brackets, because Elle figures a Desert Eagle is as good as it's going to get on this boring network. ]

Sorry, no demons or ghosts on the menu. And you just missed the dragon.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I like this place if I don't know what's on the menu.

[He chews on his lower lip for a second, brow furrowing.]

...what dragon?

[video]

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Jabberwock.

Who's Sammy?

[video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Some kids told me about some Jabberwocky thing. Considering my lack of weapons, I'm kinda relieved you guys took it out.

[He frowns at the screen a little before answering the second question.]

...Sam's my brother. I don't even know if he's here or not.

[video]

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

[ You guys. She almost snorts. You'd think a bloody rocket launcher to the face would do the trick, but in the end all of their weapons were utterly useless and it took the damn Queen to take the thing out. Not that she was particularly invested in killing the Jabberwock in the first place, but it still irks her.

But speaking of weapons... ]

Lack of weapons? Try the closets. Give you anything you need.

[ She pauses for a moment. ]

Almost anything.

[video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Almost anything?

[He sounds vaguely incredulous. But, then again, he's experienced worse things. He's seen worse things. Hell, he's going to Hell itself, soon. Why not go down swinging?]

Thanks for the tip, and- [Dean stops, smiling a little.] I'm Dean Winchester. Who're you?

[Video of being late forever again]

[born-from-mist.livejournal.com]

W-wrought iron..?

[Video of being late forever again]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He raises his eyebrows, taking in the...rather strange creature, actually. What the Hell is that, anyway?]

...yeah. Bullets are wrought iron. You worried or somethin', buddy?

[Video]

[born-from-mist.livejournal.com]

Uhm... W-what are bullets?

[Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Blunt.]

...bits of metal that you shoot at dicks who wanna hurt you.

[Video]

[born-from-mist.livejournal.com]

...O-Oh.

[He's not sure what that one strange word is but...]

I-Is it some sort of magic?

Re: [Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...I don't think 'magic' is quite the right word, little guy. It's science at work. Technology that kills. I ain't gonna sugar-coat it for ya.

[He shrugs.]