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]

[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]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Squint. So far this guy seems hot, but weird.]

Are you dying? Because I'm pretty sure people die here and come back. It's super confusing.

[She thinks. There's really not much around.] There's a kitchen, so yeah, there's food. And the closets are like, magic or something. That's pretty much all that's important.

[Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He chews the inside of his cheek a bit before replying.]

I ain't dying, per se...I sold my - Why am I telling you this?

[Coughs, eyes darting to one side.]

...It doesn't really matter. Maybe later.

[Deciding to change the subject completely, he casts his usual winning smile at the cheerleader.]

I'm hungry. You wanna meet up for food?

[Video]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[How not suspicious of him at all!]

...I don't know. How do I know you're not actually crazy?

[Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs, leaning back, giving her a few points for being cautious.]

You don't. I could spill my life story but you probably wouldn't believe me. My little bro's better at explaining everything, anyway. It's...complicated.

[Video]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she thinks he's kind of crazy. So far he seems like the harmless kind, though, so.] Whatever.

Promise you won't kill me, and sure, we'll meet up.

[Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He suddenly wishes, very desperately, that he had a rosary and some water to consecrate, just in case.]

I'm not gonna kill you. I don't make a habit of killing people.

[Dean appears thoughtful, fiddling with the amulet around his neck again.]

There's other people on this frequency: a hot blonde with an eyepatch, and a kid with a high voice and a overly-manicured hair. Know 'em?

Re: [Video]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[And for the first time, Santana looks less than suspicious and more amused.]

No idea who the blonde is. But the other guy sounds like Kurt. [Figures that Kurt would find his way to one of the few attractive guys around. Irony? What irony?] Unless there are like, tons of other guys around here sucking helium.

[Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Kurt! That's the one.

[Nods, rolling his shoulders.]

High voice and some sorta sweater with...I dunno, triangles on it. Whatever.

[Dean frowns, a little concerned.]

If we're hunting for a kitchen, should we find him first? He looks like fodder for things with teeth.

[Video]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, hilarity. She laaaaughs for a second.]

Okay, all of the monsters and crap are gone. I did see a pink kitten around, but I think even Kurt could handle that. Besides, he doesn't eat. [Never mind that she barely does, either.]

[Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Ha. He doesn't eat? Not surprising.

[Shifts in his chair a little, grimacing as his stomach twinges.]

I'd kill for a bacon cheeseburger, though.

[He miraculously stays fit despite the awful diet.]

Whadda they got in the pantry?

Re: [Video]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Shrug.] I dunno, lots of stuff. Stuff for sandwiches and chips and...whatever.

Think you'll be able to find it, or do you need a tour guide?

[Video]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Grumbles a little, flipping the collar up on his leather jacket and sending the screen a sideways glance.]

There better be some fuckin' pie. Love me some pie.

[He purses his lips thoughtfully.]

I could use some help, yeah. Dunno which room I'm in- Hold on.

[He leaves the view of the camera, and there are a few heavy footsteps and the creaking of door hinges. Dean yells back at the communications unit.]

It's floor ten, room one-hundred!

[He comes back into the screen's limits, a little closer with a genuine smile on his face.]

I could use a tour guide.

[Not that he actually needs one, but...it's better to meet up with people when he doesn't know what the fuck is going on.]

[Video -- Action? :D]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Another tenth floor person. Great. He better be worth this effort.]

All right, I'll totally come save you. Out of the goodness of my heart.

[She clicks off the feed, then spends a few minutes checking herself out in the mirror before making her way to his room.

KNOCK KNOCK, you have a visitor!]

[Video -- Action]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Thanks, baby.

[Offers a winning smile before her video feed fizzles out, and switches back to the channel with Kurt until she gets there. Turns around in his chair, shouting at the door, hand reaching into his jacket to play over the gun just in case, calling out in a gruff voice.]

Come in.

[Action]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[She walks in like she owns the place, and waves.]

Hey. Think you can make the walk now before you faint from hunger? [She's teasing instead of being sarcastic, as she would be usually. Cute guys get special treatment.]

[Action]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow, turning in his chair and giving her a once-over. It's a damn pity she doesn't look legal. Only high schools have cheerleading uniforms like that - he remembers that much. He offers another charming smile anyway.]

I can try.

[Pushes himself off the chair, most likely towering over her at six feet, three inches. Shoving his hands into his pockets, the smile persists.]

We gotta wait for triangle-sweater, though. He heard you comin' and wanted to join.

[Action]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[It's all legal here. Just think of THAT, Dean.

She smiles up (and up) at him...until he mentions Kurt. Smile: gone.]

What. Of course he did. [Cue the faux-concern.] I just hope he doesn't make you uncomfortable.

[Action]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He notes the sudden upset expression, but doesn't say anything about it. What, was she planning on hitting on him like Jo had? Normally he'd be all on that like ectoplasm on a nasty-ass ghost, but...well. After everything that's been happening, and the time he's got left...fuck it, who cares?]

Uncomfortable? Why?

[Dean smiles blithely, waggling his eyebrows.]

You jealous, or somethin'?

[Action]

[thisisherson.livejournal.com]

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[Action]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[STFU, KURT YOU AREN'T EVEN IN THE ROOM YET.

Anyway indeed, Santana rolls her eyes when the knock comes.]

I really don't have anything to be jealous of. Especially not concerning him.

[Action]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He laughs sharply, moving over to the door and pausing with his hand on the knob, casting her another cocky grin over his shoulder.]

Well, with the way you're checkin' out my pecs, somethin's goin' on.

[He turns the handle, stepping back to open the door. And staring. Yeah, that sweater's pretty impressive in real life.]

...Kurt.

[Nods a little, biting his tongue from some snide remark about the sweater. If Sammy were here, he'd get a bitchface.]

Glad you could join us.

[Action]

[thisisherson.livejournal.com]

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Glad to be here, Dean. Santana.

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I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long?

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