Possessions Grab AND Meet-up! Let's multi-task!
While the newly pod-released members of the crew happened to mostly miss each other in the Pod Caverns and the clothing chamber, they all happen to congregate in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers at the same time. This cavernous warehouse of a chamber has shelves and shelves and racks of belongings and weapons that go off as far as the eye can see. Everything from massive sidearms to impossibly huge swords, to Hello Kitty lunchboxes.
Their own belongings are here near the front--they've been moved to make finding them more easy, but it will take a bit of hunting.
Either way, they won't be searching alone. Everyone's piling in at the same time.
Their own belongings are here near the front--they've been moved to make finding them more easy, but it will take a bit of hunting.
Either way, they won't be searching alone. Everyone's piling in at the same time.
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But he does listen, and he's gathering information on the situation, filling in the blanks as he goes. He does catch the glance between him and Blondie, though.
"I'm not fighting. Just a bit of friendly banter, is all," Dean says lazily, half-grinning. "So, any of you seen a Sasquatch around these parts? Or Scully, if you wanna use the codenames."
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She smirked, glancing over in Sawyer's direction before looking over at Kaylee, "Basically he's saying he's a chicken $h!t." And she figured that was pretty accurate, and well, it did make sense. Him talking all big? Just a front, it was completely normal.
Turning completely around, she stared at Dean and shook her head. "Sorry, haven't seen your boyfriend around...."
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In fact, he looks at her, and his expression is mostly just stunned. Finally he manages:
"Dude, not gay!" He blurts, and then looks grumpy. "He's my brother, fer Chrissakes."
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Sawyer looks over to Dean with a look of mock disgust as he picks up Jo's little comment (and the dude's defensiveness over it) and runs with it.
"You have sex with yer brother?" he said, pausing to glance at Jo. "Yer sick, dude."
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"You shut up," Dean growls, gripping at the gun in his holster. "Let's remember who's got the gun here."