[OPEN] Getting Back Into the Groove [R for cussing most likely]

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Where has Dean been, do you ask?

Well, for one, he's been relaxing. That mission thing? Ridiculous. Dean's pretty sure he's not going to be emotionally traumatized, because hell, obviously he's been through worse, but man, that was one hell of a trip. So he's in the mindset of believing that yes, he deserves some downtime. That's why he's in the Sensoriums, his favorite usual hang out on the giant meatship. The room's turned into Bobby's junkyard again, only this time he's got his Impala. He's working on fixing the problems he'd told Stacy to program into the car, and really, this is probably the most relaxing thing he's done in a while.

Of course, he wouldn't mind having some company. He's thinking about seeing if Stacy can conjure him up a Bobby, just to have someone to banter with, but he hasn't really decided yet. So at the moment, he's under the hood of the Impala, messing with something with a wrench while Led Zeppelin's You Shook Me plays from a boombox nearby. He may or may not be singing along as he works.

Life is good.

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"Ya." He says and pats his right thigh where his atma was. It's still there, and it still burns. "Everyone where I be from got dem. 'Sept Sera. Dat's why we gotta protect her. She special."

Cielo just pouts, everyone keeps telling him to leave them there but he just can't imagine doing that to them. They're his tribe! His comrades! Like... a family? "Seem like betrayin dem by just leavin dem down dere like dat."

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"It doesn't turn you into one, does it?" Dean asks, slightly apprehensive. He'd really have to go hunting here. He's got enough to deal with.

He nods, though. "I know, trust me. But it doesn't do much good, looking for 'em. There isn't anything you can do to get 'em out of there."

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"Well... ya. When I tell it to. Unless I get too hungry, but dat weird stuff seem t'help." To a point really. He's yet to loose control, but that 'oatmeal' stuff isn't alive so it's not exactly feeding him, merely sustaining him at an uncomfortable status quo. He's tired and hungry all the time.

Cielo just sighs and hangs his head, pouting like a child. "Dat's what everyone says."

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"Oh, right. Didn't know you could control it," Dean replies, sounding relieved. That makes things a lot easier. "Weird stuff?"

Dean half-grins at him. "Sorry, dude. Trust me, lots of people feel the same way you do."

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"Ya. Dat weird stuff Stacy makes t'eat. Don' feel like I gonna loose control or nuttin, but I'm still hungry. Wish Sera were here..." Cielo says, but then turns his attention back to the music. He's more then a little bit frustrated with this whole situation, much like everyone else.