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Tim the Toolman would be green with envy [Open]

Xander found the selling memories guy too creepy. The only memories he would consider selling would be those fake ones from the fake older Xander guy who helped up screw up his first wedding. And he was trying not to think too much about the second wedding, even though he had been helping the Winchesters with the home improvements. Sam was still mostly clueless, and he was getting tired of Dean's glares.

At least there's another shore leave with plenty of housewares shops with supplies for guys who like to build. As long as you got the dough. Still the allowance Stacy offered helped a lot with getting much needed equipment for his shop. There were some fun power tools in one shop that looked promising. Also a socket wrench set that would make the Tool Time guys weep with joy.

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The Chancellor needed more insulation for the singularity comm project. He checked place after place until he found it. It was mildly frustrating. 'Shopping' was much more streamlined in the Empire. But here it was, and he was going to get as much as possible.
Looking down -- and down -- nodded politely to the human. "Good afternoon." As ever, his lips did not move, but the rich English voice the transmitter provided sounded perfectly natural.

Schmuz had, eventually, clued Sam in. At least a little bit. Honestly, it was strange that the Yeerk had recognized it when Sam hadn't.

Then again, as the Yeerk reminded him, he tended to be pretty clueless about people being attracted to him, period. Female or male. However, the Yeerk had asked that nothing be done until after he had his own body, simply because Schmuz couldn't deal with the idea of 'human mating rituals'.

So, Sam was alone in his own head once more, finger in his ear as he tried to get rid of the strange feeling of something in it. He nearly passed the housewares shop, then stopped and backed up when he thought he saw someone he knew.

Of course it would be Xander. That was just the way his life worked. Taking a breath, he stepped inside. "Hey. Find anything interesting?"

Meanwhile it took some careful doing for Xander to look up, and up and up. His eye widened as he did so because well first thought to cross his mind was demon from back home. Though he's had some time to adjust to the number of non human crew members were on board.

"Uh hi," he brightly said with some nervousness, and a wave.

Xander looked up, and almost jumped.

"Jeez and Josephat, Sam! Didn't see you there." He then gestured to some of the display.

"They got a great power drill. So you can go for hours. Drilling. Uh with the tool." Somebody bury him now, please?

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Sorry. I only just got here, so it's not like I've been stalking you or anything." Erm. Well, that sounded good, didn't it?

He looked at the drill, then back to Xander. "Looks like it would certainly do the job, yeah."

"Right, right, because stalking would be weird and strange. And staring through a window while pretending to work on it is wrong," he agreed and then realized he should really shut up.

Or at least change the subject. Focus on tools. Nice manly tools. Don't think of Sam having manly tools.

"You'd be able to raise lots of wood quickly once you got going. I mean with the attachments for it."

The horrible chainsaw of Flaming Death was now strapped to Cowabunga's back, and Humar was seriously questioning his master's choice in weapons purchases. Still, even the beast had to admit that his taste in tools was significantly better than his taste in armaments.

"Look at this Humar. The metal's too soft. I can understand wanting to make a profit, but whatever happened to making tools that last?"

Now that he knew what was going on, Sam was kind of wondering why he hadn't realized it before. It was feeling a bit obvious now.

He cleared his throat, trying not to laugh. Especially at that last bit, which was possibly just his mind being a little dirty. "Yeah, well, have to have the attachments, right?" He paused, then asked, "You going to be able to get everything you need on your allowance?" Three thousand credits sounded like it would go a long way, but with so much haggling going on, it was hard to tell.

"Nah, nah you need it to give some, otherwise the wood would be shot."

Xander then realized who was talking, and eyed the chainsaw on his back. Oh Grandpa what a big saw you have? He sort of remembered seeing Cowabunga on the ship, but still was a little taken back by him.

Great he's in full yammer mode and he can't stop. Focus on tools, focus on tools. Long hard...tools.

Yeeeah, yeah still not working.

"Yeah thought the selling memories thing sounded too skeevy you know? Why share the wonderful pain and humiliation of high school?"

Focusing on the tools is a good idea for Sam. Though for different reasons.

"Dean sold some of his." He wasn't even going to disagree with it. "I'm not entirely certain what he sold, but...apparently it was worth a lot."

Total lie. He knows pretty well what Dean probably sold. And it worries him because, one, there was apparently a market for those kinds of memories and two, because he was pretty sure it meant Dean had to relive them. It's the latter that really makes him ill. "So, you know. We're making sure we've got everything we could possibly need to finish off the extension."

"Yeah, except this is supposed to be for metalworking...hang on a sec" Cowabunga grabbed a similar tool from the same company that was ostensibly designed for carpentry.

"...They pasted two different labels on the exact same tool. What the flak?"

"It has been most challenging to find the appropriate insulation in this marketplace," he remarks politely, holding his purchase.

"Something unique and probably nothing I want to know." A few things came up, enough to know both of their worlds were not happy funtime places.

Xander nodded, "Sure, sure, just let me know what else you want for the rooms. Shouldn't be hard to get the second bathroom set up for one."

Xander picked up another tool, "Did they charge the same price? Hey wait, there's two different prices too!"

Xander studied him a moment, and then asked, "Well you looking for your basic drywall, reinforced insulation or...?"

"Extruded tubing containing aromatic polyamides, unfortunately."

Cowabuga rolled his eyes. "That clinches it. If there's any kind f central authority on this planet, it has to be goblins. This place is way to greedy for it not to be."

Sam looked around. "Well, I figure you know what's needed more than I do. So, you know, if you wanna just get some stuff? Because we've probably got more credits than we can spend ourselves."

"Oh sure yeah, can just go in here. Uh, I might still need your opinion on some of the designs. Especially for the mancave Dean was going on about. Only I think he called it a manly Batcave which hey, bonus points there."

"You know, I wish I thought you were kidding about that." Sam snorted and shook his head. "Where, exactly, is he planning to put the Batcave? I don't think the topsoil in the City is deep enough for anything like that." Then again, he could be wrong, he supposed.

"No, no, nothing actually underground. He said about how it's a mancave with lots of entertainment options, but a Batcave because and I quote, 'It'd be extra awesome and badass.'"

Xander just shrugged at that.

Sam snorted. "Sounds like my brother." Not that he would complain in the least. "Though it sounds like a good plan, too." He turned, looking at the tools. "We've never really had a chance to stick around anyplace long enough to get attached. To places or people."

Xander picked up a few tools, and checked for a few more items. He would often look back at Sam. Not staring, oh no, of course not. He's just looking as part of a conversation.

"Yeah, but at least you could go anywhere. And your home was never over a Hellmouth."

"Not over a Hellmouth, no. But walked into a few a couple of times." And was, apparently, destined to basically be the big bad in the end. Not something he wanted to think about.

Sam watched him for a few more moments, wondering what he should say before he finally just blurted it out. "I know." Then followed up with, "I mean, about...you know."

Crap. He was CRAP at this stuff.

"Yeah, Buff knows a little about that kind of thing," he agreed, and then his brain short circuited at Sam's next comment.

"You know? You mean you know-know?" Oh god, oh god, he's screwed. Here we go, another big rejection, you'd think he'd be used to it by now. After all, just because he asked Willow about gaying him up years ago means it really works that way. Tara, and Andrew both explained how it really worked in their own way. Plus, the less said about what happened between him and Mas...Dracula? The better.

Sam straightened, walking over to Xander. "Yeah, I know." He kept his voice down, trying not to spook him. "It's kind of embarrassing to have to be told somebody has a crush on you by an outside observer."

Seriously. He should have known about that on his own, not had to have a Yeerk tell him.

At least he sounded a bit bemused rather than mad.

Xander stood still with a clear deer in the headlights expression still. He gave a weak laugh though.

"And here I thought I was just being all ninja about it."

He snorted, shaking his head. "No. I'm just that clueless."

Sam shifted, balancing from one foot to the other for a moment. "Look. I'm...not good at this," he said after a moment. "I mean, the whole people having crushes and stuff. We never really stuck around anywhere for it to matter."

"No, no, it's all right, I kind of figured you're not into that thing, and you just want to let me down easy right?"

He shifted again, slightly uncomfortable for a different reason. Still, Sam looked up and looked Xander in the eye. "I never said that."

Xander stared back at him with his eye, and gulped audibly.

"Ok then what are you saying?"

Sam took a breath and let it out slowly. "It means...I don't know where this is going. If it's going anywhere. And maybe I need to think about it a little more, but...I don't want to say no, either."

It was all confusing, but it was hard to keep people at arms length on the ship.

Xander blinked. Blinked.

And then blinked a few more times.

"Sorry, I think my brain just hit the wall, what was that? Was that a yes or a maybe?"

Sam ran his hand back through his hair. "Honestly? It probably wasn't very clear." Looking up again, he shook his head. "Right now, it's a maybe. I'm just...not ruling out a yes in the future. Okay?"

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