If it keeps on rainin', the levees are goin' break [Open]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

One of the people grateful for the return of crew members from Gailee was one very worn out Dean Winchester. He was barely getting by but forced himself to push through while Security was short handed, and down one of the co-heads. Upon Dick's return, he sent him a weary 'Welcome back, tag you're it.' message on the comms before leaving his notes for the threat database he'd been compiling where it was easily accessible to him. He debated heading to the Tavern, but that meant people, especially certain people. The Impala was in the Hangar, but so was Serenity so that was out too for now. He finally decided on making his way to the Beer Tree in Hydroponics, and flopped down on the grass underneath. He had grabbed a few bottles, and proceeded to crack the first open.

A few hours later, there was a small collection of bottles nearby, but Dean wasn't even close to being that drunk. To be honest, he didn't have much urge for anything at the moment. He'd have to get back eventually but right now, he wasn't moving or doing one damn thing.

Just felt empty and hollow. Like a shell or (vessel).

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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi paused in his walk as he spotted Dean beside the Beer Tree -- that was quite a few bottles. Actually, the man drinking them looked fairly familiar.

"You're the new Security Head, aren't you?" he asked. "How did things go aboard the ship?"

He'd seen a couple new people in the Brig.

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Dean's eyes flickered over to him, "Co-head, and I'm off the clock." He sat up more, and ran a hand over his face.

"Shitty, had a few antsy people during podpop, a couple of fights, and somebody else tried doctoring a X-Wing to come down after all of you when we lost contact. Everybody's been pulling double shifts." Well mostly Dean has.

"Got a few new recruits at least."

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Zouichi tilted his head toward Dean, curious. Had it really been that bad? "Don't worry; I don't have a new problem to add to your list. I just thought I'd say hello, since I don't think we've ever talked before."

"Hmm. I guess I should read over the reports. I heard about Allenby's stunt already, though -- I have to say I'm not really surprised. I hope she hasn't made things too difficult for you."

He clasped one wrist behind his back, regarding the Beer Tree with some interest. "I'll volunteer for a few doubles, if things are still short. I don't really sleep, anyway."

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It was bad, though he deliberately took a lot on. Trying to give himself something else to focus on.

"You're right, we haven't. Seen you around here and there." Seen how he's been on the comms too.

"Only when she first got arrested, settled down some in the brig at least. And yeah? Makes two of us. Thanks though. Should be better with everybody back."

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Zouichi nodded. "It's a big ship. I try to get around, but I'm sure there are plenty more people I never got a chance to talk to before they were repodded or put in the mazes or what-have-you."

"She's a nice person, overall. Would it be possible for volunteer for more brig duty? I think she's less likely to act out if she isn't as bored."

He motioned to the tree. "Is there any reason you're drinking here rather than in the tavern?"

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Hydroponics isn't an unusual location for Eva. She likes the nature. She doesn't tend to visit the beer tree - not her sort of drink - but some of the plants nearby are interesting and she's always looking for new flowers for her garden.

Eva makes a camera-clicking motion with her hands. "You look like a PSA for the dangers of lethargy, Winchester."

Even so, her voice is gentle. "Not having a stellar day?"

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Dean blearily glanced her way before pasting on a smile, "Oh my day's been awesome. Just enjoying some downtime now we got more back from the mission."

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"Sounds like you've been pulling double shifts. Mind if I sit next to you? I feel like I never got to apologize for being a queen-sized pill to you all those months ago. I should buy you a drink." She plucks a beer from the tree and holds it out to him. "Here you go. My debt is repaid."

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"Just a few, and sure, go ahead."

He shrugged at that, so much had happened since then, it mattered little to him now.

He gave a weak chuckle, and replied, "Thanks."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"I ran into Tom today. He looks like he's doing pretty well with you all." She smiles. "Thank you for that. He seems genuinely pretty happy."

[thisclinchesit]

Well, that was a sight.

Shoutarou plops down beside Dean.

"I'm guessing you were more wore out than you put on, boss-man."

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"Me? Nah. Just one late night, that's all."

Dean gestured to the bottles in care the other guy wanted one.

"How's the agency coming along?"

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou grabbed one once Dean gestured, opening it and taking a drink. He looked at the bottle, then tilted his head side to side, considering the contents. Not too bad.

At the inquiry, Shoutarou sighs, then laughs a bit. "...believe it or not, only thing so far is helping a guy find one of his balls."

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Good, pressure off him. Could just relax with some drinks.

He did snort a little at that, "He couldn't just do a grab to check? Or he got a girl holding them hostage?"

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou laughs at the response, then sighs. "If only it were that easy. Some kind of killer volleyball made of knives or something." He swigs once, then chuckles. "No leads or anything, but it's interesting to say the least."

[appletastic]

Applejack was currently staring up at the strangest tree she'd ever seen. It was just sprouting...bottles? Of some really foul-smelling stuff, if her nose was telling the truth.

In the midst of all that mess was Dean, and he sure didn't look good. She sighed, trotting back over to her little supply area. Ah yes, a fresh apple...that might do the trick.

She nudged it toward him with her nose. "You're looking pretty far under the weather, sugar."

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"Rough day at the office, Apple. Don't think much on it."

He glanced down at the apple, debating. Usually he liked them more processed and baked in some fashion than fresh. Still it was an offer.

"Thanks," he added before accepting the apple.

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"I thought it might perk you up some," Applejack whispered, plopping herself down next to him. She still wanted to investigate the bottles in the tree at some point.

"It sure smells rough. You sure it ain't more than just a big load?"

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He shook his head, "It's always a big load, that's just a typical day." Actually he wasn't that far off, but there were a lot of things weighing down on him besides it. Things he was still endeavoring to bury with mixed results.

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"It ain't typical from where I'm standing," Applejack shook her head, nudging of the bottles. "I've seen this before. It sure ain't natural growing from a tree, and you're looking a little down."

She's gonna be a stubborn mare.

[caringcassie.livejournal.com]

Cassie liked Hydroponics, so much so that she'd been visiting it more and more often, but she'd never been to this portion of the area. Not that this was a surprise, given how large the place was.

What she was surprised by though was the man sitting next to an odd looking tree with a bunch of what appeared to be beer bottles next to him. The scene seemed off to her. Cassie hesitated a moment before stepping closer and asking, "Are you okay, sir?

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Dean glanced up, and gave a small grin back. He moved a few of the bottles off to the side. It wasn't actually a lot in comparison to his typical drink. Beer wasn't strong enough.

"Oh I'm just great. Just enjoying some downtime."

[caringcassie.livejournal.com]

Cassie smiled at him. "Downtime is good. Am I bothering you?" she asked carefully, not wanting to disturb the man if he was trying to be alone. "I'm Cassie, by the way."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

He just shrugged since right now it mattered little to him one way or another. Though he did a brief double take at her due to the name. Still the face was different from the one he knew way back. Though things with her were good, but it never got to the point it did with Kaylee. A brief pang as he realized it was likely that Cassie was dead with the rest of his world.

"Used to know somebody by that name, I'm Dean."

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"Really?" Cassie asked, but she wasn't that surprised to be honest. It wasn't the most common of names as far as she knew, but it also wasn't that uncommon either. "Was she a friend?"

"It's nice to meet you, Dean," she said brightly, settling next to him since he seemed to be allowing her to stay. "So, may I ask what you're taking downtime from? I'm new to the ship."