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Last time she saw artwork was down on the city levels. Now Kate was jogging around where she could in between being schlooped to different locations by the ship. This time she was around one of the top levels, and found herself in the art hall after jogging along the lit up pusticles leading the way to it.

She came to a stop, and stared around. These paintings were seriously creepy, and what's with the sculpture?

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"Never saw it, but some of my friends did." She turned toward him.

Kate added, "Did that movie make you feel like puking too? Because this so-called art definitely does."

"No, it didn't," Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Actually, it scared the shit out of me," he confessed with a rather embarrassed smile. "It didn't help when my brother told me Pinhead lived under the hood of my dad's car... For weeks, Dad had to force me into the backseat every time we had to go somewhere."

Rueful smile back as she walked over, adjusting her bow on her back. "Guess I should be lucky my sister's not that bad. Just the usual monsters under the bed when I was really little. Our parents wouldn't let us watch anything that scary anyway."

"Yeah, well," Sam said, averting his eyes for a moment to look over the room full of statues. "Dad kinda saw 'em as 'training videos.'"

Kate followed his gaze to the statues, and walked closer to peer at them.

"Training videos? To do what? You fight monsters back home?"

"Yeah, pretty much," he said, watching her walk for a moment, forcing his gaze upward again before she turned around and busted him. "Monsters, demons, ghosts...the occasional family of rednecks that like to hunt people for sport..."

She either be amused, or would indeed punch him. As it was, she was peering at the statues more, and one changed to resemble her with her teammates in heroic poses.

"No aliens or supervillains to round it out?"

"No, not exactly," he answered, hesitating for a moment before stepping forward to join her near the obelisk. In a matter of seconds, it shifted into the image of Sam. He was standing in front of a woman with his gun aimed at her chest, both of them appeared to be crying.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and turned away from the image, folding his arms over his chest. "What about you?"

Kate's blue eyes widened at that, and her head whipped around to face him.

"Aliens and supervillains..." The obelisk changed again, and now she was punching another hero. She glanced back at it, and frowned.

"...Mostly." Had to be from during the war.

Sam looked over at the obelisk once it had changed again, his eyebrow arching in impressed surprise at the image of the Kate punching someone else. "Niiice," he said, just before the obelisk shifted again. Once it was finished, Sam jumped back in uneasy fear. Looking back at him was none other than Ronald McDonald. "Ok, that's not funny!" Sam spat out, holding up a finger as if scolding the annoying statue.

"That wasn't nice, long story, involved a war," Kate shook her head, and then blinked at the change. What's wrong with him?

"...Ok, excuse the pun, but what's your beef with the golden arch guy?"

The statue just changed again, and now it was a giant hulking man that was holding a disarmed Hawkeye Kate in one of his beefy hands, dangling her with a grin. She scowled, and her hands tightened into fists.

"Does this thing have to do bio highlights?"

"I don't like clowns," Sam confessed, his tense posture only relaxing several seconds after the obelisk had shifted. "Never have."

Turning his attention back to Kate, he noticed her own body tense up at the image the 'statue' had now taken. "Yeah, I get the feeling that's all it does, actually."

"Guess they can be pretty creepy. Most of ours don't go into the makeup."

She gave the obelisk a wary glance, and started to back up a few steps. Maybe if she gets away it won't show certain events.

But she wasn't back enough to stop it from revealing an older woman, prone, and clearly dead on the ground. One with some similar features to Kate.

"God... no. TURN IT OFF!" She then tried to rush toward the statue to hit it.

"Whoa!" Sam shouted out, rushing after Kate and grabbing a hold of her with both arms, holding her back from attacking the obelisk. "Hey, hey, hey. Calm down..." he said, attempting to settle her down. "It's just a statue. She's just tryin' to piss you off..."

Just then it shifted to the image of Sam, sitting crouched on a floor, holding the body of man--who appeared to be in his late forties--and yelling. "See," Sam said, nodding at the new statue.

She struggled and almost came around to kick him. She twisted her arms in his grip.

"Let me go!" She then did stop, and stared at the new figure.

"It shouldn't be allowed to do that..." she finally replied, though she was starting to calm down again.

Once she'd begun to settle down, Sam released her, stepping back several steps as if to avoid getting hit himself. "Yeah, I know," he agreed, glancing over at the statue before motioning with his head to a bench across the hall.

"Come on, let's sit down," he suggested. "It stops if you get away from it."

Wary look at the bench before she finally did sit down. She took in a few deep breaths and let them out slowly. The obelisk was back to how it was before, plain and unassuming.

"I really don't like this place."

"Join the club," he said with a nod. After sitting down next to her, Sam leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, letting his eyes drift around the room like he had when he'd been there with Leela.

After a moment of silence, and after noticing nothing 'new' in the place, he looked back over at the girl next to him. "I'm Sam, by the way," he said, despite having already introduced himself during the little 'mass introduction' a few days ago.

"I think I already did. We should make buttons. Of the non icky plant kind."

Kate glanced over at him, "Right, from the meeting. I'm Kate, nice to meet you again."

Sam simply nodded. Then...proceeded to sit in awkward silence for several minutes, his eyes darting around the room as if pretending that the sudden lack of conversation hadn't become uncomfortable. "So..." he said, breaking the quiet. Yeah, Sam was smooth.

"Stitch, or knit. Oh wait, that was the awkward start, not a jumping into a crafts discussion," She joked lightly. Maybe that'll ease the tension a little.

Sam smiled awkwardly, feeling his body grow warm, his face turning a rosy shade of pink. "Yeah, sorry..." he blushed. "I just... I'm not very good at this, I guess."

Raised eyebrows at him, "On normal conversation, or just ones with girls?"

Sam opened his mouth to speak but then paused, seemingly to consider for a moment. "Uh...both, actually," he admitted. "I spend most of my time with my brother, Dean. And whenever I do get the chance to talk to anyone else, especially girls, it's usually to tell them I'm sorry that their husband got mowed down by some killer truck or eaten by a werewolf. So, the whole 'what's your sign' conversation always seems kinda inappropriate."

Kate remarked, "What's your sign? What are you, from the seventies or something? That's lame anyway. Though, I get your point about passing on bad news."