013: [Location: Central, Kaylee's Ranch // Visual] Come Sail Away

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

In the middle of the Central district, on the edge of Kaylee Frye's Ranch, is a familiar '67 Chevy Impala. And sitting on the hood of that familiar '67 Chevy Impala is a familiar face, relaxing and basking in the sun. The admittedly fake sun, but hell, Dean's not complaining. He's got a cooler full of various alcoholic beverages sitting on the ground next to his car, a basket of fruit sitting next to him on the hood, and the casette he's got playing in his car's set to various classic rock songs.

All in all, a perfect setting for hanging out.

His tablet's switched on to visual without his realizing, so people watching will be able to see part of his face, the beer bottle in his hand, and the open sky above him. Occasionally he sings along with the song in the background, though it's usually low and under his breath. He's not exactly craving company, but hell, he wouldn't mind it.

[any and all are welcome. C'mon. Even if you don't know him!]

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[Location: Kaylee's ranch]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Brigitta hasn't seen Dean since she swooped in dramatically to try and help with his hand, not that she could actually attempt to heal him, or really do anything but stand around and look faintly dramatic but the thought still counts (she hopes), and she has been worrying about him since then.

...Well, mildly, worry isn't that productive after all; she's thought of him a few times, which is really the best you can hope for with Brigitta.

Anyway, when she spots Dean on one of her frequent walks she grins and strolls over, her hand, as always, lightly on her sword... And look! Alcoholic beverages, this day just keeps getting better and better "Hey, how are you?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

The thought does count, and Dean is very pleased to see Brigitta. The last time he'd seen her he'd been pretty out of it, and he's hoping she doesn't think he's too much of a wimp.

When he hears her voice, he opens one eye to peek out at her, and once he realizes who it is, he sits up from his lounging position.

"Hey there, Brigitta," Dean replies, flashing her a grin. He lifts his hand in greeting, the cast visible. "I'm great. You?"

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Nah, don't worry, Brigitta only thinks a person a wimp if they get knocked out/faint three times in succession, up until that number she still has sympathy and still considers a person fairly good, never say that Brigitta isn't slightly merciful.

Brigitta grins in response, tilting her head to study his hand for a moment and then turning her attention back to Dean's face "Oh, also great, a bit bored but that can easily be fixed... The hand isn't giving you any trouble I hope?"

She's not used to casts, they didn't really use them when she was young and now she manages to heal her injuries before it gets to cast stage... She can just about heal up to bones, it takes a lot of effort but it's definitely useful.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

It's a good thing she's only known Dean here, because he's definitely been knocked out more than three times. Here, technically, it'd been the drug in his system, so it wasn't so much being knocked out as being sedated, but still. Dean's job usually gets him thrown around more than just a little.

"Boredom's going around, looks like," Dean agrees. "Hand's fine. Trust me, I've had worse."

That bone healing power would help Dean a lot, considering what he does. But since he doesn't have it, casts have to do. It's irritating, and itchy, actually.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Well, if it's for good reasons Brigitta's quite happy to raise the number, if you save the world on a regular basis you have to expect a few bruises along the way, if you don't get any you're both weird and far too lucky in Brigitta's eyes, she's had enough life threatening cuts to be biased on that issue.

"I believe you" Brigitta smiles, lowering her head "Well, at least there are a few interesting people around to talk to, that might hold off the boredom a little."

Even she has to admit that there's only so much sword practice one person can do in a day, it does tend to tire after a while.

[Location; Frye family ranch]

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

For once Kaylee is not busting around Serenity, keeping herself busy to help forget that this is the longest she's been in one place since leaving home. Ironically that home she left is where she is right now. Being in the kitchen doesn't feel right without her family.

Earlier in an attempt to make it a bit less like a deserted old house she raided the nearest hatch and brought over plenty of fresh foods and even some pretty flowers for all the tables. She's finishing up the last of the kitchen cleaning (she got a bit distracted and ate some of the food while putting it away) when her tablet turns on and shows ... a different angle of the exact view out of the window it's sitting near. Oh the irony.

She doesn't notice it at first until she picks up her tablet to take it with her to the living room. She leans on the wall near the window, flicking her tablet to voice mode.

"Dean Winchester, 's there a reason why you're squattin' on the very edge of my property?" Right, so it's not her property technically but with her father, mother, and older brothers not present it sort of defaults to her anyway. The tablet view of him clearly shows her he's got beer and she thinks she can see a basket but the house is fairly set back from the property line so it's a bit ... small looking.

"Ya know it ain't polite to be havin' yourself a picnic an' not lettin' the neighbor in on it," she says, teasing him.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

That'll be Dean jumping slightly. He didn't realize that his tablet was on, and so when he hears Kaylee's voice, it startles him. Just a little. He'd been mostly in his own little world. But that doesn't mean he's not pleased to hear from her.

"I like the view," Dean replies to her first comment, grinning down at the tablet. He doesn't bother picking it up, just leaves it in the same position. She can hear him just fine. "I figured I'd set up shop near this fantastic ship here. You wouldn't happen to know who it belong to, would you?"

He looks back at the sky, and relaxes again, sipping his bottle.

"Why don't you come on down here then and share?" he asks, folding his arms behind his head. "I've got all these strawberries that need to be eaten."

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

"Reckon I might know who owns that real pretty ship what's usin' my ranch for dockin'. Some cap'n ... Reynolds. Heard he's got him a real good mechanic to take care of the girl." Kaylee's grinning as she leaves her spot by the window to go walk over to the main door.

"Think I will. I've been cooped up in here near half the day already." Wait ... he said strawberries. "Strawberries? Oh well ... I'll be there right now!" Her steps quicken some. She's not one to refuse an offer of fresh strawberries. Especially here because they are particularly delicious despite being produced by a hatch.

She's taste tested enough to know this as a solid fact.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"I hear that Captain Reynolds is a bit terrifying," Dean jokes, his grin visible from the limited view. Yes, he's still a bit freaked out from the whole shirtless fiasco. "But I'll agree on the good mechanic part. Must be a master at the trade to keep the ship in that condition."

Shameless complimenting, Dean, what are you trying to pull? He does let out a short laugh when she perks up at the mention of strawberries.

"Glad to know you're coming down here to spend time with the strawberries," Dean teases, settling back down again.

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[erudite-watcher.livejournal.com]

"And babe, don't you know it's a pity, That the days can't be like the nights, In the summer, in the city..." And suddenly Giles realizes that the song he's been singing along with (quite well, actually, but that's hardly the point) is not coming from some radio in the house but rather from the tablet propped up on his desk. He looks from the book he's been reading to the tablet, his eyes widening when he realizes that the person on the other end of the tablet is not an anonymous stranger, as he would prefer, or at least a friend. It's Dean Winchester, Buffy's friend and his... housemate?

Oh dear lord.

Dean looks relaxed, perhaps even relaxed enough that he hasn't noticed the extra line of melody in his recorded song. One can hope, can't they?

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

One can hope, yes.

Except Dean's been listening with an amused grin on his face. He doesn't make any movement when Giles stops singing, but finally he snorts. Gaze flickering down to the tablet briefly, he says:

"Hey, man. Why'd you stop singing? I was starting to get into it."

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[erudite-watcher.livejournal.com]

Given Xander's reaction to his singing the first time Dean's comment is better then what could have been. But Giles is British and used to being the adult among the others, and the fact that he's been caught singing still causes him to wince a little. He tries to cover, in typical Giles fashion.

"I - I don't usually sing unaccompanied, and my guitar is... well I suppose it's still in London, wherever that is from here." He's still not sure if that distance is measurable by anything he's familiar with. "You looked almost asleep. I didn't think anyone was around."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Well, it probably helps that Dean's slightly intimidated by Giles, in the same way that Bobby and Ellen intimidate him. People who could probably kick his ass, even on a bad day. And besides, he sort of likes being friends with Buffy, so he's not gonna screw with Giles. Much.

"It wasn't bad. I've definitely heard worse singing," Dean grins. "Besides, you heard me singing, I bet, so it's only fair."

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[fourthbongload.livejournal.com]

All in all, there wasn't much Andy could say about this place that hadn't been said already. He'd moved past shock and settled with adjusting as best he could-- but the network of people? He'd seen more variety here than he would've expected to see in a lifetime. That's why he nearly did a double-take as he checked in and saw the recording of Dean, a beer can in hand, looking... relatively normal.

It was sad when a guy could honestly say he was more surprised by normalcy than the strange, which was a thought that was steadily worrying Andy.

Stretching, he cleared his throat. Might as well talk to Dean now that he's caught sight of the transmission. It was starting to feel like an instance of long time no speak. "Bored, huh?"

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Now there's a voice Dean hasn't heard in a while. It'd been at the back of his mind, but Dean had been wondering where Andy had been, and maybe he'd even worried a little. Not like the guy couldn't handle himself, but hey, Andy could've been eaten by that vampire a while back.

"You could say that," Dean drawls lazily, gaze flicking to the tablet and then back up at the sky. He doesn't pick it up, so the view remains the same. "Haven't talked to you in a while, man, how's things?"

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[fourthbongload.livejournal.com]

It would've been easy to say 'do you even need to ask?' in response given the average state of things. Luckily for Andy, he had yet to be mauled, maimed, or hit with amnesia. Avoiding all the crap this place threw around wasn't as hard as he expected it to be. "Hey, they've been better, but I'm not about to complain," a shrug, "Looks like you can say the same."

It all came down to superstition, actually. Andy wasn't the type to believe in jinxing his good fortune, but he sure didn't wanna get blamed for it by the wrong kind of person. Back to his original thought? The people here were all very 'different'.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

And Dean would've probably replied with 'hey, at least you're not dead,' but that sounds insensitive even to Dean. So he passes on it for now. Instead, he grins down at Andy. "Yeah, pretty much. Easy lifestyle, y'know."

Dean stretches out further, and yawns slightly. That's one worry gone. "Hey, c'mon down here. I'm bored and someone's gotta drink all this beer."

[location: El Rancho]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Buffy is on a non-specific rambly sort of walk, the sort of walk she's been doing a lot of lately, to avoid boredom and to escape the sometimes extreme busy-ness that is the Summers household. Also, to think- and Faith's recent arrival had given her a lot of stuff to think about. Alone time is good. Of course when she spots Dean chilling with his car, she figures meandering over and cutting her 'alone time' short wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.

"You're doing it wrong." She says, with a slight smile, as a form of hello. She means the driving, for the record. With Dean sitting on the hood. And clearly not driving.

[location: El Rancho]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Chilling with his car is a good way to describe it. His eyes are closed, he's got his beer by his side and his arms folded behind his head, soaking up the sun. The fake sun. Whatever. His lips may or may not be moving, singing along to the song on the radio without making any noise.

When Buffy speaks up, Dean peeks one eye open and flashes a grin. Even though they're living in the same house, Dean actually hasn't talked to her in a while.

"That's vague," Dean answers. "You gonna specify what I'm doing wrong or just leave me hanging?"

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"The driving. I hear it's customary to sit on the actual seats. Apparently there are pedals involved too, and a wheel. Or so they tell me." Buffy replies, smirking just a little-- she's being deliberately facetious, of course, because that's how she rolls.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Hell, I knew I should've paid attention during those driving classes," Dean snarks back, rolling his eyes. See, this is the kind of banter Dean misses.

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[biverbam.livejournal.com]

Well, that was recognizable, even if he happened to have his shirt on this time.

"I can see you," River says, kind of sing-songing it with the music playing in Dean's broadcast. She's still on Serenity, before her excursion to the hatch, and in her bunk with an half-eaten apple in her hand as she smirks at the tablet.

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Blink blink. Dean glances at his tablet, spotting River, and then grins. His shirt is indeed in place, so thank god for that.

"Yeah? I can see you, too." Dean replies, bemused. Ooh. An apple. That actually sounds good, and Dean's wishing the hatch wasn't so far away so he didn't have to actually make an effort to get food.

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[biverbam.livejournal.com]

That apple is very delicious. A Red Delicious, even, and she takes another bite.

"Different intentions, knew mine was on," though at least she swallows her food this time before she speaks.

"You don't look like a rifle."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"True enough," Dean concedes, picking up the tablet to get a better look at River. She's talking about the rifle thing, and Dean raises an eyebrow.

"You don't look like a river."