sixth; [visual]; LOCKED TO THOSE HE KNOWS KNOW ABOUT HIS GIFT

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

When the tablet comes on, it comes on to show Toby looking a bit uneasy and tired.

"Hey," he begins, looking like he's thinking about how to word what he's going to say. "Listen... not that there's any doubt that these new people aren't normal, but it might be good to know... they don't have a single thought in their heads. None, it's like... there's just nothing. I mean, this has happened before, but this... this is different. You know, with some people it's a brick wall, but with these guys it's like an empty hole or a blank space."

He sighs, unsettled.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm beyond creeped out by now."

((ooc: FEARLESS LEADERS, I ASSUMED THIS FROM OUR CONVERSATION. If I screwed up, break glass for mallet, use at will.))

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean looks thoughtful, actually. He also might be trying that out later, if he remembers. Out of pure curiosity, really, not because he actually wants to try it.

"Huh. Something to think about," Dean shrugs, grinning. "You can't tell me you haven't messed around with the hatches. S'the first thing I did when I realized what they were."

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah, but that's not exactly the first thing that comes to mind, dude." Pointed eyebrow raise for you, sir. "Be interesting to find out, though, yeah. I mean, Charlotte was able to get pain meds out of those things, so..."

He shrugs.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"You'd be surprised. First thing I tried to summon up was a bazooka, not gonna lie," Dean replies, still grinning. Except, pause, he didn't know that about Charlotte.

"Charlie's alright?"

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

For a moment he's confused, and in a brief panic he wonders how Dean found out about Charlie -- but that's his Charlie, not who Dean's talking about. He only wishes he could say Charlie Marks was alright.

"What -- no, yeah, she's fine. That was a couple months ago, back with that... vampire thing. Yeah. She's fine."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right. Forgot about that between the freakin' evil overlords we've had an infestation of," Dean replies, rolling his eyes. "It's like we've got a new chick trying to take over every other week, y'know."

Pause. "Not to mention some of the people who just got here."

Aw, Chuck somebody hurt Dean's feelings.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Toby raises an eyebrow, curious.

"Oh yeah? Like who?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Some douchebag named Chuck," Dean grumbles. "Don't trust the guy as far as I can throw him."

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

He can't help the smirk, thinking back on recent arrivals. Douchebag, douchebag...

"Oh, was he the, uh - 'I'm going to destroy you socially' guy?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, him," Dean gives a snort. "Destroy me socially. That's hilarious."

Also, points, Toby, for getting who Dean was talking about right off the bat.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Hey, Toby's perceptive even without the telepathy. He thinks he might know what type of people would make Dean's 'douchebag' list.

"I didn't get to talk to him. Seems... uh. Interesting."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean looks kind of sulky.

"He called me a dumbass." In so many words. Dean's summarizing.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

He's trying not to look amused by this. Seriously. So he settles on a look of mild shock that is totally inappropriate for this situation, just like he would with Oz. Because really, Dean.

"I'm so sorry."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Sam does this often to Dean, so Dean just gives Toby a flat look and resists the urge to make a face at him.

"Oh, shut up."