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Tweak says, "Be one with the orange"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-16 22:03:00

Current location:	The Museum
Current mood:	chipper
Entry tags:	!complete, day 08, location: museum, npc, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day 8: clone!Dean brings lunch
Who: clone!Dean, Shannon, and Sam
What: clone!Dean is being thoughtful
Where: He dares enter the museum
When: Mid-day, day eight
Rating: PG?

Status: Complete

So, was it normal to feel like you ought to be doing something important. Something really important. Something important like breathing. Important like blinking. Dean.2 was having a hard time with this inner drive to go do something and it made him restless. He'd started off in the big house outside of town where he'd compulsively collected some of the cans, using his jacket like a sack. He knew he should hate to be seen in the pink sweatshirt; but, he kind of enjoyed it.

It hadn't been too long a walk from the house to the museum where he knew he'd find a whole ton of people. It was like the place had turned into Mecca or something.

Pushing open the door Dean.2 looked around with a wide grin. "Honey, I'm home!" he called, hoping he'd see people come out of the woodwork sooner or later, he was feeling sort of lonely. "Oh, and I've got some eats."

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-18 11:55 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, one ought to be good," He looked at the cans, realizing that maybe he went a little overkill on the snatchery. He could have only taken two. Still, he just wanted to make sure Sammy had enough. Sure, he felt a certain bit of obligation to everyone else; but, his primary loyalty was to Sam.

Dean winced. "Fuck," he couldn't believe he had neglected that simple necessity. "I wasn't thinking. I was just..." Dean stopped himself. He knew the real him wouldn't go and get all sappy about wanting to be helpful or wanting to be protective. It was in this moment that the Clone really realized he was not Dean. He was better then Dean; but, he wasn't him. "...in a hurry," he finished, looking neglectedly at the cans.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-18 12:05 pm UTC (link)

"Andy?" Shannon asked, wrinkling her nose and furrowing her brow. "The guy with the bum leg? That doesn't even make any sense," she pointed out. Why would they give it to a guy who couldn't even walk? How the hell was that supposed to help if they wanted to make sure it was rationed and nobody was going to try to take more than their share at any given time.

Her eyes moved back to Dean when Sam asked for the can opener and Dean swore. Shannon looked down again. So much for lunch consisting of anything other than yet another SlimFast bar...

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demonboyking
2009-05-19 10:09 am UTC (link)

Sam frowned slightly when Shannon said that putting Andy in charge didn't make any sense. "He's stuck at the church," Sam said quickly, feeling defensive of his friend. "So he's not going anywhere and can keep an eye on them." Not to mention that Andy had a certain talent for talking people out of doing things that might not be beneficial to the whole. Not that Sam was sure letting Andy use his powers was a good idea. He looked at Shannon and shrugged. "We thought it would be a good way for him to help out, even with his injury."

Sam shot Dean a suprised look at his reaction to not having a can opener, his expression softening at his brother beating himself up. "Hey, it's fine," Sam said, giving him a smile and fighting the urge to reach out and clap him on the shoulder. "We'll figure something out. I've got that knife I was telling you about. Pretty sure we can use that."

He started looking around the room then moved over to the corner and picked up a heavy rock sculpture. He pulled out the knife and positioned it over the can, handing the sculpture to Dean so he could bring it down on the hilt to pierce the can. Sam tried not to look worried that Dean wouldn't miss his fingers holding up the knife as he brought the weight of the sculpture down, though after the prank the other day, he wouldn't blame him if he didn't.

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-20 08:47 am UTC (link)

Yeah, he thought, the guy with the bum leg.

Could-Be-Dean had to resist the urge to rub his forehead at his obvious faux pas. He just wanted things to be, well, perfect. Or, at least, as perfect as they could be in this fucked up situation. He had people to take care of and things to do to make him feel useful; it seemed like a pretty not-so-bad situation to him. Really, it wasn't so bad, was it? Instead he shrugged. He knew he would never admit to being off his game; so right now not!Dean wouldn't either.

"At least one of us is thinking..." the clone muttered, taking up the sculpture as Sam handed it off, sort of surprised by it's weight.

With care he positioned the sculpture and was pretty ready to let it drop. He thought a moment - would the other him screw this up? Well, he supposed that was the difference between him and the other him -- he wasn't going to do anything to Sam, even if the guy had put shit in the other him's hand.

Letting the Statue fall onto the knife with a satisfying pop the can was breached. "Houston, we have beans."

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