Peace of mind? Yeah, right. [Open, and probably R for language.]

[pie_bitches]

In the past few days, Dean has: been manhandled by a bunch of animated vines, been called an incestuous homosexual, nearly gotten into a fight with Blondie, nearly gotten into a fight with a giant blue horse, watched his brother try to fix his brain, gotten beaten up by a girl, and had to listen to the same Blondie and a giant wolf argue. It has

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[godimgood]

When Geoffery's head was buzzing too much, too busy to settle into recordable words, he tended to let his feet wander while his mind puzzled away.

He'd been trudging the plant-flesh corridors of Stacy for a while now, largely keeping his squinted gaze on the path ahead of his feet. He hadn't meant to wander into the sensoriums or even this specific one, but when he belatedly noticed the difference in his surroundings, he couldn't help but blink around curiously. The sunlight just made his squint worse, and a junkyard was definitely a new sight.

Chaucer cleared his throat politely, peering - respectfully peering - at Dean. "Ah... m'lord?"

He didn't want to interrupt and anger the knight, after all.

[pie_bitches]

Dean opens one eye, and hello there, kilt man. Nice to see you again. The 'knight' lifts a hand to block the sun from his eyes, and grins up at Chaucer.

"Hey, dude. What's up?" Dean asks. Hey, he'll be in a good mood to someone who hasn't been an ass to him! Well, there's been other nice people, but Dean is buzzed and therefore, not thinking.

Like he ever does anyway.

[godimgood]

Geoff grins back, blinking. Dean has been added to his very short list of potential friends, protectors, and employers. The other two were Sparhawk and, oddly enough, Javert.

"I was merely wandering by. Do you mind? This is very nice."

[pie_bitches]

The add to the list is mutual, since Dean has a grand total of one person he doesn't dislike on the ship. Which is Sam, but he's not sure if Sam counts. But Chaucer is human so props to that.

"Go ahead," Dean replies. "It's a place from my universe, even if it's much more quiet than normal."

[deputyjo]

Jo wasn't finding a lot to do on the ship, and she had to admit - she actually missed Eureka and Fargo. That was enough to make her almost stop in her tracks. She missed Fargo? How bad was that?

She really needed to make new friends.

She had been intent on going to the sensoriums to do more target practice, but it obviously had different ideas because when she stepped inside, she didn't see her shooting range. No, now she was seeing some messy junkyard with a house...

Shrugging to herself, she made her way toward the house and of course there was Dean, talking to some seriously pale blond dude. She shook her head and turned right around before she got too close. Though she had caught the tailend of the conversation.

"Him? Nobility?" She asked outloud, not really caring if Dean heard her or not. "If he's nobility, he'd be Lord of the Asshats."

Yes, Jo is still irked at being called a crazy lady.

[pie_bitches]

Dean, in a much better mood than earlier, does hear her. Of course, because of the booze and his good conversation with Chaucer, he's a lot less pissy than before. So when she speaks up, instead of bitching back, Dean flashes her a grin, if she's paying attention.

"Hey, better Lord of the Asshats than nothing, right?"

He's a bit drunk, too, so give him a break.

[deputyjo]

Jo's brows lofted and she slowly turned around and stared at Dean.

"That's not something to be proud of." She eyed him, crossing her arms, but didn't make a move to get any closer. "So you done being a big cry baby?"

[pie_bitches]

"Says you." Dean replies, taking a swig from his bottle. "And no, I'm not. Bite me."

Really, he will apologize eventually. Hopefully. He just has to mellow out.

[cutintomyheart]

Chris peers inside the sensorium, a bit hesistant at the false sunlight-though after a few moments he leans in a little further, glancing up before looking around.

[pie_bitches]

Dean, still holding his bottle, sees the guy from where he's sitting. Because of said bottle, Dean's feeling friendlier than normal, so he lifts a hand in greeting. Besides, if anything bad happens, Dean has his gun, as always.

"Welcome to my memories, apparently." He says, with a half-grin.

[cutintomyheart]

"Uh, hi," Chris says, taking half a step properly inside, and he looks over at the junkyard curiously. He seems a little-on-edge about something, though it's not clear just what. "...It's nice," he comments, not sure of what to say.

[pie_bitches]

Since he's grown up noticing these sort of things, Dean sees that uneasiness, and shades his eyes from the sun.

"Yeah, for me. Doesn't look like you like it much, though." Dean replies, more blunt than rude.