01: [Voice -> Video] Carry On Wayward Son

[dashboardlite]

[There's an unhappy growling sound, a few switches clicking, and the low buzz of electronics warming up.]

C'mon, you fucker.  Jesus, you- Okay. There.  God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.

[The screen flickers and it clears up to show a man's torso before he bends down to squint into the

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Video

[thisisherson]

[Oh hey, did you say ruggedly good-looking? Consider Kurt's interest piqued ever-so-slightly. Hence, the presence of a well-dressed sixteen-year-old boy over the network who looks like he's judging you so hard for all that cursing.]

There aren't any demons or ghosts here. ...At least, not right now, there aren't.

Re: Video

[dashboardlite]

[Perks up a little as the screen flickers to life, and Dean leans in to tap the lens again. He reclines in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.]

What is this, shortwave links?

[Appears to fiddle with something above the camera for a moment before retreating and looking at the screen again, contemplating the boy.]

Okay...no demons or ghosts, s'a relief since I ain't got my arsenal with me. Who are you, kid?

Video

[thisisherson]

I'm Kurt Hummel. And no, it's more akin to the internet, since shortwave went out of technological fashion forever ago. You're being broadcast on a network right now.

[He raises an eyebrow at him.]

Your arsenal?

Video

[dashboardlite]

[Nods at him.]

Name's Dean Winchester. And yeah, my arsenal.

[He grins, looking a little nostalgic.]

I...uh. I hunt. Gotta be prepared for anything and everything.

[video, because DUH]

[itsahotone]

[Ditto what Kurt's bracket said, only Santana's female, looks less like a 12 year old, and in a cheerleading uniform.]

Okay, are you crazy or just new?

Re: [video, because DUH]

[dashboardlite]

[Appears even more interested by this particular video feed, and props one elbow on the table to smile at the camera.]

S'funny, lady. And I'm not crazy, but I am new.

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

You wanna enlighten me and tell me what's goin' on here, or at least introduce yourself? Name's Dean Winchester.

[video]

[itsahotone]

Congratulations, you're in Wonderland. [She sounds ever so excited about it, too. She straightens her ponytail, giving him a once-over. Or second-over, really.] It's a horrible place with no escape.

And I'm Santana.

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

Wonderland?

[He snorts.]

Right. Like the "Alice in Wonderland" Wonderland? 'Cause I ain't seen a rabbit yet, Santana.

[Dean's eyebrows runkle for a second, then he smirks.]

...are you wearing a cheerleading uniform?

[video]

[defiant_eye]

[ Make that three on the interest in brackets, because Elle figures a Desert Eagle is as good as it's going to get on this boring network. ]

Sorry, no demons or ghosts on the menu. And you just missed the dragon.

Re: [video]

[dashboardlite]

I don't know if I like this place if I don't know what's on the menu.

[He chews on his lower lip for a second, brow furrowing.]

...what dragon?

[video]

[defiant_eye]

Jabberwock.

Who's Sammy?

[video]

[dashboardlite]

Some kids told me about some Jabberwocky thing. Considering my lack of weapons, I'm kinda relieved you guys took it out.

[He frowns at the screen a little before answering the second question.]

...Sam's my brother. I don't even know if he's here or not.

[Video of being late forever again]

[born_from_mist]

W-wrought iron..?

[Video of being late forever again]

[dashboardlite]

[He raises his eyebrows, taking in the...rather strange creature, actually. What the Hell is that, anyway?]

...yeah. Bullets are wrought iron. You worried or somethin', buddy?

[Video]

[born_from_mist]

Uhm... W-what are bullets?

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

[Blunt.]

...bits of metal that you shoot at dicks who wanna hurt you.