it really is one of those "5 jobs Dean Winchester Never Had" thing: the world tour remixgabby_silangJune 8 2010, 17:50:22 UTC
1. Barista, Zaragoza
Dean is immediately good at this. He treats the espresso machine with respect, he understands its parts, he understands the obsessive cleanliness, shining to polish, the tools that keep it working and smooth, he understands feeling it out, and he understands adjusting the grind of his beans when someone leaves the front door open and a breeze drafts in. He doesn't need a thermometer, he feels out steamed milk with the naked palm of his hand against the heat of the metal jug. It's a small cafe, nothing like a Starbucks, a Tullys, a what-have-you. There isn't any yelling, and if the owner puts on any music at all, it's dreamy piano pieces all day long.
They also serve beer, and wine, and Dean stays for a month. There are grounds under his fingernails and he misses his car.
2. Print model, Tokyo
The posing thing isn't really working for him until some tiny, frustrated artistic director bodily shoves him into position, and Dean falls into place, lets ever joint and bone go wherever it will. Falls like a body, and
( ... )
FILLED: saldhfsadf, Castiel, Sam, Dean, PGgabby_silangJune 8 2010, 16:36:06 UTC
Six months as part of the mortal coil, and Castiel is sitting in a molded plastic chair in a Greyhound station in Duluth. There are fifteen minutes until the bus she has a ticket for will arrive. There is a clock high on the wall, the length of its minute-hand greater than the length of her forearm. It's dragging through the seconds. There is nothing to fill them. Her feet do not quite reach the floor. The floor is a cragged linoleum mess. It is cold here, the air is reaching up her sleeves and under her shirt collar.
On the seat next to her is a year-old issue of Scientific American. She reads it cover to cover. When she reaches Sioux Falls, she orders a subscription. She asks Sam to access professional journals online. She asks Sam to show her how to find whatever she needs. She buys a laptop. She buys another. She asks Dean to take apart his EMF and put it back together while she watches. She reads. She reads. It takes months. It takes a year. It takes years
( ... )
when she buys things neither a 13-year-old nor an angel should be purchasing on E-Bay, she uses the fake IDs Dean mocked up for her a year ago. She shakes the hands of people who just assume she's some sort of child prodigy, and introduces herself as Maya.
I haven't even read Extremis yet and I still want an entire universe of this and the "SI Project: Artificial Grace" from your top prompt. also your imagery is really super awesomely precise and so fitting for Clairestiel (haha best portmanteau ever)! (also I am always a sucker for Cas being forced to experience time like a mortal because it would drive him absolutely bonkers.)
and now I am thinking of Dean's altered dynamic with a science-whiz-kid Clairestiel and how uncomfortable Dean would be in Clairestiel's shiny sterile lab, and how he would keep forgetting to call her Maya, and how all the other scientists would keep shooting each other Significant Looks at this blue-collar older dude with dirty jeans and his weird closeness with the jailbait.
me: Maria probably finds her out in the desert by Palo Alto, poking at a bloated dead thing with a stick
gabby: oh god and she's just CHARMED
"Is that a cat?"
And Dee looking up, shading her eyes with a sweaty hand, "Yeah. Sure. Why not."
"You should do that." Poke, and Maria falls to a crouch to watch the end of the stick go in; tilts her head to the side, "It's unsanitary."
"Says who?"
"It just is."
Another poke and Dee's laugh. Short and sharp like Maria's father does when he thinks she's gone to bed and he has his friends over and they are talking about the human cost of things. "Nothing just isAnd Maria frowns, certain. "It is if it's dead
( ... )
Re: Deanna/Maria Starkgabby_silangJune 8 2010, 16:46:50 UTC
Six soda pop bottles on a fence fifteen yards away.
"Aren't tin cans traditional for this sort of thing?" Maria wonders, and Deanna has a smile for her.
"Glass breaks more satisfying." And ain't that the truth.
Maria's father is somewhere to the west of here, down the road, through the gates, through more gates, behind five sets of closed doors, frowning at a calk board. He hasn't been home in a couple days. Dee's parents are south and east. Staking out the mouth of a cave, starving something out. It won't be too much longer now, either way.
Dee's gun is big, its grip thicker around than her wrist. She holds it steady and wraps herself around Maria. Maria hmms at the familiarity, but it's sweet, it's honest enough. Dee smells of sandstone.
SCENARIO: Hunter!PepperdestroJune 8 2010, 16:33:58 UTC
It's why she wears a tiny gold cross around her neck and doesn't really blink at firearms and it's how you don't really think to freak when your boss decides he's going to be a superhero, because terrorists and bad guys are still just people.
And when Pepper says "You're all I have to, you know." She means it.
Re: SCENARIO: Hunter!PepperquigonejinnJune 8 2010, 17:25:51 UTC
Things that Pepper keeps in her emergency roll-on in the closet hallway: one three-season gray suit with skirt, two Brooks Brothers no-press shirts (one white, one white with black pinstripes, but not so narrow that they fuzz out on TV), emergency toiletries, a tri-band phone with travel charger, backup photocopies of her travel documents, Tony's travel documents, and travel documents for the Rolls, a first aid kid, a sewing kit, fresh wipes. A business phrasebook with written-in entries for "Surface-to-Air missiles" and "We're in final stages of the RFP process, actually."
Also, a gun loaded with silver bullets. There are benefits to flying Stark Air. No security screening, after all.
Re: SCENARIO: Hunter!PepperamonitrateJune 8 2010, 17:33:04 UTC
Don't forget the engraved silver flask of holy water. Tony ribbed her about it once, and once when he thought she wasn't looking he took a swig. Wanted to know what Pepper's poison was. When it turned out to be water, stale water at that, he made a face and in the meeting later kept shooting stares her way.
"What?" she demanded in a whisper, leaning over his shoulder during a break.
"Nothing."
"It's obviously not nothing, Tony. Get whatever it is off your chest so you can, you know, actually pay attention to this meeting."
"Yeah, whatever. It's nothing. Moving on?"
"Fine." Pepper stared to pull back but at the last second Tony catches her wrist.
"You know we stock evian in the jet, right? You don't have to carry your own."
She just rolls her eyes and pries his fingers from her wrist with a little more force than is necessary.
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Dean is immediately good at this. He treats the espresso machine with respect, he understands its parts, he understands the obsessive cleanliness, shining to polish, the tools that keep it working and smooth, he understands feeling it out, and he understands adjusting the grind of his beans when someone leaves the front door open and a breeze drafts in. He doesn't need a thermometer, he feels out steamed milk with the naked palm of his hand against the heat of the metal jug. It's a small cafe, nothing like a Starbucks, a Tullys, a what-have-you. There isn't any yelling, and if the owner puts on any music at all, it's dreamy piano pieces all day long.
They also serve beer, and wine, and Dean stays for a month. There are grounds under his fingernails and he misses his car.
2. Print model, Tokyo
The posing thing isn't really working for him until some tiny, frustrated artistic director bodily shoves him into position, and Dean falls into place, lets ever joint and bone go wherever it will. Falls like a body, and ( ... )
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On the seat next to her is a year-old issue of Scientific American. She reads it cover to cover. When she reaches Sioux Falls, she orders a subscription. She asks Sam to access professional journals online. She asks Sam to show her how to find whatever she needs. She buys a laptop. She buys another. She asks Dean to take apart his EMF and put it back together while she watches. She reads. She reads. It takes months. It takes a year. It takes years ( ... )
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when she buys things neither a 13-year-old nor an angel should be purchasing on E-Bay, she uses the fake IDs Dean mocked up for her a year ago. She shakes the hands of people who just assume she's some sort of child prodigy, and introduces herself as Maya.
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and now I am thinking of Dean's altered dynamic with a science-whiz-kid Clairestiel and how uncomfortable Dean would be in Clairestiel's shiny sterile lab, and how he would keep forgetting to call her Maya, and how all the other scientists would keep shooting each other Significant Looks at this blue-collar older dude with dirty jeans and his weird closeness with the jailbait.
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gabby: oh god
and she's just CHARMED
"Is that a cat?"
And Dee looking up, shading her eyes with a sweaty hand, "Yeah. Sure. Why not."
"You should do that." Poke, and Maria falls to a crouch to watch the end of the stick go in; tilts her head to the side, "It's unsanitary."
"Says who?"
"It just is."
Another poke and Dee's laugh. Short and sharp like Maria's father does when he thinks she's gone to bed and he has his friends over and they are talking about the human cost of things. "Nothing just isAnd Maria frowns, certain. "It is if it's dead ( ... )
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"Aren't tin cans traditional for this sort of thing?" Maria wonders, and Deanna has a smile for her.
"Glass breaks more satisfying." And ain't that the truth.
Maria's father is somewhere to the west of here, down the road, through the gates, through more gates, behind five sets of closed doors, frowning at a calk board. He hasn't been home in a couple days. Dee's parents are south and east. Staking out the mouth of a cave, starving something out. It won't be too much longer now, either way.
Dee's gun is big, its grip thicker around than her wrist. She holds it steady and wraps herself around Maria. Maria hmms at the familiarity, but it's sweet, it's honest enough. Dee smells of sandstone.
"Go on, lift up your hands."
They hit every last one.
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And when Pepper says "You're all I have to, you know." She means it.
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Also, a gun loaded with silver bullets. There are benefits to flying Stark Air. No security screening, after all.
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"What?" she demanded in a whisper, leaning over his shoulder during a break.
"Nothing."
"It's obviously not nothing, Tony. Get whatever it is off your chest so you can, you know, actually pay attention to this meeting."
"Yeah, whatever. It's nothing. Moving on?"
"Fine." Pepper stared to pull back but at the last second Tony catches her wrist.
"You know we stock evian in the jet, right? You don't have to carry your own."
She just rolls her eyes and pries his fingers from her wrist with a little more force than is necessary.
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