It's Sam's sharp hearing rather than his observation skills that lead him to the tablet, because now Dawn's voice is coming from there. Several seconds after that are required for what she says to really sink in. Give him a break, the Sanctuary is vaguely disorienting.
With his arms still in the sleeves, it's easy enough to haul the shirt back over his head and smooth it down his stomach. There. One issue settled. And he manages to look only as embarrassed and uncomfortable as the situation demands. Then he sniffs, like there's a scent on the breeze sniffs. Only, Dawn remains purely a voice.
"And what exactly is a Taxon supposed to be?" Pause. Contemplate. "Can you see everything that I'm doing?"
[voice→ visual]tothelibraryOctober 13 2009, 07:38:17 UTC
Slightly creepy underground city. Run by aliens or robots, but I kind of hope aliens.
[she pauses, then in vaguely sepulchral tones]
We see all.
[And then, taking pity on the poor newbie, Sam gets visual, with a distinctly non-threatening Tiny Watcher grinning at him, slightly abashed.]
"Sorry about that, it's kind of tradition to give the new people a hard time a little bit. Like frat hazing, only with less beer. And paddling, and homoeroticism." That stunning segue done, Dawn moves on. "Dawn Summers, and I can only see you because you're broadcasting."
[holo] icon keyword thxshifty_businessOctober 14 2009, 05:19:51 UTC
"The fu--" Sam's cussing only interrupted by round two coming on so soon, "The fuck you--" Pity him, he's new and from the South. And then, Dawn does indeed pity him, bringing her face into the picture. The transition startles Sam and all those emotions keep playing visibly on his face while he brings himself closer to the tablet and that girl grinning there.
"New people, pad--paddling-- I ain't got any idea what you going on about, but I'm pretty hell sure I didn't sign up for it." Since she's first, Dawn gets all the blustering and denial that he was not first to perform; and he will not be the last, as long as the city keeps bringing 'em in. "Dawn? It's, uh, it's Sam. What am I doing, now?"
Broadcasting, did she say? Oh. He eyes the tablet but, since he didn't turn it on, he turns instead to the silver bracelet implanted in his arm. It feels unnatural. His shifter senses hate it, for one, and his body feels a bit odd around there, like his skin wants to seal around it but can't. That's just wrong.
"Sam?" Here, have a beaming Sookie appearing on the tablet screen, whenever Sam cares to venture over and look at it.
Hadn't she just been talking to Lafayette the other day about how much she missed her boss, how it wasn't the same without him? And now bam, here he was, in all his semi-nude glory, and evidently confused.
In Sam's defense, everyone was a tad confused at this point - though they were not all semi-nude. This is a status which he has also managed to fix, thanks to an earlier Dawn-intervention. Also being near the tablet thanks to a certain troll, he caught the instant Sookie's face appeared. The fact that she was smiling was as reassuring as anything.
"Oh, Sookie.." Since he'd been just about to leave Bon Temps, it was twice as bittersweet to see her. Then again, who knows, what with him gettin' gone farther than he ever thought with this Taxon deal.
"Well, yeah, just about--" Then again, if anyone else was around and could just see him plain as day, he'd rather not be going on about how he was about to become a dog. "Ya'll alright, then? Maryann didn't... She didn't come around the bar, did she?"
Sam, you needn't have gotten dressed on anybody else's account. Sookie wasn't exactly objecting to the spectacle, merely observing. In any case, his question was met with a fleeting expression of confusion.
"Maryann? --Oh right, that maenad?" Tara had told her about this, as had Eric and Lafayette, though she'd never had the personal displeasure of meeting the woman herself. Yet, presumably. "No, not as far as I know-- but then it's not like that's a great distance." She was a little peeved about being eight steps behind everyone else, by this point.
"I'm fine, Sam. It's you you should be worryin' about, you just got here and all."
"Maenad? Is that what she..." The confused expression was only echoed on Sam's face with the outright confession of what he assumed had to be the source of Maryann's power. She was a-- wait, a what? He knew himself and Sookie and, unfortunately, he knew vampires and werewolves. Maenads were this whole other side of town he wished they'd never strayed into. But it sure would explain some things. You know, if he knew what the hell a maenad was supposed to be able to do.
"Well, I seem to be got here in one piece, so, the concern is going out whether you say so or not. Besides, I like worryin' about you, cher - even if it is a full-time job." The joke fell flatter than he would've liked; it was mostly because Sam was better at straight-up honesty than humor, and also it was too true. But he felt like he had to say something or all this standing here not knowing would drive him crazy real soon.
Speaking of which-- "Maybe you can tell me where you are. I'd rather see you than your face on television."
"Now I know that ain't mo'fuckin' Sam Merlotte up in this goddamn place. 'Bout time."
That's Lafayette, leaning back on his sofa with a glass of clear liquid. Ogling has replaced any expression of surprise at this point. Feeling uncomfortable yet, Sam?
Uncomfortable enough to put his shirt back on, so the free show's over, Lafayette. That's several views of your boss you're never going to see again.
"If I had any idea what in the sam hell was going on, I'd have a better answer for that, Lafayette. Ya'll are managing to look rather comfortable with this whole thing." He noticed the sofa and drink by now, as well as the fact that everyone in his life was here to greet him in one his least proud moments. "How about you tell me what I'm late for."
Damn. It was good while it lasted, and Lafayette takes another drink, which he figures Sam's gonna need sometime soon.
"Hell if I know," he replies with a slight roll of the eyes. "We all got snatched up like a couple 'a wholesale meat pies. It's some serious Twilight Zone shit. Folk here is from all different times and places." He eyes the Tablet purposefully, an unspoken question of where exactly Sam's from.
This is cause enough for some serious thought, which shows in lines all across his forehead. The drink might look good, but getting any kind of answer is still marginally more important.
"I've seen meat pies," he informs Lafayette with some semblance of a wry grin - the most you can muster after just being 'snatched', "None'a them lookin' quite as cozy as you. Now, what are you going on about times? I was in the back, packing my bags, most as I can remember. Nobody else was there with me."
Except that dog, but this is hardly something to bring up.
"There goes the neighborhood." And there was a dry drawl amid all the happy welcoming. Eric cocked an eyebrow at the apparent fact that Sam was stripping before he came to the city.
Still stumbling around the fact that he had been apparently transported, Sam was in no mood for Eric's quips - which really meant he was just in the same mood he always was for bloodsuckers.
"And when I want your opinion, vampire, I'll ask it." Postmark: never.
Eric may not care, but that doesn't stop the mood from plummeting incrementally the more words the vampire gets out. Sam can't smell his stink from here, but his seriously disapproving facial expression might make it seem like he can.
"Unless your definition of favor is passin' out your own flyers at my bar, I don't see that you've done anything of the kind." Still, he has some tiny bit of graciousness left to look awkward over his own irritation. "You've caught me at a bad time, and a disadvantage."
Tara had been in her room at the Stackhouse home, putting away the new batch of clothes that she'd hatched. When she heard that oh so familiar voice, she perked up, scrambling over to her bed where the tablet sat. Picking it up, she switched on the visual mode.
"Oh my god, Sam!" She had just been talking with her cousin about their boss a few days before. She sort of hoped that talking about Sam hadn't brought him there. That would just be mean.
By that time, the greetings had been rolling in from all sorts of familiar faces. The effect did not go all the way to exactly calm Sam, however he managed to maintain a certain order. Having Tara's face pop up on that screen got a frown from him, but it was more of a bemused expression of generally giving up on figuring this out.
"Jesus, Tara, if I thought my whole staff was gonna take off first, I never woulda left."
"Well, we done beat you to it. And now, you stuck with us. Ain't nobody leaving here. They've tried," Tara said in a matter-of-fact tone. She remembered something vague about Sam talking about leaving Bon Temps.
She was thankful that he was here. And that he couldn't leave. She can't have people abandoning her like that.
"Stuck?" Sam repeated incredulously; he didn't want to immediately doubt Tara, but he had to refuse to believe there was nothing to do about the situation. Because leaving was just what he was about to do. Not forever, but... well, it all seemed awful coincidental. Especially considering what it was he was trying to leave for.
Looking over the face of the woman on the screen, Sam cleared his throat, trying to figure out how to say this the best he could. They hadn't exactly seen eye-to-eye on this before - not that Sam had ever been willing to explain why.
"Now, Tara," he started carefully, "If this has anything to do with that Maryann, I need you to tell me..."
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You're um. Kind of half naked? Also, almost one hundred percent definitely not where you think you are.
Hi, welcome to Taxon.
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With his arms still in the sleeves, it's easy enough to haul the shirt back over his head and smooth it down his stomach. There. One issue settled. And he manages to look only as embarrassed and uncomfortable as the situation demands. Then he sniffs, like there's a scent on the breeze sniffs. Only, Dawn remains purely a voice.
"And what exactly is a Taxon supposed to be?" Pause. Contemplate. "Can you see everything that I'm doing?"
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[she pauses, then in vaguely sepulchral tones]
We see all.
[And then, taking pity on the poor newbie, Sam gets visual, with a distinctly non-threatening Tiny Watcher grinning at him, slightly abashed.]
"Sorry about that, it's kind of tradition to give the new people a hard time a little bit. Like frat hazing, only with less beer. And paddling, and homoeroticism." That stunning segue done, Dawn moves on. "Dawn Summers, and I can only see you because you're broadcasting."
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"New people, pad--paddling-- I ain't got any idea what you going on about, but I'm pretty hell sure I didn't sign up for it." Since she's first, Dawn gets all the blustering and denial that he was not first to perform; and he will not be the last, as long as the city keeps bringing 'em in. "Dawn? It's, uh, it's Sam. What am I doing, now?"
Broadcasting, did she say? Oh. He eyes the tablet but, since he didn't turn it on, he turns instead to the silver bracelet implanted in his arm. It feels unnatural. His shifter senses hate it, for one, and his body feels a bit odd around there, like his skin wants to seal around it but can't. That's just wrong.
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Hadn't she just been talking to Lafayette the other day about how much she missed her boss, how it wasn't the same without him? And now bam, here he was, in all his semi-nude glory, and evidently confused.
"Uh- were you in the middle of something?"
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"Oh, Sookie.." Since he'd been just about to leave Bon Temps, it was twice as bittersweet to see her. Then again, who knows, what with him gettin' gone farther than he ever thought with this Taxon deal.
"Well, yeah, just about--" Then again, if anyone else was around and could just see him plain as day, he'd rather not be going on about how he was about to become a dog. "Ya'll alright, then? Maryann didn't... She didn't come around the bar, did she?"
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"Maryann? --Oh right, that maenad?" Tara had told her about this, as had Eric and Lafayette, though she'd never had the personal displeasure of meeting the woman herself. Yet, presumably. "No, not as far as I know-- but then it's not like that's a great distance." She was a little peeved about being eight steps behind everyone else, by this point.
"I'm fine, Sam. It's you you should be worryin' about, you just got here and all."
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"Well, I seem to be got here in one piece, so, the concern is going out whether you say so or not. Besides, I like worryin' about you, cher - even if it is a full-time job." The joke fell flatter than he would've liked; it was mostly because Sam was better at straight-up honesty than humor, and also it was too true. But he felt like he had to say something or all this standing here not knowing would drive him crazy real soon.
Speaking of which-- "Maybe you can tell me where you are. I'd rather see you than your face on television."
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That's Lafayette, leaning back on his sofa with a glass of clear liquid. Ogling has replaced any expression of surprise at this point. Feeling uncomfortable yet, Sam?
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"If I had any idea what in the sam hell was going on, I'd have a better answer for that, Lafayette. Ya'll are managing to look rather comfortable with this whole thing." He noticed the sofa and drink by now, as well as the fact that everyone in his life was here to greet him in one his least proud moments. "How about you tell me what I'm late for."
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"Hell if I know," he replies with a slight roll of the eyes. "We all got snatched up like a couple 'a wholesale meat pies. It's some serious Twilight Zone shit. Folk here is from all different times and places." He eyes the Tablet purposefully, an unspoken question of where exactly Sam's from.
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"I've seen meat pies," he informs Lafayette with some semblance of a wry grin - the most you can muster after just being 'snatched', "None'a them lookin' quite as cozy as you. Now, what are you going on about times? I was in the back, packing my bags, most as I can remember. Nobody else was there with me."
Except that dog, but this is hardly something to bring up.
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"And eloquent as ever, I see."
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"And when I want your opinion, vampire, I'll ask it." Postmark: never.
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Silly Sam, as if Eric gives a good goddamn about your mood.
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"Unless your definition of favor is passin' out your own flyers at my bar, I don't see that you've done anything of the kind." Still, he has some tiny bit of graciousness left to look awkward over his own irritation. "You've caught me at a bad time, and a disadvantage."
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"Oh my god, Sam!" She had just been talking with her cousin about their boss a few days before. She sort of hoped that talking about Sam hadn't brought him there. That would just be mean.
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"Jesus, Tara, if I thought my whole staff was gonna take off first, I never woulda left."
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She was thankful that he was here. And that he couldn't leave. She can't have people abandoning her like that.
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Looking over the face of the woman on the screen, Sam cleared his throat, trying to figure out how to say this the best he could. They hadn't exactly seen eye-to-eye on this before - not that Sam had ever been willing to explain why.
"Now, Tara," he started carefully, "If this has anything to do with that Maryann, I need you to tell me..."
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