Kevin Tran | 001 | Accidental video

[vates]

[ Kevin's been working for a few days without sleep on the tablet, so when he wakes up, he figures he must've just passed out from exhaustion. He gets all the way to sitting up before he realizes that he isn't in the bunker.

When the feed switches on, it starts first staring up at the ceiling, while in the background, someone is very clearly laying waste to the bookshelf in their room. Kevin steps into the frame as he swings the shelf he'd ripped out to use as a weapon, and he decides it's acceptable before he sets it down. He has a bunch of papers, and as he puts them into an empty pillowcase, the cuneiform symbols can just be seen for what they are -- that is, ancient and unreadable.

He reaches for his shelf again, and now his face fully comes into frame. He looks like a guy who hasn't slept or eaten real food in a few days, with an added couple layers of complete panic. He has no clue where he is, who might've kidnapped him, what they want to use him for, but beneath the panic there's determination.

He made it this far; he won't let them win now.

Once he realizes the phone is broadcasting, he curses loudly and switches it off.

This plan would probably have gone a lot better if he hadn't been Skyping it. ]

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[vates]

[ That's not wholly comforting, but it's enough that Kevin thinks maybe he can stop and put down this shelf for a little bit, maybe find someplace to collect his thoughts and figure out what he's going to do with all his notes. ]

What's your name? I'm Kevin.

[oldfashionedhero]

Steve.

[The kid seems to be relaxing, at least a little bit.]

Where are you from, Kevin?

[vates]

[ Wow, that seems really unimportant right now. ]

Michigan. How long have you been here?

[oldfashionedhero]

[It's not actually that important, but there's a system to getting to know a fellow soldier. Or at least there used to be, and by the way Kevin's reacting to this situation he's a soldier whether he knows it or not.]

Not that long. A day or two.

[Probably not that comforting, all things considered but Steve's not going to lie to him.]

Are you hungry? There's a kitchen around here. They've got all kinds of food from all over.

[vates]

[ No, it isn't, but at least Steve looks like he's in one piece. He's probably not a prophet, so that might also mean nothing, but still.

He narrows his eyes at Steve for a moment. Food is the least of his concern right now, even if it should be, but he's too scared of... life to even worry about eating. ]

Who else is here? Is there anyone here named Crowley? Or... [ He's not sure how to check for the existence of angels without totally giving himself away. ]

Or do you know a Sam or Dean?

[oldfashionedhero]

From what I've gathered, there are a lot of people here. Someone said as much as fifty or more.

[Steve pauses.]

Not everyone gave their name. There might be. Are you looking for them?

[vates]

Fifty? [ Fifty is a lot of people. Depending on the kind of people they are and what form this imprisonment takes... That might not be a bad thing. Like, obviously it's bad that there are people here, but that's a sizeable number.

Kevin's used to doing things on his own, but it's better in groups. ]

Yeah, I am. [ Why was Steve's answer so cagey? ] If they're here, I need to talk to them.