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[goodjob]

Who: Fiona Gallagher and you.
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the Marsiva
When: 1/20

[The camera manages to catch Fiona waking up with an angry yelp before she stumbles furiously out of bed, and off screen. Something like a muffled scream can be heard, but not seen. She's gone for a fair amount of time before she returns to addresse the camera directly.]

[She looks tired, a breath away from haggard. Her voice is harsh.] I feel like my room's been downgraded. What are our coordinates? [She frowns, scratches the back of her neck.] Where are we? And... how long's it been since the fire?

[That out of the way, she relaxes and asks in a more conversational tone:] And has anybody got a smoke? I'm definitely not quitting now. [She rolls her eyes.]

Oh, and Adrien, you owe me a drink. [Muttered:] At least.

[Anyone who wants to find Fiona on the bridge of the Marsiva is welcome to do so! They can find her when she just woke up, when she went off screen to scream into a pillow, or after the message when she'll be spending her time inspecting everything, and trying to find some cigarettes.]

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[goodjob]

[She turns her head to stare at him, eyes narrowed.] Oh, God. You're a Protestant angel. [Fiona, that's not- oh, whatever. The thought makes her laugh, but it's unclear if that means she finds the situation humorous. She shakes her head and gets back to sifting through the supplies.]

I guess most chefs go to hell. [Shrug. She starts mixing various pastes and bars together into the vague shape of food.] Anyway, I'm Fiona.

[heavenonearth]

[ well that certainly earns a nice, deep brow furrow. he tilts his head thoughtfully. ]

We aren't affiliated with any religion in particular.

[ you catholics and protestants and jews can all duke it out however you want.. cas isn't terribly fond of organized religion. it's got its upsides, but it's sure got its downsides too, so it's not something he's ever been particularly interested in. ]

But hey, it's nice to meet you in any case, Fiona.

[goodjob]

[She laughs, a little self-deprecating.] Sorry. My dad was big into the Catholic thing when I was little, and there're only four angels in the bible, so... [She shrugs her shoulders.] Don't worry, I'll clap my hands and believe in you either way.

[Fiona, that's Peter Pan.]

Pleasure's mine. You're the nicest angel I've met today.

[heavenonearth]

[ cas can't help but laugh, a warm, genuine sounding thing. ]

That's a pretty high compliment. Angels aren't really very nice, as a rule.

[ dicks with wings, dean had so aptly loved to call them. stepping back from the counter, cas takes one last drag from the smoke before plucking up a paper coffee cup and stubbing out the butt inside, exhaling through his nose. ]

Though you know, man wrote the Bible, not God, so you can expect a few.. discrepancies.

[goodjob]

But wasn't it, like, divinely inspired? [A beat.] Jesus, I swear I'm not some fundie. My dad was just really into this crap, and I thought the sun rose out of his ass until I was twelve.

[She realizes, somewhat belatedly, that she's playing into this a lot deeper than she'd planned. But what does it hurt if he's lying? She's not gonna ask for divine favor or anything. For possibly the first time since she was twelve, she lets sleeping dogs lie.]

Hope you like... chicken protein with teriyaki paste. Gel? Mmm, just like mom made it. [Fiona's mother never cooked.]

[heavenonearth]

[ the more she talks, the more cas finds himself growing fond of her, and he can't help the easy, toothy grin that stretches his mouth. ]

Hey, you don't have to explain anything to me. I don't judge. But I don't know, think of it as.. one long, cosmic chain of whisper down the lane. Not only that, men have been editing that damned book since time immemorial. I wouldn't take it too seriously.

[ not to mention that cas.. isn't exactly on the best of terms with heaven and god and angels anyway, so he's not about to get preachy to anyone. screw angels, and screw heaven, he doesn't care what people worship, anyway.

he does care about food, however, so he pulls up two chairs, glancing down toward the, uh, delicious delicacy she's prepared. ]

Well, we'll have to get used to it, I guess.

[goodjob]

Oh, you're not the judging angel? I guess that's Mike, Ralph and the other Ninja Turtles. Hey, why does Thursday need an angel, anyway? [This is... fun. It's fun to indulge him. What he describes is so weird, so unlike any of the passages and psalms Frank had memorized... it's oddly comforting, even if she can't exactly change her view of the cosmos for it.]

Believe me, in space? You can get used to almost anything. [She cuts the protein into small slices, almost like hors d'oeuvres. Eating one,] The taste's right, but the texture is... uh, creative.

[heavenonearth]

[ well that's enough to ease a laugh from him, for sure. ]

Good question. Ask the big guy. I didn't write the rules.

[ sure did tear them up, though, but that's another story, one he doesn't really want to think about when he's in a good mood, so he's shelving that bitter train of thought. and soup's on, it seems. cas lifts his eyebrows at the stuff, but hey don't knock it 'til you try it, right? he pops a cube into his mouth. ]

That's.. uh. [ he's trying not to pull a face. it's not awful, and i mean, it's not like he's used to better fare, but something about protein paste.. ] Well, it's something.

[goodjob]

Yeah, I tried, but he never returns my calls. [She smirks.]

[She laughs at his obvious distaste.] Thanks for the diplomacy.

[heavenonearth]

Yeah, fair enough.. sounds like Him all right.

[ nah, he's not bitter at all, even if he can't help but grin at her after. ]

Well I can say at least that it's way better than anything I could have whipped up, anyway. You can only be as good as your ingredients; I probably would've set something on fire.

[goodjob]

That's kind of a step down from swords. [Jesus, she needs to stop with the angel jokes, they're just so easy.] If we ever get real food around here, I can show you how to cook. It's just as important as knowing how to shoot a gun, believe me.

[heavenonearth]

[ he's really, really used to dumb angel jokes so please fiona, let them fly. he chuckles. ]

From what I hear, that's not likely to happen, but hey. Food is food I guess. Either way, I'll definitely take you up on that offer if the opportunity ever arises.