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[heavenonearth]

Who: Castiel (the cool one),
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: The Marsiva
When: January 20th, late morning.

[ waking up confused isn't necessarily anything particularly new for castiel, but generally speaking in that case he's usually hungover, and when the fog clears he's in his bed, somewhere safe and familiar, not somewhere, well - like this. immediately he's alert and awake, feeling under his pillow for a knife that isn't there, sharp, instinctual panic burgeoning in his gut, but he controls it. you better bet he's got no idea he's being watched, too.

it's peaceful. this place reminds him of heaven, with its clean, sleek design and cool, quiet atmosphere, but he doesn't trust it any more than he trusts heaven. tense and wary, one hand flies immediately to his throat, then he's pulling it back to look at is as if he's expecting to see something there, but it's clean, and when he tugs up his shirt there's no blood there either, no bullet holes, no gaping wounds, only the same old scars. castiel stands, runs both hands through his unkempt hair, and eases in a steadying breath. he's a rangy looking thing, with a lean, hungry look about him, overgrown scruff and hair but hey - at least he's clean. cleaner than he's been in a long while. and someone did him the service of mending the long worn holes in his jeans and canvas jacket so that's.. nice. i guess.

all right, inventory first. his knife and handgun are both missing, naturally, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. sitting again on the edge of his bunk, in his pockets he finds a mostly full pack of cigarettes with two joints stuffed in with them, a blue plastic bic lighter, a half bottle of pills, a two month old supply list, creased and folded, and a bottlecap. not too much of use when it comes to keeping yourself alive. exhaling in a puff of air, he stuffs it all back into his pockets, even the list and the bottlecap, and gets to his feet again. might as well pick around, right?

and by pick around i mean find the cafeteria almost instantly and gawp in awe at all of the food. ]

.. you're kidding me.

[ when you live in a world where things like toilet paper are scarce treasures, you really learn to appreciate food. there is zero hesitation before cas is all but diving at it like a man starved, picking at everything indiscriminately, eating and drinking and eating some more. he doesn't sit, only hovers near the counters like a buzzard over roadkill, and you'd better bet he's filling his pockets, too, with everything and anything he can fit.

all right, so maybe this isn't so bad. he should probably be wary of the food and all, but it's far too late for that. feel free to stumble across him/interrupt him at any point, he has no idea he's on candid camera. ]

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[child_of_bhaal]

Please don't choke.

[It's the first thing that comes out of her mouth when she watches the broadcast. He's eating way too fast.]

[heavenonearth]

[ .. well he wasn't going to choke, probably, but now he sure might. who the hell?? he coughs around a mouthful of mashed potatoes, swallows quickly and turns. ]

Who's there?

[child_of_bhaal]

[Oops.]

Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. Um, this is broadcasting. I can see you on my comm.

[Video] have a sickly japanese chick for starters

[therewerefifty]

[Oh, there's a familiar face. And a familiar voice, but...

...not a familiar person. Not the way he's acting. Nevertheless, after a moment, she decides to make sure.]

Castiel...?

my body is ready

[heavenonearth]

[ right. broadcasting. he's ready this time. but he's not ready for the sound of his name in an unfamiliar voice; he hasn't been called that in years, and the feel of it sends an uncomfortable ripple down his spine.

he looks up immediately, stony serious, and edgy. ]

How do you know my name?

is it is it really

[therewerefifty]

[Makie blinks, and the uncertainty is obvious for a moment before she smooths it over and retreats into formal courtesy.]

I'm sorry, sir. We knew each other once. Have you... heard of a place called Adstringendum?

[She needs Sam to please explain this. He knows everything else.]

[video]

[mikangirl]

[Holy shit. You're a welcome familiar face, but what happened to you? He's so far different from the Cas she remembers that she exercises a little caution.]

The food's not going anywhere. You can slow down.

[Let's see if he finds her familiar, first.]

[heavenonearth]

[ sorry, nami, he can't really take that to heart. swallowing down a bite of apple, he points languidly toward the screen with a flicked wrist. ]

You can't say that for sure. [ brows up, he tilts his head. ] I'm not taking any chances.

[mikangirl]

[That'd be a no, then. Even the way he moves a hand is so distant from the mannerisms she remembers. Nami regards him for a moment, then gives a faint shrug.]

You're right. Absolutely nothing is constant. But I can tell you that food supply's been refreshing itself there for at least three months.

video;

[airraid]

( and here. we. go.

joker is watching this whole debacle with the cafeteria with such a look of almost childish glee that it's a wonder he doesn't outright laugh, because is this guy serious? you wake up in a place you don't know and you immediately start in with the food? )

Hey, buddy, ever heard of the phrase don't drink the koolaid?

( you're gonna end up killing yourself, bro. what if that shit's poisoned? )

[heavenonearth]

[ it's definitely crossed his mind, but i mean. so what? as far as he knows he's dead already. he's paid his dues. he's done his damned job. if poisoned food kills him again then, oh well, it was worth it while it lasted.

he's got a healthy outlook on life, bruh. and he doesn't slow down, just glances toward the screen and washes down a mouthful of potato chips with a long gulp of water. ]

Nope. Sure haven't.

[airraid]

( oh for fuck's sake, man. granted, he doesn't know your story just yet, so he might actually agree with you if he did -- but until then, he's pretty sure you're deranged or something, going through food like that when you have no idea where it's been. )

Great. So I'm guessing food is a hot commodity where you're from -- ( a beat. ) -- or you were forced into a relationship with Jenny Craig. Either way, don't choke.

( because they totally know who jenny craig is in the future. totally. shut up. )

And three

[flickerflash]

Finally!

[Small British child alert.] You took a very long time to get here. You're meant to be here first!

[Okay yeah the food stuffing thing is weird but MAYBE HE WAS STUCK IN A HOLE FOR TWO WEEKS who knows with your world man]

..... wheezes

[heavenonearth]

[ oh hey, weird kid. cas's eyebrows lift, and he glances up toward the screen, vaguely hesitant, before straightening up and turning over the orange in his hand, peeling away at its skin. ]

.. oh yeah? What do you mean by that?

[flickerflash]

[Katie fails to notice differences, though it'd be a vastly different thing if this were in person. So in that case, carrying on gaily.]

You're meant to be here first to explain everything to everyone else. Sam's not very good at it.

[Hi I am a geased liar please don't believe anything I say.]

Video

[onlyanapple]

[That face. Crowley's first reaction is the same whenever Castiel has shown up in these places, to get the hell away and avoid any an all contact. He very almost does that, but this...is different. The face is the same, so is the voice, but the demeanour is something very different.

Then he remembers. Castiel had a loss once, him and the Winchesters together. About some other world...he'd assumed it was a trick of the castle. Apparently not. ]

If we are, the punchline is really shitty.

[Like his life. Hah hah. ]

[heavenonearth]

[ yeah don't worry, he feels you on that one. his life sure isn't much better. cas snorts derisively through his nose, eyeballing a wrapped sandwich before he glances toward the video food.

nope. no recognition. ]

Tell me about it. At least the food is good.

video;

[maschinenpistole]

[ She can't help but stare at the food-shoveling going on... she watches in silence for a little bit, with wide eyes and the teeniest of smirks toying at one corner of her mouth, and then... she snickers. ]

If you think that's good, wait until we get to the next planet!

[heavenonearth]

[ castiel glances up, mid-bite, cheeks full and teeth sunken neatly into a hamburger - hang on a moment, give him a second to chew and swallow at least half of this mouthful. ]

Oh yeah? Better than this? Can't say I'm terribly picky, though.

[ food is food, and to be treasured. ]

video. concerned frown mode.

[collegedropout]

[Sam stares for a long moment at what is undoubtedly Castiel.

Castiel, who is... filling his pockets with food. Questionable. Something's off already, because even in Adstringendum, he wasn't really this dramatic about scavenging for something to eat. When he was human, anyway.

What the hell? You okay, dude.

(No offense, but things alter your person almost as much as it alters his.)]

... Whatever happened to counting calories?

[It's the first thing that comes out of his mouth, sue him.

That sure is buffet, friend.]

[heavenonearth]

[ cas has talked with a good handful of people today, but none of them have given him pause nearly so much as this voice, familiar even after five years, cutting through his memory like the crack of a whip.

castiel's got a cheese sandwich en route to his mouth, but it stalls midway. his shoulders stiffen, and it takes him a moment to get up the nerve to glance toward the screen.

no. he can't be here. that's not possible.

but it's sam's face that greets him when he brings himself to look. sam's. not lucifer's. he can read it in the subtle lines, the way sam looks older and leaner, the look in his eyes bearing an expression lucifer would never wear. ]

.. Sam.

[ sorry, that's it. he needs a minute here buddy. ]

[Action]

[ofthursday]

[So after a helpful tip-off from Sam, as well as a comment from Nami, Castiel is off to the kitchen. He's not entirely sure what he's expecting to find--very little surprises him at this point--but it's still weird to step silently into the room just to see what definitely looks like him, or Jimmy anyway, raiding the food supply.

Okay, so, this is either someone from another world who looks like Jimmy (which is something he's encountered before, albeit briefly), Jimmy himself, or an version of either himself or Jimmy from a different world or time. Or, more strangely, it could be a weird event, a mimicry by a creature that can change forms, or whatever else.

At any rate, he decides to keep his distance for the moment, standing barely a step inside the doorway.]

Hello.

[heavenonearth]

[ all right, so he's seen some things. he's seen some real weird things. some terrible things. he's been alive a long time. but that still doesn't prepare him for the way that single word cuts through his thoughts, it certainly doesn't prepare him for what he sees when he turns away from the peanut butter & jelly sandwich he's halfway through destroying.

woah.

cas blinks hard, twice, but the image is still there, like looking into a mirror - an old mirror, a wormhole to another time. he doesn't answer right away, only stares, long and cool as a cat, then drops the sandwich onto the nearest table to approach. castiel might be hesitant to cross the distance, but cas sure isn't, and the moment he's within a few feet of him he can feel the force of castiel's grace, the sheer presence of it enough to resonate, tugging at the meager shards of his own leftover energy. the same signature.

seeing two deans, all right, that had been bizarre, and interesting. seeing sam, too, after five long years, had also been bizarre, less interesting, more upsetting. but this is worlds more odd than either of those things. maybe he should be more afraid than he is, but cas just wears an expression of muted wonder. ]

Well, look at you. You're a sight for sore eyes.

video.

[scrubscrub]

Oh — ! Have you not eaten in a long time? It's okay! I would be careful; if you eat too much too quickly when you have a very empty stomach, if could make you throw up. Pacing is very important...

[She has seen many-a slave attempt to scarf down food after a punishment of fasting.

It's not pretty, not at all. She learned fast.]

[heavenonearth]

[ .. oh no, come on. kids? taking full grown men and women, all right, it's wrong, it's not great, even if, so far, this place is turning out to be a hell of a lot better than where he'd come from -- it still doesn't sit right.

cas looks into the feed for a moment, then washes his mouthful down with a gulp of water, and tilts his head in consideration. ]

That's pretty good advice. You're probably right.