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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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[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.

[heavenonearth]

Broadcasting?

[ his eyes flit left and right, then up at last to one of the many screens. right. wonderful. that's not creepy, or anything - so they're all being watched. that's uncomfortable in a way he hasn't felt in a long time. ]

.. so you can.

[child_of_bhaal]

[She totally understands. It's the weirdest thing.]

You should have been given one too. It's probably somewhere around where you woke up. At least, that's where mine was.

[heavenonearth]

Huh.

[ cas glances over his shoulder, briefly, then down toward the sandwich in his hand. unwilling to leave it behind, he just takes it with him, snagging a bag of cookies along the way and stuffing it into his jacket pocket.

after that, he's ducking out to the main room and back toward the bunk he'd woken up in and.. well, sure enough, there it is. he feels a little foolish for having missed it in the first place. and there's her face, right there on the screen. ]

So wait. Back up. How many people are we talkin', here?

[child_of_bhaal]

I haven't counted exactly. There's [She glances away, doing a quick count, her fingers moving with the numbers.] seventeen ships in the fleet, aside from the one you're on. I think they have to hold at least five or six people at their minimum. But I know we can get upgraded for more room, so there could be more than that.

So...a lot of people.

[heavenonearth]

[ castiel's eyes roll skyward thoughtfully as he settles on the edge of his bunk again. that's at least a hundred people at the bare minimum which is, you know, a fairly hefty amount. ]

.. right. So, what's the point? What are we doing here? No one around here seems to have any answers.

[ how am i here might be a better question, all things considered, but.. he's not going there. ]

[child_of_bhaal]

According to our dear hosts, [scathing sarcasm there.] we're being watched by an audience. We're here to be entertaining.

[heavenonearth]

[ an audience. entertainment. that's.. well, certainly not what he was expecting, not even in the realm of possibilities of what he might be expecting. at this point, he's nearly convinced that there's an angel fucking with him right now. ]

.. that so. That's pretty uncomfortable.

[child_of_bhaal]

Tell me about it. I try not to think about it too much. Makes me irritable. And self-conscious.

[heavenonearth]

[ his eyebrows lift, and he smirks slow and easy. ]

I bet. That's got to get eerie fast. [ shrug. ] No way out?

[child_of_bhaal]

Not yet. I'm keeping an eye out.

Oh. I'm so rude. I'm Syeira.

[heavenonearth]

[ cas chuckles, low and soft, grinding the heel of his hand into one eye. ]

Don't worry about it. [ not like he's any better. ] It's a pleasure. Call me Cas.

[child_of_bhaal]

[He's nice. She likes him.]

Well met, Cas. I'm sorry it's under such circumstances.

[heavenonearth]

Yeah. [ for real. he blows out a huff with enough kick to ruffle the messy hair that falls over his forehead. ] Could be worse, I suppose. At least the food is good.

[child_of_bhaal]

[She makes a face.]

Maybe the stuff we get off planets and waystations.

[heavenonearth]

Oh yeah?

[ he doesn't get it. the food on the marsiva is pretty great. he hasn't experienced the... protein paste yet. sounds appetizing. because right now he's tugging a nice fresh chocolate chip cookie out of his pocket and snapping off a big bite. ]

I'm not complaining.

[child_of_bhaal]

It's less nice on the actual ships you'll get put on. They give us goo to eat.

[Yuck.]

[heavenonearth]

Goo?

[child_of_bhaal]

Goo. Like paste and gel, instead of actual solid food.

[She has never trusted it. Ever.]

[heavenonearth]

[ damn, girl. castiel can't help but pull a face, which is saying something, because he's used to eating shitty food. but gel paste sounds pretty gross even for him. ]

Sounds, uh. Appetizing.

[child_of_bhaal]

{Right?! It's disgusting. And suspicious.]

Oh so much. We try to keep stocked on normal food as much as possible. But that all depends on the places we stop.

[heavenonearth]

Yeah, I can imagine.

[ he's already unloading some of the food from his pockets to take some inventory here, because if this is going to be fleeting, you'd better bet he's going to pack away as much as possible. ]

So. What's your story?

[ good segue. ]

[child_of_bhaal]

Well I'm a bard by trade, so I have many.

[Cheeky.]

What would you like to hear about?

[heavenonearth]

Anything, go crazy.

[ he drops the receiver onto the rumpled blanket to free up both hands, but he's still listening. ]

I mean, we're here for entertainment, right? So they have to have chosen you for a reason.