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driftfleet2016-01-20 03:15 pm
heavenonearth) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-20 03:15 pm
Entry tags:
.oo1 / video + action
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. ]
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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I-I don't suppose it will! That would be very difficult food to have around, if it just ate itself. Though I guess that plenty of things we eat do that, like fish!
[HA. See, because a fish can eat a fish but we can eat 'em both.]
My name's Koala. If you need anything at all, sir, I'd be more than happy to help. It wouldn't be a problem, not at all. I'm sure you're very confused by these turn of events, being here suddenly. I can promise you, you weren't taken in by any slavers. We're all kidnapped, together.
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that comment about slavers, though - that's certainly a little off-putting, makes his heart sink a little in his breast. how cas still has the capacity to care after so long spent trying to bury it all is really a mystery; already, he's itching for a drink. but she's a child, and he's fond of children, has seen too many of them suffer and die. ]
Well, Koala, you can call me Cas. [ a beat - ] Are you happy, here? Having an okay time?
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[She kind of feels dizzy, thinking about it all at once.
She touches a hand to the side of her face, smiling still but awestruck.]
A lot is happening in such a short time...! I'm very lucky to have such a wonderful opportunity by the people aboard the ships here. I won't squander it!
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cas chuckles, grinning easy, lazy. ]
Well that's good, I'm glad you're happy. Learning how to read seems pretty exciting.
[ so, apparently kidnapping is the lesser of two evils, here. that's a nut he's really not up for cracking, right now. ]
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It is very exciting! I always wanted to know what things said.
My mom read to me when I was little, but...
[Ah, nobody wants to hear such personal things.... Anyway.]
Sorry! I didn't mean to go so far off topic! I meant to make sure you were okay. Are you comfortable? I'm afraid I can't access the Marsiva! But I can tell you as much as I know, and what to expect, if you would like.
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Hey, don't worry about it. I'm easy. Talk about whatever you want.
[ honestly, it feels good just to listen; she's like the antidote to a thousand aches and pains. ]
But I'm just fine. This place is pretty swanky, though I hear the food gets worse.
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[Considering she's a noodle-limbed beanpole, this is unsurprising.]
What's, um...! Your favorite kind of food?
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[ or he's going to be pestering every person aboard the marsiva to smuggle food back for him, tbh. he squints thoughtfully. ]
That's a tough question, but.. probably peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. Man, I love those things, simple but great, you know? What about you?
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I do... really like crab! I had it once — different sorts of things, really, when I was traveling with pirates...! But I also really liked the sweets someone left in my room here, on my ship... I can't even remember if I've had real sweets before that...! It was a very long time.
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B-but I don't recommend trying to bite through a crab shell.
[/TRAUMATIC CRAB
FLASHBACKS]
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That, uh.. doesn't sound like a great time, really. [ grinning. ] But hey, you got it. If I ever see a crab here, it's got your name on it.
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That's so kind... You don't have to, of course! I'm very content with our protein meals.
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But hey, I don't even have the crab yet, so we shouldn't get too excited about it.
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... That's true! I wonder if we'll ever stop at such a place, with crab and fish...
There doesn't appear to be much room in space for ocean creatures.
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Nope, not really. I've never heard of any sort of crab that can survive in space, that's for sure. But hey, maybe we'll run into a cool ocean planet someday.
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In that case, I will let you know if we do! I promise, sir! Um — Cas, sir!
[An attempt was made.]
If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask! I've been on very good behavior!
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