Castiel (
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driftfleet2016-01-20 11:37 pm
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[001] Video/Action
Who: Castiel (the 500% done one)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Jan 20th
[Castiel doesn't sleep--not anymore, anyway--so finding himself waking up is an unusual thing. It usually means he's been seriously injured, but he doesn't remember anything that would cause him to come to awareness suddenly in a place that was not where he was previously; it doesn't alarm him much, but it does cause more than a little confusion. This is definitely not the Crystal Palace.
He explores a few rooms to begin with, cautious and on guard, but it seems there's no immediate threat and he takes a moment to check his pockets. Then he discovers the communicator, and then he starts to get really annoyed. There's no way. It isn't Adstringendum's PCD, but it's similar, and...
Ugh.
He fumbles with the communicator for a moment before figuring out how to broadcast, showing an extremely unimpressed angel who hasn't yet realized how awkwardly timed this post will be after the last one.]
This is entirely ridiculous. Where am I now?
[Not like his luck isn't normally bad enough that getting dragged into another dimension not all that long after figuring out how to break out of Adstringendum would be a shock, but really? Really?
Also that's it for the post. He'll be more chatty when he's not so annoyed.
If anyone wants to encounter him, after his post and while responding he'll be wandering the Marsiva, investigating the Hospitality Deck.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Jan 20th
[Castiel doesn't sleep--not anymore, anyway--so finding himself waking up is an unusual thing. It usually means he's been seriously injured, but he doesn't remember anything that would cause him to come to awareness suddenly in a place that was not where he was previously; it doesn't alarm him much, but it does cause more than a little confusion. This is definitely not the Crystal Palace.
He explores a few rooms to begin with, cautious and on guard, but it seems there's no immediate threat and he takes a moment to check his pockets. Then he discovers the communicator, and then he starts to get really annoyed. There's no way. It isn't Adstringendum's PCD, but it's similar, and...
Ugh.
He fumbles with the communicator for a moment before figuring out how to broadcast, showing an extremely unimpressed angel who hasn't yet realized how awkwardly timed this post will be after the last one.]
This is entirely ridiculous. Where am I now?
[Not like his luck isn't normally bad enough that getting dragged into another dimension not all that long after figuring out how to break out of Adstringendum would be a shock, but really? Really?
Also that's it for the post. He'll be more chatty when he's not so annoyed.
If anyone wants to encounter him, after his post and while responding he'll be wandering the Marsiva, investigating the Hospitality Deck.]
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[He's not super alarmed--weirder things have happened--but he's definitely going to get to the bottom of this right now.]
I am going to go find him. Myself.
[Whatever this is all about.]
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...it's good to see you again. Sorry it's here.
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You as well. This is not...
[Not where any of them should be.]
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--ah, but it wasn't the portals. Sam went to my world and was there a while, and turned up here when he tried to go home again. And I think there are other Adstring people who didn't use the portals at all.
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[Which is where he was when he found himself here. But with that being the case, as well as what Nami says about Sam in addition to her own experience, he's not seeing any immediate pattern to why they would find themselves here.]
But there are too many of us here to be coincidence.
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...You are serious.
[What the hell, Nami.]
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On the bright side, nothing's trying to kill us here. Yet.
[There's always a yet.]
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[And a whole new word needs to be invented for his brother's ideas, honestly. Her second comment is a bit of a surprise, though.]
Nothing at all?
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who's he he sounds like a dick]
Well, nothing direct. The fleet was attacked by another fleet before I got here, but that was months ago, and that fleet left before finishing the job. So I don't know how serious they were, or even if it was set up for ratings.
[Air quotes and all.]
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Interesting. I will see if I can find out more about this attack from those here longer.
[Because ratings or not, that seems important.]
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[Though it's a little weird to be the one finding someone to get information from rather than the other way around.]
How long have you been here yourself?
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[And alright, four months is good to know; he makes a mental note of that.]
I have spoken with Sam, you, Makie, Katie; do you know of anyone else present from Adstringendum other than the six of us? Or anyone you recognize but does not remember Adstringendum?
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[Which is interesting, to say the least. There must be some reason for it.]
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[Because there were a lot of difficult people in Adstringendum. He probably counts as one himself, but whatever.]
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You'll give me a heads up if any do, right?
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I will do so, yes. If anyone I believe is a threat arrives here, I will alert everyone.
[Everyone being his friends/people from Adstringendeum, not... Everyone everyone. He's seen that go badly before.]