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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.]

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Sure thing. Have fun?

[It looks like it's gonna be a long day, Cas.]

[That just earns a small noise somewhere close to a scoff before he closes the connection. He'll be back once he's figured this mess out.]

[Don't do anything he wouldn't do, you crazy angel kids.]

[OKAY HE'S BACK]

This is something of an unusual experience.

.... Is that your only commentary?

I have a great deal of commentary, though I believe much of it should be in person.

[Rather than over this network he hasn't figured out how to make secure. Though if they can't meet up, then Enochian might work for a private conversation over the network.]

[He gives a nod.]

That'd be all fine and good, but you're... unfortunately kinda stuck there until the shuffle happens. Which will be a few days. I could pull up a private line?

[Sam would be down to practice his Enochian.]

[He frowns, a little, at the first part of that comment--he doesn't like being stuck--but then nods.]

Alright. That will do for now, then.

[Alright, sounds good with him. He's quick to switch over to privated.

And then, in a language that is certainly not english:]

How'd it go? Everything okay, for both of you?

[As usual when speaking his native language, Castiel speaks faster and his tone is a little more animated than it normally is.]

Well enough, yes. We spoke some about the differences in our current states, but little about what led to them.

[But considering their personalities, being secretive is little surprise. And they're getting along fine, which is the important part, right?]

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[Sam would like to say he's really good at speaking it, but he's a bit off. Clearly a foreigner in the way he pronounces things, but still smooth enough to carry through conversation. Angels have billions of years to work with their spoken tongue, after all.]

He said —

He said that I said 'yes' to Lucifer. In his timeline.

[And Sam feels... really fucking bad about that.]

The Apocalypse, it happened.

[He's more than good enough as far as Castiel's concerned; he just likes being able to talk in Enochian to someone other than a sibling.

Sam's words give him pause though, because that... That sort of explains some things, and then raises new questions as well. He's quiet several seconds, considering his response before he speaks again.]

There are many timelines, and many versions of the same world. It is little surprise that the Apocalypse would have occurred in at least one of them.

[He nods.]

I know... I know. It's just that... it's very hard to separate myself from that. I get that I'm just having a pity party in my head, and I know things would have been screwed either way. But to him, I'm a vessel for the devil now.

It's just unsettling, I guess. I feel... guilty.

[He's quiet a few moments again, frowning slightly; he isn't really surprised by Sam's words, but he's not sure the best way to reassure him.]

You can only be responsible for the choices you made, not the choices you could've made.

[Surely Sam knows this already, even if Castiel feels it's important to repeat.]

... Yeah. Yeah, I know. I do.

[He clears his throat.]

Sorry. Um.

... So...

Space.

[That pathetic attempt at a subject change actually earns a faint noise that Sam can probably recognize as a laugh by this point.]

Indeed.

Do you like it so far?

... Would it be —

[wait is there a word for this in Enochian?] shitty —

—of me to say I actually don't... mind it? It's been easier than Adstringendum, anyway. More readily available food, shelter, ways to keep more busy and materials to look into... Getting plans sorted to get out seems a little trickier, though.

[He gives a tiny smile at that; unfortunately Enochian is indeed too flowery for such words, and English--or whatever language they're speaking--is definitely better equipped.]

I don't mind it either. Having accomplished what I intended to do in our world, it is less pressing to find a way out.

[Especially with all the accommodations. It's kind of like a weird vacation, almost.]

Organizing plans will likely become easier the more we get to know those here. It is strange being the newcomer.

[Castiel is used to knowing pretty much everyone, and therefore finding it easy enough to take charge as he'd be able to in Adstringendum.]

Yeah? Strange is a word for it. But at least we're used to being kidnapped.

What time are you from, anyway? From... home, that is.

Far too used to it, yes.

The same time as I was last in Adstringendum; I just regained my grace.

[And Metatron escaped, but he's human so hopefully he'll just walk out into traffic or something while reading a book. It'd be a fitting end.]

I see. Then you pretty much got spit from one place to the other.

That... is really unfortunate.

[Or, in English: "That really blows."]

You, um... Want me to fill you in on anything, or would you rather wait until we can get out of here?

Not... Exactly.

[He appreciates the sympathy, but there's nothing to be upset about. It's just... Somewhat complicated to explain.]

I left Adstringendum and returned to our world, then altered the timeline entirely. I then traveled to Rei's world, where I remained until I arrived here.

[So whatever Sam is experiencing or experienced at home won't happen for Castiel. His own timeline is, for once in perhaps the entire history of their universe, calm.]

[............................ Oh.]

Then.... you're not the Cas from my world anymore.

That's — that's good, though. That you were able to change things there.

[He feels a little guilty. He had gone back home... and nothing was fixed.

Hell, he just made it infinitely worse.]

I'm not, any longer. But I am still the same myself that was with you in Adstringendum, and for everything that occurred before the last point I remember in our world.

[He wants that to still be clear.]

Yes. There are many individuals who now have the chances they should've had.

[Like many of his siblings, and including Sam and Dean themselves.]

Of course you are. You're Cas.

[You could be Godstiel or human or a stoner or Darth Vader for all he cares. You're still you, and he's glad to have you here.]

So... Dean and I... What are we actually up to now, back in your new timeline?

Nothing good, I'm sure.

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