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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So I am hearing. Multiple are actually from the last dimension I found myself in unexpectedly.
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It is good you are familiar with some of them. It may make this easier.
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Indeed. Do you have anyone you know here as well?
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Yes and no. I didn't remember that I knew them.
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Which ship are you on?
[And that second part of the response gives him pause a moment, as he considers what and how much to say in return.]
Why could you not remember them?
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[ The second text that comes through takes a bit more time than the first. ]
My memories were taken from me. Any time I started to remember.
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I'm sorry. That is not a pleasant experience.
Is the one--or those--responsible for doing so here as well?
[For a time in the last place Castiel had been in the one responsible for messing with his memories had also been present, which had been... Nerve-wracking, at best.]
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[ Hydra existing anywhere is already bad news, but in a place like this? They could do some serious damage. ]
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[Likewise, if Naomi were here it would be a bad thing. But she isn't, and hopefully neither she nor whoever this person has had to deal with will ever arrive.]
What is your name? Or what do you call yourself?
[Since who knows if he actually knows his name with the memory loss thing. Castiel had lost his own memory entirely once--because of issues entirely unrelated to the other ones--and so went by a different name for a time.]
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[ He's not going to explain to a stranger, but he doesn't need to know at this point. When the edge goes away, certainly. ]
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