driftfleet | [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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I'm well aware.

I meant more how you knew one of us should be 'angel-y' to begin with.

[More suspiciousness. Castiel assumes this person may simple be from another world like Adstringendum where he might've met a version of him previously--he's been on the side of knowing someone who didn't know him before, although not the other way around--but he still wants an explanation, if so.]

Because I knew you back in another place. Plus, demon. It's hard to miss.

[Technically nothing here is a lie. ]

[That explains that. The whole demon comment is not exactly worrying--angels are more than matches for demons most of the time--and Castiel doesn't particularly care about species in general at this point, so as long as there's no active threat then he isn't bothered.]

That makes sense. How long did we know each other were you were last?

[He doesn't speak for a good, long time. ]

Bout three years.

[Oh. Castiel is not always the best with understanding or predicting the emotions of other people--even if he's far better than he was--but it's easy enough even for him to figure out that this person and some version of himself weren't just passing acquaintances.]

Were we friends?

[He's used to dealing with people he knew leaving and returning to Adstringendum without memories of him, and when they were friends it can be a bit difficult of an experience.]

[Crowley considers telling him everything, but doesn't. Too much time has past, and he has no intention of ripping open this old wound. The sharp ache is more than enough for him. ]

...Yeah. We were friends.

[It's said almost mechanically. Create distance.]

[He's quiet again, noticing the difference in tone but unable to accurately tell what it means. He's much better with expressions than voices, still.

But he knows that losing a friend of several years hurts, and it's even more awkward in a situation like this.]

I'm sorry.

[He doesn't know what else to say, but he does mean the sentiment.]

What is your name?

Yeah, well. Not your fault.

[That was the castle's doing. Being used as chess pieces once again. ]

Crowley.

Demon, but nothing like the one you know back where you come from.

[There's a brief pause at that, just because it's unexpected to hear the name.]

An interesting coincidence. Have you met the Crowley of my world, or simply know of him?

Just know of him. I know you and the Winchesters. His name cropped up a lot. He never showed up in Paradisa, though.

You are missing very little.

[That's about the nicest way he can talk about his world's Crowley. He gets along with the demon well enough in short doses if necessary, but that doesn't mean he isn't utterly insufferable most of the time if not actively making himself a threat.

But about the other part of that response--]

Paradisa is the name of the place you were at previously?

That's what I've gathered.

Hm. Magical castle. Was kind of a ball-ache to be perfectly honest.

Magical castle.

[Said in a flat tone of 'really', and yet he has no trouble believing such a thing.]

I was last in a friend's world, but before that I spent several years in an exceptionally dilapidated pocket dimension.

You say it like that but you're currently floating about in a spaceship so.

...Huh. That sounds pretty pointless.

I was aware of spaceships before. Magical castles are somewhat unusual even in my experience.

It was exceedingly pointless, yes. However, it did eventually end up resulting in a good outcome.

[So it was worth it, finally.]

Sometimes, the magical castle turned into a spaceship. To make it weirder.

...Suppose that's something.

...That is very strange. How did that occur?

It is.

It was just something the castle could do. It could turn itself into anything it wanted. Magic, I guess.

[Magic is a reasonable explanation, though Castiel would prefer to figure out exactly how said magic works. But even he realizes that's probably not going to be possible and even if it were it's not a priority, so he'll just let it go for now.]

I suppose.

I found questioning too much was just asking for a headache.

[Playing the avoidy game forever. ]