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[ofthursday]

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.]

Comments

[ofthursday]

I am. I have been for some time, at least from that injury.

[He's generally at full strength--aside from the wings issue--right now, which is a nice change from how things usually are.]

[flickerflash]

Well, good. I hope the monster that hurt you paid for it.

[She'd threaten it on his behalf, but even Katie knows more powerful than an angel is probably not something she wants to tangle with.]

[ofthursday]

Thank you. He did.

Dean caused him to explode.

[Into a lot of goo. The aftereffects of that had been a bit of an issue, but still more than worth it for that.]

[flickerflash]

Dean exploded someone? Did he use dynamite?

[DEAN YOU DID SOMETHING SHE APPROVES OF. God knows nothing else she's seen of you is good.]

[ofthursday]

No, it was a magical weapon made of the femur of a saint.

[That surely explains absolutely everything.]

[flickerflash]

[She gets the idea. Kind of. Even if she isn't actually sure what a femur is, of all things.]

It sounds like a wand of exploding things! I'm glad it worked.

[ofthursday]

[He gives a small breath of laughter.]

It was, essentially. So I am; that particular creature was unpleasant.

[Even Crowley didn't like him, which says a lot. Crowley can get along with anyone, weirdly enough.]

[flickerflash]

[Except Lucifer. Katie's pretty sure of that one.]

So are you gonna do another ritual and send us all home from here, too?

[ofthursday]

[Well, yes. Lucifer's just not that easy to get along with.]

Hypothetically, I could attempt it. But it may take a very long time to properly adjust it to this world as well as gather the power necessary to perform it, and the situation here seems far less dire than in Adstringendum.

[flickerflash]

[Lucifer's a jerk like that.]

Are you sure about that?

[ofthursday]

[He really is.]

About which part?

[flickerflash]

All of it!

[Well no, she had a specific part in mind, but Katie.]

[ofthursday]

[Sigh. At least he has the same answer either way.]

I am relatively certain, yes. About all of it.

[flickerflash]

Well, as long as you're relatively certain. I suppose we shall manage until we find out that it's dire after all.

[ofthursday]

Indeed. Should it turn out to be, I will begin work.

[But the ritual is difficult and dangerous, so he'd like to wait until it's necessary.]