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Castiel ([personal profile] ofthursday) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-01-20 11:37 pm

[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.]
flickerflash: (do you promise?)

[personal profile] flickerflash 2016-02-25 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucifer's a jerk like that.]

Are you sure about that?
flickerflash: (I swallowed a bug)

[personal profile] flickerflash 2016-02-26 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
All of it!

[Well no, she had a specific part in mind, but Katie.]
flickerflash: (smug smile)

[personal profile] flickerflash 2016-02-27 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Well, as long as you're relatively certain. I suppose we shall manage until we find out that it's dire after all.