Tha sin mar bhàs.

[hollystrike]

Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Planetside
When: Now-ish

[Amusement Park]

[So this is where she goes when she wants time to think, apparently.  The bunker is a place she won't enter; between the heavy aftermath of a mass death and the understandably stricken reactions of its visitors, the atmosphere is far too toxic.  But it doesn't mean she isn't grieving.  The deaths could not be helped and are god knows how far in the past, but the fact that these people have been forgotten - not acknowledged even by this automated town, let alone the rest of space - is something that sits very poorly.  She can't even change anything about the town to reflect its population's final days.

She's walking the rollercoaster tracks, very high up, thinking over the issue.  Don't ask how she got up that high.  And don't worry if you should be using the rollercoaster at the time; she can avoid you.  Might give you a bit of a scare, though, sorry.

Eventually, she puts a call through to Sam.]

[Outside of town]

[As far as she can go before she suspects (or hopes) she's outside the range of the city's replication science so her work isn't scrubbed.  She's not too far from the bunker; it would be pointless if she were too far away from it. 

She finds a rock face smooth enough, and between a thick blade and Kirito's lightsaber she carves a memorial.  Maybe nobody will ever see it, but if any other visitors come to this place, they should know what happened.  It's worth the extra headache.]

[And Broadcast]

I've decided to quit making dreamcatchers and move on to voodoo dolls instead.  It's more fun.  So if you'd like to take one before I end up throwing them all out, feel free.

[Just so you know.  Totally honest, as usual.  Less cheerful than normal.

If anyone wants her she'll be curled up in her office with Licorice on her lap.  She's so tired of these planets.]

Comments

[angelofthevored]

...it's complicated, [Cas says eventually, not really sure where to go with it. For the longest time whatever Heaven wanted from him was what suited him.] Why are you asking about Sam's illness? Is he unwell? [Aside from the whole refusing to sleep and eat thing he does with...irritating regularity]

[hollystrike]

No more than usual. [She can't really explain that he's a lot... more relaxed? That's not the right word, but... since she saw him in Adstring. But she knows he was from around the same time as Sam getting sick back then, so.]

I suppose I'm just marking how long it's been for you since I saw you last.

[angelofthevored]

Oh. The me who was here before. [Well whatever, that totally doesn't bother him or anything] A few years then. Probably a lot has happened.

[hollystrike]

[Well, you're different. Not so much, but a little softer and less pinched in the face.]

If you spend any amount of time with Sam, I imagine it has.

[angelofthevored]

Yeah...he and his brother do have a habit of making things exciting. [Occasionally awful.]

[hollystrike]

So I've noticed. You need to teach them to relax more.

[angelofthevored]

...I am not the best person for that. [UNDERSTATEMENT.]

[hollystrike]

Perhaps you should learn to be. I could help with that, if you like.

[angelofthevored]

Uh, no. ...thank you. .......for right now.

[hollystrike]

[COWARD.

...wise coward. She giggles.]

Well, if you ever change your mind.

[She doubts it, but now she's just poking fun a little.]

[angelofthevored]

[It...doesn't seem the right time for it, but like...he is really trying to figure out what she means, and like his regular company is Dean so like,] Are you...propositioning me?

[hollystrike]

Am I--

[She's sorry, Cas; the question makes her break into surprised but greatly amused giggles. PLEASE HOLD.]

[hollystrike]

[PFFT BUT NO]

You're meant to ask that question while I'm drinking for the most appropriate response. [Oh hells, she's trying to keep her face straight.] Yes. I am absolutely propositioning you.

[Dude she kinda meant like watching Princess Bride or something, NETFLIX AND NO CHILL]

[angelofthevored]

[L OOK, HIS BEST FRIEND IS SO FLIRTY,] Ah. Right. The, uh...spit-taker. [Yeah he's heard of that, ALSO AGAINST HIS WILL, whatever metatron can suck a dick.

But at least he can now look relieved alongside embarrassed, hands shoved deep into his trenchcoat pockets as he looks anywhere but at Katie.] I was just confused. I got the distinct impression that you disliked me.

[hollystrike]

You must think an awful lot of people dislike you, then. If I disliked you, you would probably have killed me by now.

[angelofthevored]

[Um as a general rule yeah he thinks he's pretty fairly disliked, mostly by people who actually know him] Not necessarily. [Finally sneaks a glance at Katie's face] Only if I couldn't incapacitate you.

[hollystrike]

[She likes he didn't ask why she said that. Cas has always been, uh... straightforward. But not stupid.]

I'll have to test that theory some day.

[No. No I won't.]

[angelofthevored]

[Is it the human part of her that makes her so quick to forgive? She hadn't seemed angry at first, but she had seem wounded and yet...here she is, giving him more than he deserves just from what she's seen of him.]

...I can see why Sam is so close with you.

[hollystrike]

[Cas there's a huge difference between dislike and mad at. If it weren't for the fact that her own mistakes were on the table here, the results may have been different.

As it is, she remembers having to save his life once. When he was human. Because of her mistakes. So.]

That's because we're members of the same club. You can't join, though. You're too straight.

[Look, it's the fact he thought she was propositioning him that makes her indulge in double meanings. It's fun.]

[angelofthevored]

[there is only a 5% difference and if you were an angel you would know that, obviou s l y]

I've been part of the Winchester club for longer than I should've been allowed. Unfortunately, I think at this point I'm not allowed to leave. [He's never gonna leave not even if they kick him out he'll just creep around in invisibility girl mode]

[hollystrike]

[Look being an angel would be dull af unless she got to hang out with Gabe okok you can keep your repressed squinty parties]

See, you have your club with Sam and I have mine. I suppose we can hold open club days or some such. You'll have to curl your hair, though.

[angelofthevored]

Agreed, [Cas says solemnly, though not exactly to the hair curling part. They aren't at odds in that they desire the same thing: the continued safety of Sam Winchester. Cooperation is ideal, but...not essential.

Yeah, that works for him.] I've distracted you long enough. [His gaze flicks over to the half-finished monument behind her.]

[hollystrike]

[Man, that means she can't put off her headache any longer. She waves him off.]

Welcome back, I suppose. I shall tell Sam I killed you in a fit of rage and shoved your body behind a washing machine somewhere.

[angelofthevored]

[Maybe he could help with that?? ...probably not, if it's a particularly strong curse. Sorry buddy]

Do what you must. [Must be exhausting having to do that. She seems used to it but still... Anyway bye]

[hollystrike]

[Centuries old race-wide curse. It's aight, she's used to it by now. Take care, angel.]