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[tryingitall]

I'm bored, dear people of Kore, and I find I don't recognize half of you anymore. Someone play a game with me.

I spy with my little eye...? [There's a long, reflective pause, because what he spies is pretty much just, you know, empty corridor. Damn.]

Failing that, I suppose I could set up a scavenger hunt. First one to bring me the whole list gets breakfast in bed for a week. Any takers? It'll be fun!

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[ video ]

[noblexcompanion]

Does the breakfast in bed include dessert?

[tryingitall]

For you, darling, absolutely. Dessert of your choice.

[He's hoping that was innuendo. Was it innuendo?]

[noblexcompanion]

[ It was a very poor attempt at innuendo, yes. ]

How about... angel delight?

[ Is that better? Should she just stop? ]

[tryingitall]

Does that involve whipped cream and cherries? You know, you don't actually have to win the scavenger hunt for that. [She doesn't have to stop. She's cheering him up!]

[noblexcompanion]

I don't need to win? Isn't that a little bit like cheating? We're such rebels.

Alright. How about you bring the angel and I bring the whipped cream?

[ Cheering him is one of her favourite hobbies... Apart from the part where he has to be down in order to be cheered up! ]

[tryingitall]

Oh, Donna. You don't know the half of it. [Probably he shouldn't say that over the network, in case other angels are listening. But he laughs anyway.]

Sounds like a plan. Tomorrow morning? What did you want for breakfast?

[video]

[angelofhope]

And here I thought you were going to suggest Go Fish.

[Remiel's in the library, poring over a volume of world history. Someone's world history. It's not his Earth. He smiles brightly at the phone.]

[tryingitall]

The only card game I like is strip poker.

[Not strictly true, but it's definitely his favorite. He smiles at Remiel. The fact that no disasters have befallen them lately is reassuring, even if Balthazar is still waiting for the other shoe to drop.]

But I'm open to counteroffers. What are you reading?

[angelofhope]

[He laughs quietly. Somehow, he's not surprised.]

Not even gin rummy?

[Remiel doesn't play too cards that often, but when he'd first come to Earth they'd been one of the most popular forms of socializing. Especially in gatherings. He glances down at his book.]

Oh, I found a history book. Thought I'd see if it would illuminate anything, but I'm guessing it doesn't come from this place. So far there aren't any mentions of technology that can pierce universes. [Although, hey, maybe it's a secret. But for that to be it, the rest of the technology would have to match up somehow...] Interesting, though, to see the little differences.

[tryingitall]

Hmmm...not one I've played much, but I'd be open to learning. It sounds tasty, anyway.

[Balthazar tends to be more of a watcher than a gambler, himself, but he's always up to trying something new.]

The consensus I've heard thus far says more 'magic' and less with the 'technology'. But then there are those who hold there's almost no difference between the two. Are you anxious to get home?

[angelofhope]

We'd need at least one other player. But maybe more people will get bored soon, too. [Maybe there can be some sort of game night! He'd be all too happy about something like that. Remiel glances at his history book, thinking.] You know, I haven't seen a single mention of magic. So I guess this book's definitely out.

[It was one of the differences he'd noticed. Magic back home evades most people, but there are plenty who know of it.]

The consensus seems to be that we go back in the moment we leave, so... [The archangel shrugs, though Balthazar can't see it. There's a soft rustling noise, because he's not bothering to hide his wings. They might give someone a heart attack, or they might not, but he's tired of hiding them away; they always feel a bit sore.] I guess not. Talking to everyone here is fun, and if I don't have to worry about my garden back home getting dry then I'm happy to stay. Plus, I don't have to relay any visions. That's pretty nice.

[toldinthebook]

Not really sure that games are the right thing.

[tryingitall]

I've given up on the right thing, I'm afraid. But what would you suggest, out of curiosity.

[toldinthebook]

Someone was talking about a plan to get out here. It might seem hopeless but I'm not done trying yet.

[tryingitall]

Not all of us have things to go back to, love. Just don't destroy the place on your way out, hm?

[toldinthebook]

What do you mean?

[notaghost]

Not sure that eye spy's the best thing here. Not really that much to look at.

[tryingitall]

Yes, I was thinking that. I do think a scavenger hunt could be fun, though. There could be a list like: a copy of that old flyer with the dirty rumors on it, maybe a lab coat or something that might have belonged to our captors, and...I don't know, a personal article of clothing from either Winchester...

[notaghost]

I think I'm out on that one. Haven't really been here long.

[tryingitall]

No? I know we haven't met yet. I'm Balthazar, and I'm open to better game suggestions...

[He puts on a smile that is clearly a prelude to flirtation.]

[cinereoargenteus]

'N what sorta somethings would be on the list? [Consider him interested. At least it's something to do in this tedious place.]

[tryingitall]

[That depends on how much trouble Balthazar wants to cause, and he has to consider a moment. He likes the idea of setting people to stealing Sam and Dean's socks, though, so that's definitely a go.]

Nothing that would make you risk life and limb. [Much.] I thought some creativity might be involved. Some simple fetching of things, and some making things, out of whatever materials you can find around.

[cinereoargenteus]

I will do it. A chance to use my brain is a good thing. Keeps it from getting fuzzy.

[He tilted his head.]

What is the first something?

[tryingitall]

[Oh. Well. Given that Garrett is the only participant thus far, it seems unfair to go too far with his demands. But Balthazar's never been one to play completely fair, either.]

All right. Let's go with...a self-portrait, made out of anything you can find in the kitchen. Since no one else is playing, I'll make an attempt at one, as well.

[cinereoargenteus]

Challenge accepted, good sir!

[He bounces along the corridor as he heads over to the kitchen, jarring the video feed in a nauseating fashion.]

Hmmmm, wonder what could make an ash color...