002 | 2014!Castiel | [video / action] | Day 68

[perfectantidote]

 [For the past week, Cas has been holed up in the attic of House 16. As it turns ou, being sucked dry - heh - by an incubus takes quite a lot out of you. Fun as it may have been at the time, that particular part isn't something he's all too hot on repeating. On the upside the near-deah-experience of tumbling with a creature feeding on sexual energy has pretty much answered any and all questions he may have had in regards to asphyxiation with a big fat 'yeah, I don't think so'. 

Right now, he's hanging out in the gazebo. Yeah, the very place the other Castiel, the real Castiel, is so very fond of, because Cas here is nothing if not a fan of self-flaggelation and bittersweet irony. Plus, of course, the pretty structure is made more interesting by the memory of dry-humping beneath it. 

Good times. 

Cas scrunches up his face, thoughts tumbling away from him like water droplets sliding down a window. At least the stuffy cotton kind of feeling is gone from his mind, which leaves him debating the little orange bottle in his pocket. Gotta stretch it out though, it's not gonna last forever. 

Damn. 

Sitting lotus-style, he presses buttons until the video feed clicks on. Yeah, he's still not all that hot on anything that's more technical than a gun, truth be told.]

So my dear, fellow... uh... residents of this lovely little... [He looks around, fishing for words] ... speck of dust somewhere within or without the universe. Not very spiriual, this place, isn't it. What exactly is it that you people... do, all day long, whenever you don't transform into, you know, illustrous monsters and creatures. [Good times, indeed.] As much as all he tension in my place of residence is amusing to watch, downtime can be spent in a number of ways much more, uh... enlightening and relaxing, but I digress. I'm thinking of... well, cleaning my gun, and since I'm actually not attempting to be terribly clever with puns just this once, this means I'll be wildly bored. Come on, humor me a little. [He grins, but his eyes dart away from the camera.] And the, uh, first person who asks why the trench coat is missing gets my thanks for volunteering as a practice target oh so kindly. 

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video:

[charring]

Your trench coat is missing?

Also, there's really not a lot to do here, to be honest.

(as this is so ridic late, feel free to ignore or backtag <3 )

[perfectantidote]

Now, doesn't that sound... mind-numbing.

[Castiel quirks a grin, one eyebrow cocked. Yeah, he's not too happy hearing that.]

Upon my arrival, many of the lovely residents here were, uh... mildy confused by its absence, given that I seem to hail from a timeline that never was... there are two of me in this place, one still bearing the clothes of ye olden days. Sentimental, tangled timeline fun.

Re: (I see no late tag just the opportunity for greatness and amazing cr )

[charring]

Now, that sounds like a confusing pain in the ass.

What's the other you like so I can tell the difference?

(you're awesome <3 )

[perfectantidote]

Well, the trench coat is something of a dead giveaway. Blue tie, frowny face. Uh... now that you mention asses, he's got a stick up his, on not remotely of the fun kind. [Cas shrugs, and laughs.] He's also pretty damn powerful.

video;

[enchangement]

[ River is working in the hydroponics setup in the attic, so Castiel gets an excellent view of hands in dirt, small plants reaching towards the light. ] What do people do, trapped in a cage they never asked to be in?

Live. Mourn. Eat, drink, imbibe. Suffer. Laugh. Cry. Search. Organize. Plot. Build.

What all souls do.

How good of a shot? Eyes opened or closed? Fists opened or closed? Steady eyes, steady hands, steady minds? Are you easier to know than the other, your trench coat wearing former self, breaking all laws and rules of continuity.

[ People talked when he came and River listened. Why not? ]

You spoke like Book after the pages turned to ash in your hands. That won't happen to him. It happened to you? The icons rusted and hollowed no longer hallowed.

What do you want to do?

(as this is so ridic late, feel free to ignore or backtag <3 )

[perfectantidote]

[Blow his brains out, preferrably with alcohol and drugs, but through any other means available, too. Hey, at least this girl's mildly more interesting than the other folks here, and that includes his dear family he'd much rather avoid at this point, thank you very much.

Cas leans back and closes his eyes with a lazy grin.]

Now, imbibe sounds about right, depending on the substance. I'm a lousy shot when sober, but pretty damn good otherwise.

[His hands shake, otherwise. Used to be a time he could have shot with his eyes closed. Used to be a time when he could have stretched his wings and... well, no, not going there.]

Continuity's pretty damn broken, I guess, with me here. What can I say, it's uh... just how I roll.

(nevar!)

[enchangement]

[ River tilts her head at this, though her hands (and the angle of the camera) remain on the plants.

Depending on the substance implies variety, and it doesn't take much for River to hazard a guess. ]

Only fermentation present at the moment. How long does it take an isolated nation to consume all the alcohol in one bar? [ Her tone makes it clear she has no idea and probably isn't that worried about it. ]

Are you happy to roll?

( <3 )

[perfectantidote]

[Oh, variety's the right keyword here, and Cas is smart enough that locked up in this place, that's gonna be his downfall pretty damn quick.

Yeah, life's got a way of treating him really well.

At her first question, he merely chuckles in honest amusement - not long enough is the answer - but the second one makes his smile spread, become hollow with bitterness. He'd much rather fly.]

Better than a standstill, isn't it?

[ action ]

[foundacause]

[ Okay, so maybe Meg should be at home recovering from her run in with Crowley. The problem with demons hurting other demons is they know how to reach deep beyond the meatsuit to the true form beneath. Even after Feathers had patched her up she was still in a bad way.

Still, she's better than she was and laying about in bed or on the sofa all day is hardly her idea of a good time. Not unless she can get the boys to wait on her hand and foot, and somehow she can't see that happening.

If she ever makes it as Queen of Hell, she is going to lounge on her throne all day and get lackeys to do all the hard work. At least until she gets bored.

She heads out to the gazebo - the gazebo that she and Dean rebuilt - which apparently was come kind of symbolic representation of their relationship - or something. Whatever.

She shoots him a smirk. ] Why's the trench coat missing?

(as this is so ridic late, feel free to ignore or backtag <3 )

[perfectantidote]

Now, this is a terrible dilemma.

[Cas grins at her, somewhat lopsided and lazy. It's good to see Meg out and about, especially since that should somewhat thin the sexual tension in the air at home a little. Not that he minds it, it's amusing most of the time. But really, he'd appreciate some more actual sex and less 'woe is me' unresolved tip-toeing.

Sometimes he thinks he should just knock out some walls, lay some pillows on the ground, get naked and lock the doors, show them that orgies are, indeed, the answer to everything.

Something tells him he wouldn't survive the attempt, though it would be quite the way to go.]

I'm, uh, basically obliged to shoot you know, but why ruin a perfectly good face even... temporarily?

[foundacause]

It is a lovely face, isn't it? I picked well. And these curves? So much more comfortable than wearing the Moose or the pretty little blonde thing from Andover.

[ Meg would have absolutely zero complaints over turning their living room into a den of orgies and alcohol. In fact, it sounds pretty damn good. Maybe having Cas around will encourage Castiel to lose the stick up his ass.

... Then again, if even being an incubus can't awaken that hunger in Castiel, probably nothing can. It's such a shame. ]

I see the boredom hasn't driven you to suicide just yet.

[burnburnburn]

[He's curious about what a gun might be, since he's heard them mentioned before. First, though]

Are you saying you're not one of the people with magic powers?

(as this is so ridic late, feel free to ignore or backtag <3 )

[perfectantidote]

[Oh, cute. Yeah, magic powers would be great right about now, but alas.]

Not anymore, nah. Magic powers are, uh, so 2009.

[Video]

[tryingitall]

There's always the bar.

[Balthazar still isn't completely sure what to make of this alternate Castiel. The way he talks makes it sound like his thoughts are so tired and sluggish the words skitter away before he's got a hold of them. It's almost painful to watch.

Still, it's his brother. In one form or another.]

Mind you, drinking all day gets old fairly quickly, as well. There's also a library. You could try hunting or fishing.

...Or sew yourself a new trenchcoat. [He couldn't resist.]

(as this is so ridic late, feel free to ignore or backtag <3 )

[perfectantidote]

Now, don't tempt me to shoot you, Balthazar.

[Cas huffs a laugh, more bitter than anything. Like it'd do the angel much damage, really. Only one out of the angel club who can be hurt by bullets would be himself. Isn't he oh so special.]

Drinking all day doesn't sound that bad, though.

[He might check out the library, but no one has to know that. He's battle-hardened, okay, and has nothing in common with the old, smart Castiel. Nah. Sad thing is that hunting or fishing would likely be a good idea because unlike the rest of his family, he also has to eat - and all the nasty things that come with that pastime, oh joy. But the sad truth is that he'd likely manage to drown or trip and screw everything up.

What can he say? He's not exactly stable on his feet most of these days, unless there's imminent danger or someone breathing down his neck.]

perhaps a short chat at least?

[tryingitall]

You wouldn't do that. [He smiles, but he's not entirely sure about that assessment. Apparently Castiels are capable of all sorts of things he wouldn't have expected.]

I agree there are worse things than drinking the day away, but there are better things, too. [Did he really just say that? Maybe the place is changing his outlook. Scary thought.]

voice;

[hexappeal]

Why aren't you wearing a trenchcoat? It only makes a guy more attractive. [Focusing on the important part here, magic users and their crappy trenchcoats. There's enough of them to form a brigade...]

When you find something interesting to do, let me know.

(as this is so ridic late, feel free to ignore or backtag <3 )

[perfectantidote]

I would raise you one and argue that I, uh, look better in nothing at all than with a trench coat.

[He grins, but he's only half-serious. Come on, he's not that creepy, or at least so he likes to think.]

You haven't been successful either, then? Well, this place must not be very entertaining.

i backtag forever.

[hexappeal]

Oh, smooth. I can't say I wasn't hoping for that response.

["Creepy," is just one of her many turn-ons. Perhaps unfortunately.]

I suppose the definition of "interesting" would be very specific in this case. I can do things that are interesting and perhaps useful, but their entertainment value is low. Sort of like doing household chores instead of going out dancing or something like that.

Have you been here long?

[Action]

[servingmichael]

[ Well. Now is as good a time as any to pop in. ]

Well, so you can walk a short distance without passing out now. Good to know.

(as this is so ridic late, feel free to ignore or backtag <3 )

[perfectantidote]

[He'd jump if he wasn't so chilled out right now, truth be told. So that's what the whole unexpectedly fluttering in thing feels like from the other side. Interesting. Painfully familiar, even if he's on the receiving end of it. Cas grins up at Raphael, all empty and hopeless and hapless.]

And you're not a cherub anymore. And here I was getting used to you being all, uh, cute.

Backtag forever <3

[servingmichael]

[ He wouldn't have chosen this for any of his siblings, so he's not trying to be cruel. Still, the smile bothers him. ]

The glitter was annoying. As was being able to keep an eye on the others.

[ He'd been very worried about the suddenly human siblings, but Balthazar and Castiel had been a problem too. ]

[blackmagus]

That depends on what you qualify as spiritual, poppet. To some, complete desolation is spiritual. [Fortescue offers Cas a shrug. She's smirking, because "cleaning your gun" is a new slang term to her. It's certainly amusing.] I've been collecting objects for a friend, drinking, and memorizing the layout of this place. Not very exciting, if I'm to be honest, but it beats sitting around doing nothing.

(as this is so ridic late, feel free to ignore or backtag <3 )

[perfectantidote]

[Eh, he's lived through desolation. He could do without, truth be told, although it did have the disadvantage of, uh... moving people closer together, so to speak. There's a certain vulnerable openness in impending doom.]

Maybe you should give me a tour, then. I, uh, do find myself getting oh so very lost.

[Mainly because the less he has to do, the more heavy the bottle of pills weights in his pocket.]

[blackmagus]

[She raises a playful eyebrow.]

I can, if that's what you'd like, not that there's much to see.