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backdated to 12/09 | text un: mason

[ingestion]

you are invited to (1) cool party at the maximum on 12/13
from 7pm-???
pet rock contest, best decorated rock wins a prize
party games, drinks, sleepover, and a SNES!

rsvp with heather mason

ps: if you cannot come, donations for the cause are happily accepted

prayer;

[banworthy]

[ With his hands clasped together, he sits at his table. The porn meant for Dean has been gift-wrapped and the vial that he's promised rests next to it. He stares at both - wondering about the investment and pricing that he's giving away. However, it's dangerous to hold onto high-valued stock for too long, as well. ]

Oh, Castiel. Remember all the good I am doing for you and come. [ He doesn't want to leave his home and doesn't want to keep holding onto what he acquired for Dean, either. ] Your waiting is over. I got everything I promised I would.

[messenger]

[ oh, it still feels odd to be prayed to when the airwaves are so quiet. even human-produced transmissions (of which he can pick up on and listen to, yes) are incredibly limited in etraya's bubble. there's not much in the way of radio or tv, no stations, and obviously no angels.

vincent's voice bursts through the quiet in a rather contemplative moment. castiel had been out on the roof, staring up at the overcast sky.

but there's no delay. he arrives in a flurry of wingbeats. ]

Father Vincent.

[banworthy]

Never stops being fascinating. [ What he says at first. ] Welcome to my home. It could look better, but I was sick while I was moving in.

[ It is all that he can really say about the state of things in the citadel. But whatever - he gestures to the surface of the table. ]

The vial is what I promised you initially and the wrapped present is for Dean. [ Leaning back in the chair, he rests on the back legs as he looks up at Castiel. ] You can tell him that it's a late Christmas present... even though he was already aware that you were getting this for him... I'd like to think he'd appreciate it, all the same.

[messenger]

It's all right.

[ he's visited far worse hovels than this.

but all that is immediately forgotten in the presence of what vincent promised him. he steps forward and carefully picks up the vial, expression intense with both fear and longing. ]

Is the effect triggered by ingestion?

[ or is skin contact just as effective? he peers at it for a few seconds longer before he opens his coat and tucks it inside. in fact, the pocket he slides it into seems to be empty before he closes the coat, so it must go somewhere else. dean's video tape, too, though he picks that up to inspect the wrapping a moment before he similarly tucks it away. ]

I'm sure he will. Thank you.

gift;

[venatoris]

[ Cas' Christmas gift is gonna be a cute knitted hat, because Dean's got too much time on his hands and has taught himself to knit. Not the most manly thing, but it at least keeps his hands busy.

There's also a bottle of good liquor from the store, and a nice watch. ]

text; un - nightmoves

[venatoris]

what’re you doing

[messenger]

kettling

[ this isn't illuminating in the slightest.

the elaboration comes a few minutes later. ]

The helper bots are building a railway
And I found a strange message nearby the barrier

[venatoris]

[ uh ]

what?

text | un: hank

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

how do you feel about dogs

[Hank might need a favor, and he doesn’t know who else to ask.]

[messenger]

I enjoy their company

[ he likes most animals, really. has this come out of nowhere? no, surely this is a perfectly normal human interaction. ]

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

[You know what? That’s good enough for Hank.]

Could I maybe ask a favor

I might not be able to get my dog breakfast in the morning

[Or... lunch?]

Could you. Y’know. Swing by and check his bowl? His food bag’s in the cabinet right next to his bowl in the kitchen

(while in etraya while mission going on) prayer time; 1/?

[banworthy]

Castiel -- how are things going on the train?

[banworthy]

Are you being serious right now? You can't hear me?

[banworthy]

I guess that makes sense. I heard people were trying to get in touch with Aurora -- did you know? I don't think I've ever tried to talk to her.

Know why?

Because it's sad to be the voice of an unknowable God that loves as Echo loves.

[banworthy]

'ch.

I was sure that would get you.

few days pass;

[banworthy]

Anyway, I don't care anymore what happened on the train.

Please don't tell me about it when you return. It's listening to a story that holds no meaning to me. Rather than the details, just let me know if you were successful.

In these sort of situations, the end result is all that matters.

[banworthy]

I forgot you don't have your angelic abilities.

This really has been worthless, hasn't it?

[banworthy]

I wonder where these are even going -- to the vast void? Maybe Aurora?

[banworthy]

Maybe I should say I'm sorry for what I said about her, but it remains true...

So, I guess I won't.

[banworthy]

I hope you eventually enjoyed being human, Castiel.

Mortal life changes a person, I think.

It lets you appreciate what it is you have and so on-and-so forth.

/end

[banworthy]

Well, hope you didn't die.

I'm not sure where the balance of debt and repaid is between us, but I feel like I'm still owed something, don't you feel that way?

text | un: finch

[ornithologist]

Castiel, I'd like to ask you for a favor of some magnitude if you're amenable.

[messenger]

What is it?

[ornithologist]

You've been to the 100th subbasement level of the hospital, correct?