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[thursdays_angel]

There is a man in a trench coat, sitting at a table near the middle of the bar.

Not eating. Not drinking. Not reading. Not working. Just watching the world go by.

The view isn't as good from here, but the waitrats have gotten impatient with him for standing in the middle of the heavy traffic areas.

[Tiny Tag: Castiel]

[Mun has brainspace for about 4 or 5 threads.]

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[creator_raven]

There is a man in a ragged black coat sitting at that same table.

Well. He will be sitting there as soon as he finishes falling from the rafters.

thump

There we go. At least he is not currently wearing feathers?

And Castiel is not bedecked in pink glitter?

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel is oddly calm about a strange man dropping from the ceiling to sit at his table.

It's hard to surprise a being who has been around for floods and plagues and burning bushes.

He's a hard non-person to weird out.

"Hello," he says politely.

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a face.

And flicks a cookie at him.

"You are so much for sitting still, perhaps?"

[thursdays_angel]

"The waitrats said that I was in the way standing," Castiel explains.

There may or may not have been an incident with a soup tureen.

Which Castiel is quite sorry for. He did not mean to cause an accident.

He picks up the cookie, examining it curiously.

[creator_raven]

"Cookies, I think, are mostly for eating."

He is a helpful bird.

And to illustrate this he will shove a cookie into Castiel's mouth.

Helpfully.

Or at least he will try.

"Also the rafters are not so bad. For being out of the way."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel pulls backward from the cookie.

"I can feed myself," he says pointedly.

He hasn't been housed in a vessel in a while, but he does remember how to eat.

Castiel looks upward at the ceiling of the bar.

"I have not been in the rafters," he says, contemplating.

He would be able to see a great deal from up there. Almost the entire bar.

[noteful]

He gets a small smile from the girl who is still on crutches.

"Good evening."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel looks up at the greeting and smiles his small smile.

"Meg. Hello."

"And thank you," he adds.

[noteful]

"You're welcome.

"Bar delivered them, then, I assume?"

She can't think of anything else he'd be thanking her for.

[thursdays_angel]

In response, Castiel reaches into and inner pocket of his coat, and takes out his notebook and pen.

He looks quite at home with them in his hands.

"The pen is very intricate," he says.

He can resist tilting it to watch the floating horsemen ride past the mountains.

[noteful]

"I never thought of it in those terms, but I guess it is," Meg says.

"I'm . . . I hope you like it."

[thursdays_angel]

"I do. Very much. Ingress liked it as well."

"I have been writing about what I see."

The notebook has become something of a combination of a catch-all of lists and notes and a journal.

Written in over a dozen different alphabets.

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

Arnold spots him while wandering in search of a table to write valentine cards at.

"Hi, Mr. Castiel!"

Long time no see.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel looks down at the boy--one of the first people he met in this place--and smiles.

"Hello, Arnold."

He tilt his head curiously at the cards in the boys hands.

"What do you have?"

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

"Valentine's Day cards," he says, handing Castiel a blank one off the top of his stack to examine. It's red and has hearts on the outside.

"There's one for everybody in my class, and my teacher."

[thursdays_angel]

"It is colorful."

So many human creations are. Even simple ones like these. Humans like color, as a rule.

He hands the card back to Arnold.

"Your friends and your teacher will be pleased."

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

"I hope so! Figuring out what to write is hard."

[stilljustandrew]

A very small part of the world is going by at the moment, personified in a young man with two books held awkwardly under his arm and a third in his hands. He's riffling through the pages as he walks, and consequently isn't quite looking where he's going.

Silly, silly Andrew. You're an accident waiting to happen.

[thursdays_angel]

"You are going to trip," Castiel says helpfully.

A few weeks ago, he might not have been inclined to speak up. Not out of malice, but because it would not have occurred to him that he could.

That's what comes of two thousand years of not being allowed to intervene in human affairs.

But that rule does not apply here. And Meg and her cast have served to remind Castiel of the fragility of human bodies.

And the young man is on a direct course with an errant chair.

[stilljustandrew]

"Huh?" He looks up from the book, and pulls to an abrupt halt before he walks into the chair.

"...Oh. Thanks."

[thursdays_angel]

"You are welcome," Castiel replies formally.

"It would be unfortunate if you broke your leg."

Meg had broken her leg. It's Castiel's frame of reference at this point.

[stilljustandrew]

"...Yeah." It takes him a second to be sure that's not an awkwardly delivered threat of some kind.

"I actually did break my leg once, and it was all kinds of not-fun."

[has-far-to-go.livejournal.com]

"...Is there something worth watching?" the sandy haired (sort of)boy asks, looking from Castiel to Castiel's line of sight and back again.

[OOC: Can totally go slowtime instantly, just thought it might be fun to do a thread and character can only tag on Thursdays.]

[thursdays_angel]

"Everything is worth watching," Castiel replies, not taking his eyes off the bar.

His eyes are moving around the bar, picking out point of interest after point of interest.

[OOC: :) I'm going out of town this weeknd, so it's likely to be very slow. Or we can try to catch each other at another time if you like!]

[has-far-to-go.livejournal.com]

"Everything?" Mashiro asks questioningly. "What about grass growing?"

[OOC: Eh, Epic slowtime of epicness is fine with me.]