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milliways_bar2010-03-22 08:55 pm
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[OOM: In the year 2013, Castiel gets by with a little help from his friends.]
A not-quite-man on crutches clumsily makes his way into the bar.
He may be familiar to you. From this side of the door, he hasn’t been away for very long.
Everything about him speaks of an existence that has grown shabby and threadbare. His jeans and button-down shirt are worn and frayed. He seems to be wearing an old ski boot in lieu of a cast. The crutches have seen better days; one of them sports a small pink Hello Kitty backpack, held on by a quantity of grey duct tape. His hair is unkempt and he is sporting about three days worth of stubble.
And yet Milliways, as far as Castiel can tell, hasn’t changed at all.
He had been thinking about it, for the first time in a long time, sitting in his cabin at Camp Chitaqua. And now, just like he has conjured it, here it is.
There’s really only one thing to do.
Castiel starts to laugh. Hard. And he shows no signs of stopping.
[OOC: You are all beyond awesome, but I must beg slowtime. As a favor, no new tag-ins? The cup runneth over. I'll catch tags tomorrow.]
A not-quite-man on crutches clumsily makes his way into the bar.
He may be familiar to you. From this side of the door, he hasn’t been away for very long.
Everything about him speaks of an existence that has grown shabby and threadbare. His jeans and button-down shirt are worn and frayed. He seems to be wearing an old ski boot in lieu of a cast. The crutches have seen better days; one of them sports a small pink Hello Kitty backpack, held on by a quantity of grey duct tape. His hair is unkempt and he is sporting about three days worth of stubble.
And yet Milliways, as far as Castiel can tell, hasn’t changed at all.
He had been thinking about it, for the first time in a long time, sitting in his cabin at Camp Chitaqua. And now, just like he has conjured it, here it is.
There’s really only one thing to do.
Castiel starts to laugh. Hard. And he shows no signs of stopping.
[OOC: You are all beyond awesome, but I must beg slowtime. As a favor, no new tag-ins? The cup runneth over. I'll catch tags tomorrow.]
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"The anti-anxiety pills are a lot more helpful for missions."
See? He has a system.
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X is full of scorn.
"They will dull your reflexes."
Beat.
"And you said they are slow already."
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"X. Are you concerned about me?"
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She is entirely earnest.
"You are my friend."
And he is --
She is not sure he is okay.
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And (in spite of his awkward perch) does the only reasonable thing in response.
He leans over and gives X a kiss on lips.
Just a friendly one.
No tongue.
It has been pointed out to Castiel, by a number of people on a number of occasions, that he might be borderline suicidal.
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Mostly because she is -- startled is too mild a word for it.
Shocked.
Frozen.
Confused.
Maybe Castiel really is a pod person.
One hand comes up to her mouth, and she stares at him for a long, long moment.
Then, very carefully, she reaches out to pat his shoulder.
Once.
"Maybe you should lie down."
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Castiel makes a move to pat X's knee, but seems to think better of it. Even he is only going to push his luck so far.
"As delightful as that sounds, I've been told not to exert myself too much for the next few days."
He chuckles.
"But I am touched, X. Truly."
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Beat.
"It is better if I do not hurt you."
The question of whether or not she meant that either way it sounds is --
A question for the ages.
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But it wouldn't be very nice.
"I'd appreciate that. And I'm sure our camp medic would, too."
"Jordan gets upset when people come in beaten up."
In a professional sort of way, of course.
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"But stabbed is okay."
This time the expression on her face might almost be mistaken for a smile.
Almost.
Castiel is still confusing, but at least talking about this is less awkward.
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Castiel grins. He sees that look on her face.
"And you should do that more often," he adds.
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Whether she is talking about the stabbing or the smile that isn't quite --
Does anyone really care?
(At least she did not ask 'do what?')
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Understanding.
"The rare, small smile. Lends an air of mystery."
"Like the Mona Lisa."
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Fractionally.
Then --
"That is not why."
Beat.
"You know."
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"Yeah. I know."
Still, the effect is the same.
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She is a little less wary this time.
"Good."
Some things, at least, haven't changed.
At least from X's perspective.