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[thursdays_angel]

[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.]

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[noteful]

Meg looks up.

That was unexpected.

And kind of . . . disturbing.

"Castiel?"

(The Are you all right?? is implied.)

[cutting_edgex23]

X's approach is quick, very quick -- even if she remains silent.

"Castiel. You are o -- "

She pauses, nostrils flaring as she sniffs the air.

"You are on drugs."

It is not exactly her intent to sound accusatory.

It is just --

Unexpected.

Maybe he is possessed.

[ellectrical]

Elle comes in through the door from the grounds, slipping her gun under her jacket as she does so. (It rains way too much in London, which means she has to practice again.)

Castiel's sudden laughter startles her. More than a little.

It occurs to her that it could be someone else, but that doesn't stop her from staring.

[themidnightson]

If the laugh is surprising in a completely unexpected way.
Edward's immediately narrowing gaze on the man is in the doorway.


"Castiel." It may not even be loud enough to hear.
But there is no question in the tone.
That part is easy. Too easy.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal knows that particular quality of laughter. Knows it very well.

For a split second, he also thinks he knows the being who's laughing it, but - no. It can't be. It must be a Milliways twin kinda situation. Yeah, that makes a lot more sense.

". . . you all right over there?" he asks.

[veryvorkosigan]

The laughter catches Cordelia's attention first; the familiarity of the face second.

She doesn't approach right away, but she's watching.

[tobeclosetohim]

Huh.




"Yo, Angel Boy."

That's from the bar.
Where Jo's making a face.
And placing a beer bottle down.

"You aren't looking so hot."