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numbersnfigures.livejournal.com

Spencer Reid wandered through the aisles of the library carrying a stack of books that was far too high for him to handle. As he rounded a corner, the weight shifted and he lost his balance. Half of the stack went crashing to the floor. In the process, his tablet fell with it, turning itself on without his knowledge.

"Darn," he muttered to himself.

He crouched down and started to re-stack his books. Titles piled up in front of the tablet: Wormholes in Space, Physics of the Time-Space Continuum. When he had made a stack about half the size of what he was carrying before, he brought them to a nearby table, then came back for the rest of the books and his tablet.

After sitting down, he glanced at the table and realized it was recording. He gazed at it with a sheepish smile.

"Oh. S-Sorry."

The tablet clicked off.

thenerdangel

“I understand.”

Castiel left the Winchesters in dampened spirits to clean up Crowley’s mess, but it took painful effort to do it. He was tired and fed-up. If he had a choice, he would much rather remain on Earth than return to the war in Heaven.

But where he ended up wasn’t where he’d set out to go. He looked down at the metal floor beneath his feet and glanced further afield to realise he was standing upon a raised platform. Not that it was easy to tell from the usual sombre expression, but Castiel wasn’t exactly impressed. “Interesting,” he said flatly, titling his head at the foreign technology and squinting curiously, and although most electronic devices were strange and unfamiliar to him, even he couldn’t miss the fact something wasn’t right. He tried to transport himself to the originally intended location, but nothing happened. “Ah. The power that lies here is beyond my understanding. This is…inconvenient.”

Slowly stepping around the platform, every footfall echoing around the chamber, he reached out to examine the structural materials. And that’s when he noticed the bracelet. “This is strange.” He looked around, seeing more than the average human, but it didn’t make him any the wiser. “Show yourselves. I have a prior engagement and wish to leave immediately.”

Receiving no response, he decided to explore the room further, chuntering to himself. “There’s no need for apologies. We’re your friends,” he mimicked Dean’s words bitterly in a voice that sounded an awful lot like his regular one. “I endured the indignation of being tricked into assisting them, as if I owe more than I’ve already offered, and this is the thanks that I get.” The fact that he couldn’t leave, nor could he overpower whatever was keeping him there, was beginning to irritate him on top of everything else. “You are beginning to try my patience. As an angel of the Lord, I must insist that you release me at once.”

caelitus.livejournal.com

It's... colourful. A pleasant change. However, I'm still not sure how much I'll enjoy this holiday. [... Castiel's first heaven-reject Christmas, he's allowed to be sceptical.]

caelitus.livejournal.com

In case Castiel was thought to be dead, or gone, or something of the sort -- he isn't. In fact, to prove this, he'll be appearing to Dean for the first time in what's felt like forever. Castiel has been doing his best to keep an eye out, because that's just Castiel, but it's admittedly been harder ever since Dean and Sam went and got themselves hidden from all angels everywhere, care of Cas. He can't just appear on them, and even though that job is just as easily accomplished by the tablets, it's not the same. Besides, Castiel thinks, Dean has been doing fairly well on his own. And since Castiel's thoughts have been mainly back in the real world, he wouldn't make very good company, lately, anyway.

Today, however, he's making an exception. At some point during the day when Dean is at Bobby's, regardless of which room of the house he's in (unless it's, say, the bathroom), Castiel will be sticking his head inside and looking for him. ~~What up, boyfrand? You never call anymore.~~

coctionem.livejournal.com

The device flicks on. It looks like he's just sitting at a desk that belongs to one of the many rooms in the sanctuary; because, well, he is. Though he's looking a whole lot better than he did when he first arrived: cleaned up and as in order as he ever would be. There was a cigarette between his lips that burned lightly, idly. Sunglasses, as always, hid those eyes of his.

He'd taken the time to rest, clean up, put aside the anxieties felt to focus on here and now. Figure out this hunk of technology for as much as he needed to and read in to this place as much as it would suffice him too. He was more of a hands on sort of guy, and still partially dazed, he only really wanted to know this place as much as he needed to in order to get by for now. That was fine for him for now. Take things as they came to him for now.

He took a long inhale from that cigarette, slipped the smoke between two fingers, and exhaled as he spoke:

"Takin it 'm a stayin' here a while. Might as well make friendly or somethin'." The tone was just as friendly as someone still half lost in war would be. He put the cigarette back where it was and rolled it to the corner of his lips before speaking again. "So, how's it hangin' and what not. Where ya from, what's your name. What were ya doin' b'fore y'found y'rself here? Etcetera."

caelitus.livejournal.com

[A small, somehwat displeased grunt comes over the tablets as Castiel gets up. Then he sighs a teeny bit and mutters,]

... Not again.

((ooc: So I couldn't NOT bump him to 5x03 asap. Enjoy. >8D))

caelitus.livejournal.com

[This? Is the sound of a surprised, somewhat panicked Castiel moving suddenly. This isn't where he's supposed to be. Not now.]

I'm -- back. But --

[Aw, shit. More movement, he sees that the tablet is on - which is fine - and picks it up.]

Dean. Sam. We need to talk.

((ooc: Do the bump~ to 5x02, yo.))

traveling-rose.livejournal.com

Rose is out enjoying the fantastic artificial sunlight from one of the benches near the Square's fountain. She's even gone and snagged herself some new sunglasses from one of the hatches. For being basically imprisoned by unseen aliens, this isn't half bad at all.

Though even with all the perks she'd much rather be home. She's been at Taxon for four months after all. And that's four months she hasn't heard her baby brother's voice squealing and asking for another bedtime story even though he should've been asleep three stories ago. Four months she hasn't done her job (though she doesn't really miss the paperwork). She hasn't seen her mum, Mickey, Pete, Jake, or anyone else from that Earth.

She's been trying to do a bit of her job at Taxon, though that gets boring quickly and it always ends up being another day of random exploration. And nothing else. Just seeing one Taxonite, one, would get her somewhere but they've got more stealth skills than a bunch of ninjas. At least there's something else productive she can do since Taxon was so kind to bring her whole flat over, accessories and all.

If there's one thing she's learned since she started telling little Petey all those stories it's that any experience, any random encounter or grand day of running away from aliens can make a perfect story for him to hear. Granted she tweaks things, changes names, makes the really scary murderous things less scary and murderous (at least until he's older).

And all that she's been through so far in Taxon, especially that recent bit that had her invisibly stuck to Sheppard, will make absolutely brilliant stories for Petey.

So she's perched cross-legged on the bench, fully charged laptop balanced on her legs and tablet by her side. It's on so she doesn't miss any new arrivals and because the pesky thing has a mind of its own sometimes. Might as well beat the tablet to it. She's typing away, chewing a bit on her lip in concentration.

It's something to do until something more interesting happens. Or there's people walking by she can talk to that aren't the mindless drones of the city.

[ooc; bother bother bother bother! XD]

Current Mood: mischievous

caelitus.livejournal.com

For the last few days, Castiel has been feeling... uneasy. That's the best way to put it. He's not sure why, specifically, but the feeling is uncomfortable.

Seemingly exempt from the recent rash of... well, problems in Taxon, Castiel is wandering around the central area of the city, near the Sanctuary. He's been wondering about the people he hasn't spoken to very recently, and just keeping an eye on things. Hey, people-watching is a hobby.

caelitus.livejournal.com

Oh G -- oh someone, why is he doing this?

"Do you believe in God?"

fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com

So today, unaware of the terrible, terrible things in store, Dean is strolling down the street. This is one of the rare days that he doesn't feel like driving, which is both a bad thing and a good thing. Good, because he's getting exercise, which in turn lets off all the extra energy he has that was originally devoted to hunting. Bad, because he doesn't have any weapons with him. You know, just in case.

So he's walking, and he's got his tablet out, flicking through the options and settings for the thousandth time, trying to see if there's anything he's missed. Of course, he accidentally sets off the visual setting, and then, once realizing it, sighs.

"Hate technology," Dean mumbles, clicking it off.

caelitus.livejournal.com

Castiel has been trying not to spend his spare time thinking about the fate ahead of him. The facts are that he knows what archangels are capable of, he knows that he severely disobeyed, and he knows that he lied to Dean.

You can't hold off an archangel.

Lately, in spite of himself, he's been hanging around not far from Taxon's only church. He's never been inside of it, afraid of what might happen if he enters, but he's been around. He doesn't know why. (He also had a few pokes around in the Watchers' Council Library nearby before it disappeared, so that was interesting for a while.)

Right now Castiel's standing in front of where said Library used to be, looking at the area curiously. It's completely gone, as if it was never there in the first place, just like Bobby's house when Dean got his car back.

Strange.

The tablet, sneaky thing it is, is on and recording on his wrist. Maybe interference from his bamfing angelicness accidentally switched it on.

glowingseer.livejournal.com

Okay. This place really needed a pick-me-up. Like right now. With the glitches and the creepy thoughtless creeps and the weird god-like creatures running around and beating people up...

Cordelia remembered her conversation with Charlotte, and with this in mind she picked up her tablet and addressed everyone.

"So I was thinking." Clearly not a good thing, but, whatever. "What do you guys think of a night out of town, with the party and the fun? And by 'night out of town' I mean in the hotel right here in Taxon, and by 'party and the fun' I mean the gown-and-tuxedos-wearing kind?"

Formal party? Yay? Nay?

oldoldghost.livejournal.com

There is a Brigitta in the cemetery, she's gone off exploring again which is perfectly normal for Brigitta... What is not normal is that today she's finally decided that she wants to go climbing again, and upon seeing a fairly thick tree that looks like it can support her weight Brigitta's lust for adventure took over.

She's roughly halfway up the tree when she accidentally switches her tablet on, a fact that she doesn't notice being rather busy climbing a rather difficult tree, she's still clearly visible though, and it's fairly obvious that she's shimmying her way up some sort of tree with her sword still strapped to her waist, the location might even be a little bit obvious to anybody whose had prior experience of it.

Feel free to yell at her for being a idiot, she probably won't fall down.

Current Mood: restless

lapsedsaint

John has finally hit is annoyed point. Even with Charlie's help, his searches have been futile. So now, he's resorting to the network.

"Have any of you seen a church around this place? For the life of me, I have yet to find one and it's starting to piss me off."

caelitus.livejournal.com

In case any of you are curious... I have returned to normal.

caelitus.livejournal.com

You know whose wrath you don't want to incur? The wrath of a hungover currently-ex-angel. Castiel is not happy, and for the love of all that is holy, he feels like he's just had his head cleaved open. And he woke up in the back of the Impala, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Cas has managed to get out of the car without vomiting. Now he just needs the sunlight to stop trying to burn his retinas and to quite possibly throw Dean Winchester off the nearest bridge.

He gets the tablet to work, but it isn't facing him. It's at a weird angle, and the back wheel of the Impala as well as the backside is visible.

"Dean Winchester." Hooo yes, he sounds ill, but he also sounds a couple degrees off of furious.

aesthetic_mojo

The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people resist, though. Food, drink, Dean's music, kittens? Okay, and an ex-vampire, but that wasn't his fault.

Pushing that thought away, she continued laying out the food and the carefully crafted warding spells that would protect it from the kittens. They had been given run of most of the patio, but not the yard, and not the food area. That meant they'd still be popping in and out of people's laps, but at least they wouldn't do it to plates.

When everything was ready, Charlotte ran up to change into skinny jeans, a crisp white button down and a ridiculously shiny pair of cowboy boots. Not unlike Dawn, not that she knew it, Charlotte was having too much fun with the fashion options the replicators afforded. Properly armored for the event, she headed back to the patio to wait for their first guests.

OOC: This is an open event, folks, anyone should feel free to tag in, even if they just discover the party. Start a new thread with a label if you want or just tag in on another thread. Feel free to hop around, too. IT'S A PARTY, PEOPLE! Also, this will go on as long as people are interested, so backtag all ya like. We know people will be in and out all weekend. Have fun, drink all the booze.

caelitus.livejournal.com

He's never woken up before. At least, before the week he'd been pulled from his vessel. But that's just what Castiel has just done, and he wakes up to something strange -- not that waking up isn't strange, itself. He wakes up to uneven breathing, pain in his head and the physical feeling of his vessel - no, something tells him body, his body - throbbing with each pulse of his heart. Something claws at his insides, an angry roil, and for several minutes the angel is too shocked to say or do anything.

He can feel. He wants to cry out, he wants help, he wants someone. He feels detached, alone, weak. Castiel gropes at the device on his wrist, knowing it well enough by now to be able to turn it on. On, visual, public.

The surprisingly natural action of closing his eyes and inhaling to regain composure throws him off for a moment, and when he opens his eyes again he can see that he's on a sidewalk, horizontal. The angel is strangely not bothered by this at the moment and stays there, lifting his arm so that he can see the device. To anyone who is familiar with his usual stoic appearance, his current air is fairly... not as well-held.

"I need help."

forgot-myself.livejournal.com

It had been a weird couple days. People had been helpful, but even they couldn't explain why she was there. It was a little after noon and Anna was hungry, having slept through breakfast. Finding her way, with the help of the map, to the Burnt Toast Diner, Anna had gotten herself a chicken sandwich, a baked potato, and a giant root beer.

Sitting in a far booth, she kept herself company as she ate, making the occasional happy food sound. She leaned forward, taking a sip of her root beer, eyes on the book she had in front of her. She'd gone to one of those replicator hatches and made one of her textbooks. Just because she was here, didn't mean she could lag on her studies.