[008 | Video/Action | Open] Heal My Wounds

[freetobe]

[Castiel has been experimenting since the last event ended. The resistance now has better ideas about what needs to be done, concrete plans and strategies to proceed further. It falls to him to see if he can force himself on the other side of the mirrors. For the last few days, he has cut into his arm to draw blood, drawn bloody sigils on his pristine white walls, and tried to banish himself through the mirror in his room. 

For the past few days all he has accomplished is hurling himself through the fabric of space. He's crash-landed in maze-hedges, been flung into trees, off the roof, into the water, through windows and onto gravel. Banishing sigils are used to fling angels away and keep them occupied for a while. It's more than unpleasant, draining on top, not to mention that Castiel finds out fairly quickly that he's not healing nearly as fast as he should. The wounds are still more of a nuisance than a proper threat to his wellbeing, but... well. 

It's on the Friday after the resistance meeting that he hits a figurative wall. 

He's tried everything - his own blood, Dean's blood (once), alterations to the sigil, broken mirror, intact mirror, sigil on the wall, sigil on the mirror, and it has yielded no result whatsoever. He's banished, alright, flung all over Wonderland, just never through to the other side. By Friday, he is exhausted, he's tired, and he wants to... he's not even sure. Castiel's eyelids feel heavy. He's scratched up, has dark circles beneath his eyes, his hands shake, and he feels lightheaded, which might also be because his last desperate attempt involved using a knife to cut the sigil into his own chest. That idea might have been a little on the desperate side. 

He admits defeat when he regains consciousness after skidding over gravel outside, in front of the Mansion. The feed clicks on to him struggling onto his feet, shirt hanging open with a lovely view of the cuts, eyes tired, but annoyed more than hurt.]

I require assistance. 

[And explanation for the failed mission won't be offered up via the network, of course. Castiel shuts the video down, but now before slumping back down with an annoyed grunt - little wobbly on his feet. That's sheer tiredness, though, not blood loss. He truly looks like someone who hasn't slept in days, which as most people in the Mansion would know should not be an issue for him. Except it is.]

[video] something fancy

[builditstrong]

[Judging by the video feed it looks like the Kid is in the orchard. He's currently poking what appears to be an orange with the handle of his giant-ass hammer, leaning back from the fruit as if it might explode. It doesn't explode, though, since it's just an orange, I mean, come on now.]

Ain't no vineapple.

[He slings the hammer over his shoulder and finally looks at the camera. Or at least he looks in the direction of the camera. He's clearly not comfortable with looking directly at it.]

Was wonderin' if anyone here knew where a guy could get 'is hands onna good carbine. Any ol' rifle, really. Bastion ain't like to show up soon, an' I don't wanna fall outta practice.

[He falls into an awkward silence for a few moments, then he looks back at the orange tree.] Also wonderin' 'f anythin's safe t'eat out here, or if they're better for target practice.

[He's watching you, orange tree. You're not gonna get the drop on him, no sir.]

002 | video

[seekingbrother]

[Al had gotten an idea. An idea that he knew his brother would say no to in an instant, so obviously he didn't tell him about it. But there wasn't any reason they couldn't have a cat--they could easily take care of one or two while staying here! So he waited until Ed was out of their room, then opened their closet with a grin.]



[A little bit later Al flips on his communicator with an embarrassed look. Behind him a few kittens can be seen wrestling on the bed, but the meowing makes it clear there's more than just those few.] Um. Apparently my closet got a bit overzealous on me when I asked for something. Soooo...does anyone want a kitten?

((Al has five kittens in total, feel free to decide what breed they are! They'll be given out to good homes on a first-come, first-serve basis. No one looking for stir-fry ingredients, plz. >:|))

Second Page | Video/Action

[willbegone]

[It's not that late yet, but anyone paying attention to their communication device or anyone near the kitchen might find Valjean heading that direction while doing his best to walk quietly so as not to disturb anyone.

A touch of restlessness had driven him from his room. It wasn't that he was hungry, exactly, but he was hoping that taking a walk would clear his head. And if not, then perhaps he could procure a cup of tea or something equally soothing.

And fortunately for him, he actually manages to get said cup of tea without too much trouble. He sets the cup on the counter in front of him and takes a seat while getting comfortable. He plans on staying there for quite some time, or until someone decides they want the kitchen to themselves.

But for the moment, he is content to sit there and enjoy the relatively quiet atmosphere the kitchen provides.]