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[Castiel isn't one to make use of the network unless he has good reason for it, but this falls squarely into that category. When the feed starts up, he's seated in the music room, which is one of the only areas in the mansion he could find that has an empty seat and isn't affected by one of the residual events.

He clearly isn't there to play the piano, though. He's got his phone pointed at his face and his expression is nothing short of grim. It's been a trying past few days.]

I've conferred with someone else about this and it looks to be a plague that's affected a number of us. I have memories that don't belong to me.

[There's already been some yelling about it over the network, whereas Castiel is much more controlled. He wants this fixed, if that's even possible.]

I may be able to put them back where they belong, if I can find their owner.

[At that point, he lifts up a piece of paper where he's sketched out some patterns from memory.] Does anyone here have tattoos that look like this, along their chest, arms, and back? [There's so much more he could say -- about being the Chosen One, or knowing the archangels Michael and Gabriel, but he would rather not air this mystery person's dirty laundry on the network for everyone to hear. Hopefully the mention of tattoos will be enough to grab someone's attention.

He lowers the paper.] And... if anyone has memories of being an angel, we may need to talk. [He would also rather not go into any further detail about what he's missing. It's hard to, when he only knows the very basics of what he's lost.]

One last warning: stay out of Dean Winchester's way. He's still dangerous.

[Castiel reaches forward for his phone and the feed cuts.]

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[ Alex had been keeping an eye on the Network ever since it became clear there was more to this event than the mansion changing. His tattoos are visible, as he's currently not wearing a shirt, a pair of insect wings fluttering behind him. ]

There are two people here with those tattoos. What do you remember?

[ On second thought, ] Do you want to meet in person?

[Well, those look familiar. The wings not so much, but that can be attributed to what's happened to the top few floors of the mansion. Castiel doesn't have any need for a second pair of wings, so he hasn't spent much time there, but he'd visited for long enough to see others sprout them.

Two people, though? That still narrows it down immensely, since this man is obviously one of the two mentioned. He's curious to learn the story behind all this.

Castiel agrees that they shouldn't discuss this over the network. He'd only made use of it so that he could spread the word as far as possible, and that has at least worked as planned.]

Yes. Somewhere that isn't affected by anything would be best. The library?

[It's a favorite location of Castiel's, and even more so now that it's one of the "safe zones."]

Library works. I'll be right there.

[ He disconnects and heads down, grabbing a t-shirt to pull on once he gets low enough in the mansion for the wings to disappear— a very weird sensation, but he's beginning to get used to it. It takes him some time to get to the library from the tenth floor, but once he does, he starts looking around for the guy he was talking to. ]

[Castiel makes it there first, as his wings can in fact be used for transport, unlike the fake ones that all of the mansion's residents have been temporarily gifted with.

When the stranger does appear, Castiel doesn't hesitate to shift away from the shelf he'd been examining and step over. The tattoos on his arms are still plainly visible, and getting a closer look only makes Castiel more certain that it's the same set.

He meets the man's eyes.]

Are you the Chosen One?

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