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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.]
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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[It's the only reason he hasn't read every single book in there, though.]
You seem very intent on me having hobbies.
[Which is odd, as they're not particularly close...
Humans.]
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( Plus angel. Could they read super fast? )
It's easy to get bored of something or wrapped up in one thing here. Doing more than one thing gets you out to people more, and you notice things that are happening.
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And yes, he does read fast.]
How exactly would drawing cause me to get out there more?
[He remains skeptical.]
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( About Wonderland, about something that had happened, or just something interesting )
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So Lydia may have a point. But there is one other snag.]
I wouldn't know what to draw. [He says it in a plain and honest tone, because it's nothing but the truth. He'd have no idea where to begin.]
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I'll take it into consideration.
[What else can he say?]
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He nods. Slowly.]
I'll do what I can. I do enjoy the foliage.
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Good. ( And since they've sorted that: ) I hope you find your memories.
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[No need to worry on that count, at least.]
I'll keep in touch.