uberboned | IC CONTACT POST

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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From:

ofthursday

[Castiel goes looking for his brother, now that he's had some time to think about what Aelia said. He'll tell Gabriel about her offer, as he said he would, and see what Gabriel decided to do; Castiel himself, however, was pretty decided.]

Gabriel, we need to speak.

From:

uberboned

[Gabriel is currently sprawled across the bed surrounded by candy wrappers and a pie tin and groaning.

You can guess what happened here.]

Oh, must we?

From:

ofthursday

[He can indeed, and he gives Gabriel a look.]

I would tell you that you will make yourself unwell, but it seems you've discovered that.

[Also just stepping into the room a bit more.]

I spoke with Aelia.

From:

uberboned

Bite me. It might do something about the pressure. [He rolls over on his stomach to blink at Castiel.]

You did what now?

From:

ofthursday

Rei is going to scold you.

[Which is far worse than Castiel nagging okay. He nods.]

She spoke to the network, and I was... Angry.

[Understatement but whatever.]

She offered a deal.

From:

uberboned

[Judging by the groaning and the faceplanting into the bed, he is well aware.

And then he suddenly goes quiet, face still pressed into the mattress. When he speaks, it's muffled, but curious and a little apprehensive, because DUDE NO. DEALS ARE THE WORST. WHY ARE WE THE WINCHESTERS NOW?]

What kinda deal?

From:

ofthursday

[He drifts into the room all the way, wandering over to sit against the footboard of the bed and glance back toward Gabriel.]

A promise, from each of us who wants their power back, to do whatever favors she asks of us at some unknown date.

[He sounds less than impressed with this idea.]

From:

uberboned

[There is a long silence and then Gabriel starts growling into the mattress in such a way that only about half his tirade is comprehensible, which is probably for the best.]

That bushwhacked [muffle muffle] flower child nightmare [muffle muffle] of a harpy.

From:

ofthursday

[Yes, probably for the best. He'd come to essentially the same conclusion especially considering what else she's said.]

She also told me that she had 'clipped our wings' to protect us.

[Which he doesn't believe for a second, and hadn't even before the attempt at extortion.]

From:

uberboned

[Gabriel wouldn't have believed it, but he saw that hole in the universe, but even still, she could have just done that herself to scare them.]

She's so caring. Here's a thought. How about someone prunes her again? For her own damn good.

From:

ofthursday

That is an option I am beginning to consider.

[She doesn't stay dead, but what might happen if she's taken out again temporarily and they did the spell then?]

From:

uberboned

We'd need our mojo back first.

[And that means signing up to be Aelia's bottom bitches. Ugh.]

From:

ofthursday

Not necessarily.

[The Winchesters and other hunters have been routinely killing things more powerful than themselves for as long as hunters have existed. They just have to be creative.]

From:

uberboned

[Gabriel doesn't like where this is going. He's already been mentally drawing comparisons to the Winchesters and now suddenly Castiel's implying things that make him want to die.]

We are not becoming Sam and Dean.

From:

ofthursday

Would you rather act like a hunter, or be at Aelia's call?

[Come on Gabriel, the answer is pretty clear to Castiel. Of course, he's a little more comfortable as a hunter than he really wants to admit even to himself.]

From:

uberboned

Is that even a question? [He asks as he attempts to smother himself with a pillow.]

From:

ofthursday

I don't believe so, but you seemed to find both options equally distasteful.

[And he's taking that pillow.]

Stop attempting to suffocate yourself.

From:

uberboned

[NO GIVE IT BACK. Gabriel makes an attempt to take it back before he realizes his stomach still hurts and he ends up flopped on his side on the bed like a petulant, whiny child.]

Everything about this is distasteful. I can't eat. I have to actually sleep. I have to walk everywhere. How d'you live like this?

From:

ofthursday

[Castiel frowns at him and then turns his attention to picking at a loose thread on the corner of the pillow at the question. He really doesn't have any good answers.]

I didn't have any other choice.

[But that didn't make it easy, and experience isn't making it any easier to readjust this time either. He can handle walking--he'd gotten used to that--but sleeping is just as difficult as it was, and eating has only gotten worse since the Leviathan. He's not all that happy with the current situation, just more used to coping with it.]

You should try eating something that isn't just sugar. You will feel better, at least.

Edited Date: 2012-11-18 05:42 am (UTC)

From:

uberboned

[Obviously, that's not the response Gabriel wanted, so he immediately responds by curling up in a ball and groaning.]

Like what. I don't eat meat.

[Vegetables exist? Fruits aren't just something at the bottom of your yogurt? PERISH THE THOUGHT.]

From:

ofthursday

As I attempted to explain to Lucifer, maintaining that while mortal will not be easy.

[Though Castiel doesn't have a lot of room to talk as he refuses to touch red meat. Fish and poultry are more than enough.

He does pause for a moment before pulling a small bag of dried apple chips from him pocket and tossing them lightly toward his brother. Rei had shoved them at him earlier in the day, and he'd liked them when he was mortal last, but he hadn't had any desire to eat them now.]

They're sweet. You will like them.

From:

uberboned

[Gabriel eyes the bag and then, despite the agonizing pain in his gut, picks it up and shoves one in his mouth. The face he makes is not the least bit displeased.]

I'll give you that one.

From:

ofthursday

[He's glad Gabriel seems to like them, because he knows how hard it is to adjust to being mortal, and he does feel sympathetic. That and he can't help but think this is all partially his fault.

He stares up at the ceiling a few moments, before venturing a question.]

Have you managed sleeping much at all?