[network] @whatisthis; morning 208; video [open]

[godsspeed]

[ Castiel's message begins with the camera pointed at the ceiling, shaking around awkwardly for a moment before he manages to get it pointed at his face. He's in relatively rough shape for someone who's only been here one day, having spent most of yesterday outside and not being used to the idea that the cold will, eventually, hurt him. His ears and nose are red with the very earliest stages of frostbite, and his lips are chapped. ]

I've found something that might be of interest in the southwest corner of town, in the house nearest the wall. [ He holds up an old piece of paper. Predictably it's not very legible on-screen between his poor camerawork and the lighting, but thankfully he does seem to realize that. ] It reads; "Bring the fence keycard next time. Or whoever down here has it. We can do our half of the security unlock first."

I don't know enough about this place to understand its significance, if any. Does it mean anything to the rest of you?

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[godsspeed]

The only song that was completed dealt in prophecy that I am not authorized to repeat. [ Even when well outside the confines of his own universe. Prophecies are delicate, and the slightest misstep at a critical time could create centuries of work getting things back on the rails. ]

The accompaniment, however, I can recite.

[ Castiel begins humming. It should be noted that while he's far from masterful at operating human vocal cords - the low buzzing growl he speaks in is not what his vessel is supposed to sound like - there is an inherent sense of pitch and tempo that comes with being a creature first created to announce in song the beginning of creation. All this to say that while his technical skills may be somewhat lacking, the song should be immediately recognizable for what it is.

It's disco. It's really bad disco. The entire bridge is stolen wholesale from ABBA's Waterloo. Todd was not a good prophet or a good songwriter. ]

[mrcreamsicles]

[If Davesprite had his memories and Castiel ever told him that much, he could commiserate and understand. As it is, he just shrugs. Not authorized, sure, whatever. At least he gets the accompaniment.]

[And oh, what an accompaniment. Davesprite has to mute his side of things to keep from marring this beautiful disaster with the sound of him laughing, because haha, holy shit. His other hand comes up to cover his mouth like somehow he could stuff the reaction back down. It's no good; this is just too hilarious.]

[It's only after that he speaks up again.]

Are you serious? You're telling me the Lord spoke through this dude in shitty, half-stolen disco?

[A disco aficionado he is not, but pop culture has put the ABBA song in his ears at some point, enough to recognize that there's some plagiarism going on.]

[godsspeed]

[ On some level Castiel understands Davesprite's response, because it really isn't very good music at all, and the Word of God being conveyed in such a manner is... undignified, to say the least. Unfortunately the context surrounding disco's eventual decline and its status as a relic of the past is lost on him - the entirety of human history has taken place over a very short span of time from his perspective, and keeping up with their musical trends would have been a difficult task even if he'd been focused on it full-time. ]

Some prophets are more successful than others. [ His response is entirely deadpan. ] Those who do make history usually have their work... polished and sometimes wholly reinterpreted by later scholars and philosophers, before it reaches the wider world.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite is not particularly surprised.]

So what you're saying is God's disco hymn needs a remix before it can hit the club?

[godsspeed]

...Yes. [ Spoken with all the certainty of someone who has no idea what the question they're answering actually meant. ]

It's more likely that it will fall into obscurity, though. In that case a later prophet will be tasked with spreading the message intended for Todd instead, when success is more certain.

[mrcreamsicles]

If I had my mixing equipment I could give it a shot. But without it and you sworn to angel secrecy that's probably not going to happen.

[What a dream, though: remixing another universe's god-given disco lyrics for the hell of it.]