Event: Consolidation Theory, Part One and Two

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Characters: red-marked characters
Location: ???
Date: Morning & Day 353
Summary: You wake up in a cell.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please note in subject lines for anything specific that comes up

Consolidation Theory OOC Post
Part Two OOC Post

Comments

[motherserpent]

Huh?

No, no--it's vertigo, dude. It's in your head, your inner ear's all fucked up. My inner ear's all fucked up.

[godsspeed]

Oh. Right. The fluids you use to orient yourselves in space.

[ He tilts his head from side to side experimentally, marveling at how that makes everything much worse. ]

This seems like a very inefficient and error-prone system.

cw nausea

[motherserpent]

[Tess snorts; regrets it when she gags immediately after.]

You some kind of engineer? Whaddya mean, you use?

[godsspeed]

This form is borrowed. I normally have much more effective means of determining momentum and relative positioning. [ Sensory arrays less restricted to a single plane of existence and subject to physical distortion and tampering. ]

You should know this. Or are you not as familiar with my brethren as you claimed?

[motherserpent]

[Oh. Oh, he's insane. That makes more sense than her engineer guess. Tess lets out a tired groan when he brings up some past claim of hers.]

Oh, man. Oh, dude. I don't know what I've been saying to you. I don't even know who you are.

[godsspeed]

[ Castiel is... not about to do much to disabuse Tess of that notion. ]

I am Castiel. I - [ the room lurches abruptly and he groans, pressing his hands to his head to try in vain to steady himself. ] I am an angel of the Lord. We discussed this at some length. Do you not remember?

[motherserpent]

Nnnnope. But I bet I told you I was a god. Fuck.

[godsspeed]

Oh. You've lost your divinity. [ He lies back down, a little more willing to (try to) relax now that that's settled. ] Or at least your memory of it.

Good. You're less annoying this way.

[motherserpent]

...Wow.

I feel like I should tell you to--hrk--go fuck yourself on behalf of crazy-me.