The park, Saturday evening

[scruffnfeathers]

It was raining food.

Castiel's attempts to identify the reason for this had so far resulted in him becoming covered in a sticky, sugary substance. He was no closer to identifying the mysterious force on the island that caused such unlikely events.

Being sent here, he'd decided, was definitely a punishment.

[ooc: open for any who want to interact with Mr. Grumpy-angel-pants]

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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan had devised an... interesting... solution to today's particular brand of Fandom Weirdness: a sort of reverse umbrella hovered about his head, a shield made out of wizardry, that not only served to keep him from being pelted by breakfast pastry but to collect it for him, for later snacking, as well.

"You don't look like you're having much luck," he said, smirking slightly at the sticky, unfamiliar man.

He'd seen a porn movie something like this once.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel turned to face Ronan, giving his wizarded umbrella a quick glance, then looking away. "I am not. Do you know how the island accomplishes this?"

[not_in_the_book]

"After two and a half years? I just kinda go with it," Ronan replied, laughing softly. "I think it has something to do with being on the nexus, but nothing more specific than that. Maybe the island just likes messing with us."

He gave the man a more focused look. "Are you new in town? I don't know that I've seen you around before." A glance up, a touch of his hand to the shield, and a tweak of a couple of characters expanded the 'umbrella' enough that two could share it comfortably, without getting too much into each other's space.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel watched the alteration. He didn't recognize the characters other than being part of some language of power.

Interesting.

"I have been here approximately two of your weeks."

[not_in_the_book]

"Pretty new then, yeah," Ronan said. "You'll get used to it. Eventually. I was lucky -- my world's almost as weird as Fandom, so I didn't have to adjust much." He held out one hand, smile bright on his face. "Ronan Nolan. Resident wizard."

Well, not the only wizard around, but still.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel looked at Ronan's hand for a long moment before taking it. "Castiel. Angel of the Lord."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shook his hand, and gave Castiel another appraising look. "Dai stihó," he said, his smile widening a bit. "Not one of my world's angels, I wouldn't say, but I guess we're both going about the One's business in our own way?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"Not of the same world," Castiel confirmed. Though it is . . . good to hear of my brothers working in other worlds."

[not_in_the_book]

"I actually shared my body with Michael, for a while," Ronan offered. "Although... in my world, the powers aren't strictly just angels? He's the One's Champion, the Michael Power -- Thor, and Athena, and any number of names on any number worlds."

[scruffnfeathers]

"You've been a vessel." Yeah, Castiel wasn't touching any of the rest of that. "I'm told that can be . . . difficult."

[not_in_the_book]

"It... had its moments," Ronan agreed. "I'd not have been in some of the danger I was, but... if I hadn't been, my universe wouldn't be safe." He paused. "... -Ish."

[scruffnfeathers]

"That appears to be about how my vessel feels about it, yes."

[not_in_the_book]

"You have the run of the body, then?" Ronan asked. "I-- I only ask because it's different than how it works for us -- we can give ourselves over, but the 'vessels' remain in control."

[glacial_queen]

Karla meandered down the road. After the party last night, it felt good to get out and stretch her legs. Better than that, her ability to do basic Craft had returned somewhat, so long as she kept its use to a minimum. Between those two facts and that she was still fearless from Raven's absorption of her fear--not that she knew about that yet--Karla had decided today was a fine day to go for a walk.

Even if items that barely bore a resemblance to food were falling from the sky.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel nodded to her. "It might behoove you to be wearing a helmet."

[glacial_queen]

Karla smile a bit and the steeply-angled shield she'd created sparked into appearance for a minute. "Learned my lesson already," she said.

This was so weird. She was chatting with a strange male, barely able to do even basic Craft, and not panicking. Red-letter day here. "Can I fetch you one, sir?" she asked, looking over his besmeared self.

[I wish Karla knew enough about religion to crack a manna from heaven joke. Or anything about religion, really.]

[scruffnfeathers]

"That will not be required, no. I . . . have my own means of protecting myself."

Mostly by not acknowledging he was in any danger. Wasn't like these were demonic pop tarts or anything, after all.

[glacial_queen]

Karla glanced at the traces of colorful goo and shrugged. "As you say," she said. "I'm Karla. Are you new in town?"

Most of the people who'd been around for a while tended to show remarkably little concern for the whys and wherefores, or so she'd noticed.

[scruffnfeathers]

"I am Castiel. And I've been here sixteen days."

[glacial_queen]

"I offer you greetings, then, Castiel," Karla said. Something about his mannerisms made her fall back a bit to Protocol. "And welcome to the island. Is this your first bout of Fandom-weirdness, or did you also get to sing?" Karla's expression showed how little she'd enjoyed that adventure.


[Mind if Karla realizes Castiel is something more than human?]

[scruffnfeathers]

[not at all, go for it.]

"There was . . . singing, yes." He'd found it entirely distasteful, no matter how much Chuck had insisted that it was "fun". "And I have heard of many other effects."

[glacial_queen]

It was right then that Karla caught his psychic sense. She leapt backwards a bit, slamming her strongest shields up. "You aren't human!" she gasped. "You're not like anything I've ever felt before. What are you?"

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel was surprised at her perceptiveness, but gave no outward sign. "I assure you, this body is entirely human. I, on the other hand, am an angel of the Lord."

[glacial_queen]

"What's an angel?" she asked, warily. "And which Lord?"

Ahhh, alternate dimensions.

[scruffnfeathers]

"The lord God." Yes, Castiel rather thought that explained it. "The angels are His holy warriors."