The Perk, Monday afternoon

[scruffnfeathers]

After two days some time spent realizing that the DVDs were actually in the plastic boxes that Tony had loaned him, and not the plastic boxes themselves, and then that, while he had no DVD player on his TV, he did have one that seemed to work perfectly well on his laptop, Castiel had spent his weekend watching Space Battles.

And now he was sitting in the Perk with a cooling cup of coffee and an as yet unnibbled slice of marble pound cake, searching the internet for Space Battles fanfiction.

And wouldn't you know it? People got that wrong, too!

He'd crafted what he felt was a very reasonable and patient letter explaining to one author that the characters were not, in fact, high school students, and that as far as he could tell, the society in which the movies took place wasn't even structured to have a high school, and was currently attempting to translate the response the author had sent him in return. It was clearly written in some kind of code, but seemed to be implying disreputable things about Castiel's mother.

[ooc: Open, doncha know.]

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[chosehumanity]

Mitchell hadn't been trying to peek, really, but he had a coffee, and okay, he was in many ways bored out of his mind. Nevermind that, but Castiel smelled... oddly, drawing in his attention. "Ah, browsing the tinhats, are we?"

... It'd been a few fandoms ago that Mitchell bothered to abuse the internet at all.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel looked up and shook his head. "No, the internet."

It totally made sense to Castiel.

[chosehumanity]

"I see you're one of those people who is doggedly literal," Mitchell said, amused, and sank into a chair with his coffee.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel frowned. He didn't think he was. "I'm . . . not entirely used to the modern manner of speaking."

[chosehumanity]

"Tinhats. You know, these fans who used to be obsessed about the idea some real life actors were going at it, something like that." He cupped his hands around his coffee. "...Not that I spent a lot of time there. But sometimes you have to have a peek."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel titled his head. "And they wear . . . hats of tin?"

He'd never heard of this phenomenon. Of course, his primary fandom was a series of books.

[chosehumanity]

"Prance about the street in them." Oh, Mitchell. He'd feel bad about misleading an angel at some point, probably. "At least, back in my day."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel nodded. That had clearly happened while the Garrison had been off being busy with something else. "And which day would that be?"

[chosehumanity]

"You weren't joking about the literal," he said. "Three... four years ago?" Six, Mitchell. "Gorgeous April day."

...yes, now we were mocking the literal.

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

Having gotten a late start to the day, Summer was in the mood for a large cup of coffee. Given the fact that she made terrible coffee, the Perk was the logical choice.

She decided to get a slice of coffee cake with her coffee and offered Castiel a small smile as she decided to pick the seat near the window.

[scruffnfeathers]

Not being much of a smiler, Castiel nodded seriously in return.

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

"Something interesting catch your eye?" Summer asked, gesturing to the laptop. Hey, she was curious and she knew all too well how a person could spend hours browsing random sites and not even realize it.

[scruffnfeathers]

"Merely doing some . . . fact checking."

Was it possible that the angel was actually . . . ashamed of his fanfiction addiction?

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

"A good way to pass the time," Summer nodded, pausing to sip her coffee. Depending on what those facts were, of course. "I'm Summer," she added, deciding to introduce herself.

[scruffnfeathers]

"It's not the best I've found, but it will do." Castiel's lip curved ever so slightly. "I'm Castiel."

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you ever need any help I could lend a hand," Summer offered, because she was that kind of person. "Nice to meet you, Castiel."

[scruffnfeathers]

"And you as well, Summer." Hey, check it out. He was having a conversation with an actual girl! Chuck and Dean would be so proud. "Have you been on the island long?"

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Castiel," Layla said cheerfully as she stopped by his table after getting a cup of green tea. "I hope you've learned to stay clear from the pit of voles."

[scruffnfeathers]

". . . The rodents?"

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

"A term of affection for a well known fan fiction website," Layla chuckled.

Okay... maybe not affection.

"How are you this fine day?"

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel would have to look that one up.

"I'm doing quite well, thank you. And yourself?"

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

"Fine," she said fiddling with her tea bag. "I've mostly been studying and writing inflammatory posts on the internet. It's a useful tool for subverting the government. So a quiet week in all. Sorry, I haven't been to church lately."

[scruffnfeathers]

"That's quite alright. Most people in town haven't." He tilted his head. "You're attempting to subvert the government?"

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

"I find it to be more effective than voting," Layla said with a shrug. "There's a certain team of so-called heroes at home causing problems and they have government sponsorship. A few scathing and irrational posts here and there on certain websites will help push events in a certain direction."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel nodded. "My brothers would be more likely to simply level the antagonistic group." There was a reason why Castiel was on the outs with his brothers, and not just the whole "end of the world" thing.