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Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

"How do we define identity?" Castiel asked without preamble. "Are we merely the sum of our memories, or is our personality affected by our physical forms?"

One might guess how a guy who existed on the mortal plane by taking over someone else's body might fall on that scale.

"This weekend, many of us encountered something of a crisis in this area. We were changed fundamentally, both in memory and in physical presence. And yet we remember the events, making that alternate individual a part of who we are, today."

It was clear that Castiel didn't much like this thought. He continued on with the questions, mostly the basic "nature v. nurture" arguments that one might have heard many times before -- only from one who was truly only just figuring out that the question even existed. His irritation bounced between himself, the island, and even on occasion, his father, before concluding that the weekend was a test, that the events and the altering of personage must be used to reestablish one's own identity in the world.

He concluded with something of a light show, stretching and showing off his wings momentarily before relaxing.

It seemed to do him some small measure of good.

[ooc: apologies if this is somewhat incoherent -- I've had an odd morning. OCD is ~~on its way~~ up.]

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Be impressed by those wings.

Or just roll your eyes at his showing off.

It had been a while since Didi made it to church, but she wanted it this week. It was ... a bit like being home.

She still thought the island hardly had to test her by making her random Slutty Skeleton Embodiment. But she recognized that might have just been her being grumpy.

Chuck looked pretty smug throughout the whole sermon because he had told Cass months ago that the island got to everyone eventually. Considering he was hardly ever right in matters that involve Castiel, Chuck was going to enjoy this for as long as possible.

And, yes, he was also impressed by the wings.

Arthur was dutifully impressed, actually.

So much for any lingering doubts about Castiel's angelic nature.

Didi turned around in her pew near the end of the service with a quick whisper. Arthur looked about the same, and the island wasn't exactly swarming in people who might claim to be the embodiment of Britain.

"Was a skeleton chick randomly creepy at you this weekend?" she asked quietly.

It made sense in context!

... Yes, he remembered the skeleton.

Yes.

Arthur shot Didi a furtive look. "I remember a skeleton," he said, delicately, "But that wasn't exactly me." Too many flags. And he didn't even like tea.

"She wasn't me, either," Didi nodded. Because ... yes. "So, can we say it didn't happen?"

She would never deny what she was, but this instance -- the whole weekend -- made for a special case.

"I would be more than happy to put the incident behind us," Arthur agreed, a mite bit quicker than his pride would be willing to admit to. "All the island, and so on."

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Francine was going to choose impressed by the wings, TYVM! NOt that she hadn't seen Warren's, but. Actual angel wings. Lightshow. Yes.

She was, of course, also going to choose to join him in his brooding about other identities and paths not taken, especially that test bit, because why would God ever be that cruel?

"Francine?" Arthur prompted, but only once the sermon was done with. What with the, you know, wings.

She'd been staring a little intently - or a little blankly - at the space where Castiel's wings had been, even after they were gone; it took her a moment to re-focus. "Hi."

"Er."

... Yeah, he needed a moment to get his shit together after that display, too.

"...Are you all right?"

"Sure." It wasn't a lie, per se, just a random thing you said in answer to that question when you weren't bleeding or having an actual sobbing breakdown. "I guess. I mean... actual angel." She nodded towards the now-empty pulpit. "It'd be nice if he sounded like he understood what was going on."