fandomtownies | Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

Castiel, Switzerland was currently seated on the front steps of Our Lady of Fandom, nestled between a large potted fern and a rather annoyed -- and just a little bit heavy -- looking cat. This wasn't where the Swiss municipality was usually located -- it was far less mountainous, for one -- but it seemed like it would have to do for now.

Castiel, Switzerland was moderately concerned as to how its population of more than 100 people would fit within its current six-foot border, but it wasn't as though it, as a town, could do much about it. Towns were, after all, not even really things, were they? They were more theoretical human concepts. Or possibly communities.

Castiel, Switzerland wasn't certain on that point.

Either way, passersby would be welcomed cheerfully and informed of many points of interest ~~gleaned from Wikipedia~~ about Castiel, Switzerland. In Swiss German, of course. Though if they managed to find a tourist board, it could be convinced to repeat the information in any number of languages.

[ooc: this is what happens when I spend too much time on international tax treaties. OCD free and open.]

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Emboldened by her chat with Vida, Shelley walked right into the church, tossing her hair back over her shoulders and putting on her best smile for confidence.

It wasn't helping.

"Hello?" she whispered from the back of the sanctuary.

Castiel, Switzerland might have been seated out front, but that didn't mean it wasn't paying close attention to its borderlands. How else was it expected to bring in visitors?

"Guten Tag!" it called cheerfully. "Wie gehen es mit Sie?*"

[ooc: fun with high school German that I'm sure to be remembering completely wrong. Translation: "Hello! How are you?"]

Shelley zeroed in on the voice and her smile grew, relieved that the tone at least seemed cheerful. "What?" she asked, spinning around, amazed that she had managed to walk right past Castiel.

She really should work on being more observant of her surroundings. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," she said.

"Es tut mir leid," Castiel, Switzerland said, still smiling at the visitor. "Spechen Sie Deutsch?"

"I'm sorry," she repeated, shaking her head. "Are you joking? This is a joke!" She laughed, nervously.

"I just wanted to come by and, you know, apologize for not being around lately. I was a bunny."

Clearly, there was a lack of understanding here. Castiel, Switzerland decided to try again.

"Very good," it said, with a heavy -- and outrageous -- accent. "I will practice the English. We welcome all animals (after an appropriate amount of time in quarantine)!"

"Are you calling an animal?" Shelley was totally confused now. "I got better! Look!" She turned around and wiggled her butt at him. "No tail!"

The butt-wiggling frankly just confused Castiel, Switzerland. "This is where you're from a custom?"

"Accustom to what?" Shelley ask, wondering if she might need to start acting angry. Guys don't normally go for angry girls though.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked, opting for concerned instead. The mothering instinct drove a lot of guys wild. "Do you need something to drink?"

"I'm well. My population is growing." Yeeeeeeah. "And you are a guest! You shouldn't be offering beverage. Would you like to hear about our chief exports?"

And then it dawned on Shelley. "Oh my god," she said, "you're high." She had gotten the impression that his drug issues were a thing of the past.

"Is there someone I should call? A sponsor or something?"

"Our elevation is 1,174 meters." That was totally what she meant, right?

Yeah, he was pretty much totally high.

"Sponsor for what?"

She sat down right next to him and moved to put a supportive arm around his shoulders. "Is this because I didn't call? Am I to blame?"

Of course she was, she thought. Her disappearance had obviously driven him off the deep end.

"Why do I keep doing this to men?" she asked herself.

Well, at least she seemed friendly.

"Whatever you're doing," Castiel, Switzerland noted, "our nation prefers to remain neutral. It's our policy on most things."

"Can I make it up to you somehow?" she inquired. "I make really great cupcakes," she lied. She was sure she could buy some somewhere.

Ooo, cupcakes.

Wait, what?

"We would of course welcome any gifts that visitors wish to bring."

"That settles it then," she stated with a nod of determination. "I will back myself back into your good graces."

And by bake, she means purchase baked things.

"So are you sure there is nobody I can call?"

"We have a municipal phone, if you feel you need to." Castiel pulled out his cellphone, which contained a grand total of two numbers: Chuck and Dean. "Of course, you'll need a calling card for long distance."

"Oh, I don't have one of those," she said with disappointment.

"Where do you live?" Perhaps she could walk him home.

"We're currently seated between a potted fern and a lounging cat," Castiel, Switzerland noted, then listed the latitude and longitude of the church.

This was hopeless. "How about if I just sit here with you for a while, then?" she asked.

"Maybe you can tell me, um, what your biggest export is."

Oddly enough, she had been listening and managed to catch on.

Castiel, Switzerland brightened considerably. "Of course! It's --" He frowned. "We actually don't have many. But we are very highly educated."

"Of course you are." She rolled her eyes. "Who is the your most famous citizen?"

She would just sit here and ask silly questions until Castiel started to come down.

[ooc: Bed! Morning coming way to early :(]

"The archeological site of Carschlingg," Castiel, Switzerland said, "is extremely important for the various levels of history represented. . . ."

He went on in that vein for quite some time, really, before he started to falter and blinked.

"Shelley." Oh dear. "Did I just think I was a town?"

[ooc: damn you morning! G'night!]

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