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April Fools' Dance, An Abandoned Warehouse, Friday Night

The first arrivals to the warehouse would have found nothing - until the lights went on, dropping many shades of glitter down onto the floor. The glitter would stick around all night, almost-but-not-quite clashing with the colorful decor, though it did not seem to incite any boykissy.

Even if one of the janitors definitely took a shot at using it as an excuse.

There was a karaoke booth set up in the corner, and the rest of the party environment looked chaotic and incredibly merry. Reds, blues, and yellows had been thrown together like a crazy man had attacked the place with some paint.

Welcome to your April Fools' Dance, children, adults, and alumni.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up, have at! Arrival | Food and Drink | Shadowy Corners | Karaoke | Dance Floor | Bathrooms | OOC ]]

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Oh, what a question.

"Michael has been locked into the cage in Hell with Lucifer, leaving a power vacuum. I've attempted to fill it, but it's caused some . . . resentment. Mostly in Raphael. And his followers."

Resentment. Yeah. That was definitely the way to describe a civil war.

Chuck could actually follow that, if he thought of Heaven as a business rather than stuff he saw in movies. He couldn't help but look a little impressed that Cass was running things there.

"So how are Raphael and his friends showing their resentment?" Chuck asked. "I'm guessing they're not just writing angry letters."

"No, Raphael prefers rather more aggressive methods than that."

Mostly killing people. He was very vengeful, that way.

"Well that's completely unsurprising," Chuck said flatly. "Sounds like it sucks up there, Cass."

Castiel's shoulders twitched, in something that may or may not have been a shrug. "It's home."

Chuck offered Castiel a smile, kind of understanding where he was coming from. "Well I'm glad you managed to find time to come here. I kinda missed having you around."

"I actually had no intention of coming," Castiel said. "I seem to have trouble arriving in Fandom on purpose."

"Well I'm glad you're around anyway," Chuck said. "Probably for the best you don't show up too often. The last time I came here wasn't the most pleasant experience."

Castiel frowned. He tended to think of Fandom as something of a relief -- there were no apocalypses here, for one thing -- but he knew Chuck didn't always see it the same way. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Chuck shrugged. "It's done with now. One of my former friends got a little...vampire-y and tried to kill me. Ended up breaking my nose."

"Ah, old friends." Castiel well knew the trouble with old friends. "An old friend of mine faked his death and made off with all of Heaven's weapons so he could sell them."

Chuck lifted his eyebrows. "You have an old friend?"

Yes, that's what he focused on.

"I have many friends among the angels," Castiel said, a little defensively.

Then, after a moment, "Most of them really are dead."

"Ah, sorry." Now he felt bad. "I've just never heard you talk about your friends before."

"I wasn't aware I was supposed to."

"Well you don't have to," he allowed. "It just usually comes up in conversation when you've known someone for a while. Though I guess angels might do the whole friendship thing differently than humans. You guys don't go out and get drunk together, do you?"

"I'd never actually been drunk until I first came here."

"So what do angels do for fun then?"

"Obey the will of God," Castiel said automatically. ". . . Though Balthazar seems to prefer orgies."

"I would prefer the orgies as well," Chuck said. "Sounds like my kind of guy."

"Yes, you two might get along very well." Castiel tended to end up friends with the wild ones. "Just don't let him sell you anything."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said. "If this is the guy selling Heaven's weapons then I doubt I'm the type he'd try to sell stuff to anyway."

"He sold one to a young boy already."

Balthazar was, as Dean would put it, kind of a dick.

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