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[strangelic]

[ Castiel is backlit by several lanterns, and is clearly at the bar. And has a glass of something in his hand. He's trying to look more confident than he feels, when he pasted on a big white smile for the camera.

A weird smile, but he doesn't do it very often. You're supposed to smile when you invite people to a party. ]

While the lights are out, you are all invited to congregate at the bar for uh...for drinks and games, and, um, so that you don't have to be alone.

[ That's all. The log is here! Come and play drinking games with your Murdercave friends! ]

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[strangelic]

It's Castiel--and I'm not a god, if that's what you're implying, at least not any more.

So let me see if I understand this. Sausages in this case refers to the presence of uneven quantities of penises?

[ Yep. ]

Can you not have fun with members of your own gender? I've never had any problem with it before, but then...

[fulminants]

[ what ]

What'd you mean 'not anymore'? You mean you were a god?

[ dude that's AWESOME. Also freaky. But mostly awesome. ] Penises, pretty much -- it's gross when you put it that way, though.

Listen, you have more fun with the ladies. Guys are great and all, but you -- [ He pauses again, gives him a once-over carefully. ] Are you gay?

[ Because in that case you can probably have as much fun with members of your own gender................. ]

[strangelic]

[ He looks guilty, ashamed even, lowering his eyes away from the camera. It's not at the gay comment, it's at the god one. ]

In a manner of speaking. I was possessed by monsters. They gave me godlike abilities, the power to smite archangels, and take over Heaven, but they ultimately poisoned and corrupted.

[ When he raises his eyes again, it's a little less intent and joyous. ]

I don't have any preferences. It's not something that has ever seemed relevant until now, in fact. Angels are absent of physical gender, although generally speaking we do have some preference.

[fulminants]

Dude, that's so cool!

[ Godlike powers and smiting archangels? Sign him up for that shit. ] The other things are less cool, though. Sorry to hear that.

[ He's sympathetic, because that has got to seriously suck. Nonetheless, when the conversation turns back to the gender thing, he shrugs. ] Hey, you like whoever you like, buddy. [ But he really is fascinated with the angel thing and mostly -- ] Wait, where was God in all of that? There is a God, right?

[strangelic]

[ He nods, but that's all the answer he gives to the sorry. He had successfully managed to avoid spilling the details of all of that misery to the network just a couple of weeks ago, after all--not that he's hiding it, but it's become repetitious. ]

No. No, I'm afraid not. My Father abandoned us a long time ago. That's why there was warring in Heaven.

[fulminants]

Aw, man. You mean God just... split?

[ Because what even... ] What were you guys fighting about, anyway?

[strangelic]

With no explanation. I had never even seen him.

[ A pause. How to explain this that doesn't take forever... ]

We averted the apocalypse, my friends and I, but the last archangel, Raphael, wished to free his brothers from their prison; a gesture that would have resulted in a war between Heaven and Lucifer that scorched the Earth. It was for that that we resisted--that I led a faction against my own kind.

[ His tone drops into something sadder by the end, as though he regrets it sincerely. ]