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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]

I suppose you could say that he's both, but this one is kinder. I think you'd like him.

[ He tips his head in the slightest nod. ] Sam and Dean and Jo, and a demon--not a friend. You could say that they were mine. And you?

[enchangement]

Simon, her brother. [ It's said with fond exasperation. ] He's a doctor.

There are others. New additions to hopefulness? But Simon is the only one from home.

[strangelic]

Then I'll meet him, if he comes to the clinic. I'm a healer.

[ Magic hands!!! Simon is gonna love that. ]

New additions, yes. New friends. [ He leans in slightly. ] You'll make some here as well, but home is special.

[enchangement]

He will go to the clinic. [ She has no doubts about that. ] Recognition should be immediate. Genius. Sometimes stuffy. Probably worried about everyone.

[ Because that's the better description than talking about his clothes or his looks. ]

New family, too. [ She grins and wraps her arms around herself. ] It's good. A terrible place, but good. Do you miss the stars too?

[strangelic]

I see. He'll make friends as well, in that case.

[ And that was the most important thing. ]

I miss the bees more than the stars.

[enchangement]

Sometimes it's hard for him.

Oh.

But.

Pollinators. How are we eating?

[strangelic]

That's what I wondered too.

The gods make the flowers grow, and the fruits. The fruit is new. I miss the bees, and the butterflies, and the hum of happy mosquitoes.

[enchangement]

Bloodsuckers with wings.

[ Said with no malice whatsoever, but still. Bees and butterflies and mosquitoes. She wonders if they wouldn't thrive here. Or if the gods don't understand what they are. ]

Someday we'll return to what was.

[strangelic]

They said that it's too many lives. Beyond their power. Which is comforting--don't you think so?

Maybe it will. Maybe we don't want it to.