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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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[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.