001 † Job 18:10 † Video

[trenchcoatism]

[Hello, Abax. Have an uncomfortable close-up of a bright blue eye. The feed quickly pans out to reveal an affronted Castiel, his eyes squinting and head cocked at a slight angle. His expression is one of anger boiling beneath confusion, lips pressed firmly together in displeasure.]

Whoever has managed to trap me here, I demand to be released.

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[typicalsoldier]

You might be a little cold if you walk around naked. [He tried it, okay.]

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[trenchcoatism]

[What is cold? Then again, maybe it's this strange numb feeling creeping into his limbs.] I suspect this would be true.

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[typicalsoldier]

Do you need clothes? Everyone's been stock piling them since we've arrived.

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[trenchcoatism]

I've been trying to find some, yes. I was told there are stores in the city, but if people are hoarding garments...

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[typicalsoldier]

Not really hoarding. Plus there are tons of stores. They're not far from the hospital.

[trenchcoatism]

That is good to hear.

What... is the common dress for this place?

[typicalsoldier]

Pants, shirt, coat. Whatever.