✖ Dante ✖ Mission Eight: Stationary

[albinoidiot]

[Someone is sitting near those huge windows that cover the walls of the second and third floor near the indoor pond inside the indoor racetrack. He's sitting there watching the rain pounding on the window a little robot sitting beside him wearing a dark blue scarf around it's head.]It's kind of weird to have all this rain without a single cloud in

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[Private]

[to_rebel]

If it is a choice between the two, I would rather play ping pong. [Which, he'll have you know, sounds completely ridiculous.

He's sober, by the way. Sober and still in a funk, but clawing his way out.

Also, he didn't say no outright. That should tell you something, Dante.]

[Private]

[albinoidiot]

Ping pong? Really? [He chuckles.]

Ping pong it is, but don't think you're going to get away from movie night, it's gonna happen because it's gonna happen, Cas.

[Private]

[to_rebel]

Ping pong. [A beat.] Which is a ridiculous name.

[Private]

[albinoidiot]

Yeah, it is. I have no clue who called it ping pong but I'm assuming it's playing on the sound the ball makes? You know, someone's interpretation?

[Private]

[to_rebel]

Then that person was an uninspired individual.

[Private]

[albinoidiot]

What are you talking about, that guy is awesome! He convinced the entire world to call some random sport something ridiculous. That takes a lot of skill, I think.

[Private]

[to_rebel]

[Pause.] It's still ridiculous.

[Private]

[albinoidiot]

It's hilarious. Hurry up, I'm all ready getting to the elevators.

[Private -- > Action]

[to_rebel]

[He doesn't even bother acknowledging that, Dante. He's just going to go over there; he's not quite up to teleporting around yet, so have an angel walking in your direction.]

[Action]

[albinoidiot]

[He eventually get's to the right floor and sniff's the air. Yep, he can tell there's an angel coming.]

Man, he really does stink.

[Action]

[to_rebel]

[Walking into a room to someone sniffing the air is, as Castiel is discovering, somewhat disconcerting. Aside from the presence that is Dante -- one which Castiel has to get used to, because he is Dean's friend -- Castiel feels nothing out of the ordinary.]

Is there a problem?

[Action]

[albinoidiot]

Nope. What side of the table do you want?

[Action]

[to_rebel]

Does that really matter?

[Action]

[albinoidiot]

Not really, I guess. Some people have a preference sometimes, though.

[Action]

[to_rebel]

[In response, Castiel simply steps to the nearest side of the table and... waits. Take the lead here, Dante. He'll follow -- up to a point.]

[Action]

[albinoidiot]

[And he walks to the other side, passing Castiel a paddle.]

I'll let you serve. You know, being a beginner and all.