Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday morning
Mildred, the woman who came to clean the rectory on Tuesdays, had helpfully informed Castiel that, as the new religious leader, he'd be expected to give sermons. She hadn't mentioned that these traditionally happened on Sundays, so Castiel had decided to live up to his given title and give them on Thursdays.
He'd even sat down to plan out just what he would say for the first one. He was going to go with what he and Morgan had discussed, in regards to humanity's free will, and how you couldn't expect God or His angels, who had better things to do, to swoop in and stop every guy who got it in his head that he should cheat on his wife. Or, you know, kill people. It was going to be eloquent. It was going to be as passionate as an angel of his canon could be. It was going to move people.
It was not going to go according to plan.
He was quite surprised when he opened his mouth to speak and the electric guitar started up. And then, of course, the choir started.
Banned from the end of the world, they sang.
I've no millenial fear,
the future is here, it comes every year
He turned to ask them to please be quiet, but instead found himself inexplicably singing.
If you want me there, I'll play forever dear
Open up the box a new life rushes out
Nasty little bug, much work to be done
Eat all the numbers up, we're 00 gone!
And the choir continued: Hot hot, go back, these eyes are shut!
Castiel turned his eyes towards the heavens, as if to say "why have you chosen to punish me?" If you want it, I'll come right over
then throw me out when the party's over
Banned sang the choir, swaying to the music from the end of your world
We can bottle time and sell it back
It's a nostalgic crime!
And Castiel sang on, even as he attempted to stare at his own host's mouth. If you want me there, we'll party without fear
A new world rushes on and we'll just play along
A night of revelry spend it here with me
For so many dreams cannot be contained
Banned from the end of the world
The future is here, look in the mirror
The last notes faded out and Castiel felt the urge to sing leave him. The church seemed strangely silent in its wake. Castiel looked out over the pews for a long moment. He cleared his throat, nodded solemnly to the choir, then turned and walked away from the pulpit as fast as he could without losing his dignity.
If you needed the angel, he'd be out in the graveyard where, at the very least, he wouldn't have back up singers.
[ooc: Open!]
He'd even sat down to plan out just what he would say for the first one. He was going to go with what he and Morgan had discussed, in regards to humanity's free will, and how you couldn't expect God or His angels, who had better things to do, to swoop in and stop every guy who got it in his head that he should cheat on his wife. Or, you know, kill people. It was going to be eloquent. It was going to be as passionate as an angel of his canon could be. It was going to move people.
It was not going to go according to plan.
He was quite surprised when he opened his mouth to speak and the electric guitar started up. And then, of course, the choir started.
Banned from the end of the world, they sang.
I've no millenial fear,
the future is here, it comes every year
He turned to ask them to please be quiet, but instead found himself inexplicably singing.
If you want me there, I'll play forever dear
Open up the box a new life rushes out
Nasty little bug, much work to be done
Eat all the numbers up, we're 00 gone!
And the choir continued: Hot hot, go back, these eyes are shut!
Castiel turned his eyes towards the heavens, as if to say "why have you chosen to punish me?" If you want it, I'll come right over
then throw me out when the party's over
Banned sang the choir, swaying to the music from the end of your world
We can bottle time and sell it back
It's a nostalgic crime!
And Castiel sang on, even as he attempted to stare at his own host's mouth. If you want me there, we'll party without fear
A new world rushes on and we'll just play along
A night of revelry spend it here with me
For so many dreams cannot be contained
Banned from the end of the world
The future is here, look in the mirror
The last notes faded out and Castiel felt the urge to sing leave him. The church seemed strangely silent in its wake. Castiel looked out over the pews for a long moment. He cleared his throat, nodded solemnly to the choir, then turned and walked away from the pulpit as fast as he could without losing his dignity.
If you needed the angel, he'd be out in the graveyard where, at the very least, he wouldn't have back up singers.
[ooc: Open!]