I've tried everything. Every trick to see if I'm dreaming, stoned or whatever -- Either I've finally gone out of my mind, or I'm not in Kansas City anymore.
[ He huffs a laugh, pressing a wad of white something as a makeshift bandage against his palm and it's quickly staining red. This certainly wouldn't have been the first time Castiel has woken up
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[He's used to worse, but hey -- free medical treatment is a good deal and means he can hang onto his own gear for a little longer.]
Where the hell is Anatole?
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Do you, uh... know what's up with this mist I keep hearing about?
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[ She doesn't mean to sound so ominous. ]
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[He'll just start making his own assumptions. The first one being that the insane president decided to drop a nuke on one zone that was particularly white-hot with Croats, bystanders be damned.]
Is it a cloud of radiation or something?
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[ She has to think a moment. ]
No, I don't believe it's that.
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[Last he'd checked, no one was all that interested in bio or chemical warfare once the Croatoan virus swept across planet. So what's this mist thing really about?]
So if it's not that... what is it?
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[ Helpful, isn't she? ]
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How long have you been here--
...Hey, what's your name anyway?
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Listen... I keep hearing all this stuff about how there's no way out and people have been here for the better part of a year and all that. So uh, what's the story? I mean, why are we even here?
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