Wednesday, December 21st, The Midnight Channel (Last Night!)

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Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Wednesday December 21st
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?

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[paterelohim]

[Chuck's incredibly, disgustingly glad that he went to another room to watch some of these broadcasts- that he didn't have to be sitting next to Castiel while that fucking happened. That he doesn't have to pretend to not be frozen to the couch, shaking with something that could either be horror or rage.

That thing- that. That.]

No. [Softly, almost stunned, to the empty room.] No. No. [That's not Him. Even in the beginning, He loved them. He knows He did... right?

(even now the memories are slow, it's all caught up- judgment and wrath and mercy tangled together until He can't separate the flood from the rainbow, the dozen times He lovingly forgave Israel weighed against the one time He threw a child to damnation.)

No. He loved them. He still loves them, he's positive.]

No. That isn't me. That's never been me.

[He can't go out there. That would just piss It off more.

...He has to go out there. He doesn't have a choice. That thing is some kind of twisted non-reflection of Him. If it has power anything like Him then the island is in a lot of fucking trouble. Non-interference is one thing, but this? This isn't a fair part of it. Chuck knows he has an obligation to clean this piece of shit up.

Which is why, against every fiber of his better judgment, Chuck gets on his coat and walks right the fuck out into the Darkness to hunt down a God.]