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[deansangel918]

Who: deansangel918
What: Castiel is just sitting in a bar, watching people. Feel free to join him, bother him, or just tell the creepy guy in the trenchcoat to stop staring at you.
When: Evening
Where: at Lux
Warnings: None at this time.

Comments

[revyourharley]

[tempted? well, you can't be 'tempted' when it's someone else who's imposing on you. don't mind the blond and her bouncing pigtails as she slides into a chair next to him]

Wanna hear a joke?

['cause harley has a fiiiine memory.]

[deansangel918]

[Oh yes, he remembers her.]

Will you be angry if I don't laugh at it?

[revyourharley]

[she holds up a hand with her thumb and finger an inch apart.]

Thiiiiiis much, yeah.

[deansangel918]

Then I suppose you'll just have to take your chances.

[mashyspikes]

[What's a personality core doing in a bar, you ask? Certainly not drinking, since he has no mouth to do so. Certainly not sitting, since he's more or less nicely attached to the ceiling until further notice.

He's watching, too.

Everything about the Thor is of interest to the little core, especially since he's still a vaguely new arrival. Most of the crowd is conversing and drinking, but Wheatley spots someone who is not. This is of interest in itself.

He zips on over, on these odd little ceiling rails that seem to be just about everywhere on the Thor now. How convenient for him, honestly.]

[He'll stare, too.]

[deansangel918]

[Castiel has the oddest sensation of being watched. He can see or sense everyone in the bar, and no one seems to be paying that much attention to him.

Then he glances up and finds something hanging from the ceiling that wasn't there before.]

... Hello?

[mashyspikes]

[Wheatley blinks, then responds quickly when the stranger notices him hovering above him.

Awkward. Silly of him, to think no one would notice him just because he's on the ceiling.]

Er, hello there. Good evening. Ah. How... how are you?

[deansangel918]

I'm fine. [That seemed to be the standard response when people answer that question.]

Are you part of the ship?

[manicuredangel]

[Aziraphale is exploring a bit and steps into the bar. He has a book in hand. He looks around the bar and recognizes the familiar touch of divinity. He steps over to him.]

Castiel?

[deansangel918]

[Castiel acknowledges the other angel with a nod and a slight smile.]

Aziraphale.

[manicuredangel]

[He smiles a bit in relief, having only heard the other angel's voice before, he could very well be addressing some one else.]

Do you mind if I sit?

[deansangel918]

Not at all.

[There weren't that many angelic beings on the ship, but somehow they all seem to end up in Lux eventually.]

Are you finding your way around the ship?