+ Wanted to get it real home-like... +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: ANYT-- Friday, February 20 to Monday, February 23
Rating: An average PG-13? (Consider warning for explicit sexual or violent content in your thread's subject line)
Summary:
For the duration of this event each character will discover that their room has been replaced with one of their own memories, one that they find themselves particularly happy or "at home" in. More information can be found here.

This log is an opportunity for your characters to describe the memory playing in their room, so that other characters might visit, and watch the scene unfold. To help browse the collection better, please include your character's name, and their room number in the subject line (e.g. Seta Souji - 100, 6th floor) of your top-level comment.

Rooms/Comments may be locked to certain people, or be available for all to see & visit. Log participation is completely and entirely voluntary.

Have fun!

Comments

[freewill]

What Bobby may or may not be researching likely isn't the point. It's just like Sam to fixate on that detail, but what really matters is the familiarity of it all. That it was something comfortable, something Sam had learned to take for granted before it all got ripped away.

It appears that Castiel's room is one of the few that isn't entirely bittersweet, that isn't populated with ghosts.

"It sounds pleasant," Castiel agrees. It would allow him a nice reprieve from everything else going on in the mansion right now. He's had to view a few of his sibling's rooms and that's been something of a trial.

Not to mention the other half of this event. Castiel lets out a sigh and glances over at Sam again. "Have you noticed that some of your emotions are not your own lately?"

[ofletters]

Well, that's a concerning question. Sam does a double-take at Cas, raising a brow in a sort of dubious, almost concerned expression.

"Uh-- No?" But as he answers... there's a weird twinge just beneath the surface, and, oddly, what the angel said makes sense with some of what he's been experiencing. Yes, he's enjoying being in this memory, has liked what he's seen in others', but... it's true, there've been a few moments when what he was seeing, talking about, or even thinking has not added up to what's bubbling beneath the surface.

It isn't worrying, exactly, but it's confusing.

"... Actually, yeah, maybe. A little. I thought it was just me."

As it usually is.

[freewill]

Of course Sam would assume that. He's been through so much as a hunter, has been yanked this way or that, plagued with addictions or a literal devil on his shoulder. It had also taken some time for Castiel to put the pieces together, but after enough time spent around Crowley, it had become painfully clear.

"It seems that everyone's affected," he says, exhaling a small sigh as he shifts away from the scene of his memory. As if he doesn't want to taint it with more unfortunate news.

"Actually pinpointing who you're linked to might take some luck, however." Castiel's not sure if some people are being paired off with complete strangers, but he certainly wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.

[ofletters]

"Yeah; it isn't like we can just say 'who else is feeling vaguely nostalgic' and figure it out that way."

He admits a sigh, leaning back in his seat with a slight frown.

"D'you know who your... person is, yet?" Is that the right word? Sam glances out into the memory scene for a moment, trying to figure out if there'd been anything telling in his own thoughts and emotions since the rooms changed, but... no, not really. Something was different, but not enough so that he could identify it so quickly.

[freewill]

The moment that question is asked, it's as if all the air's been sucked out of Castiel. His shoulders slump, his head bows, but as much as he wishes it weren't the case, this is the state of things. It may be for the best that Sam knows, so that he doesn't take any sudden mood swings to heart.

"Crowley," he says with the most long-suffering sigh he can muster. "Demons are a maelstrom of feelings, it turns out." Not that he's that surprised by that revelation. They were once human, after all.

If Sam hadn't picked up on his misplaced feelings, then perhaps he's been paired off with someone less moody. Which is something Castiel can be glad for -- Sam deserves a break.

[ofletters]

Oh. Well. As much as it isn't an enormous surprise, Sam raises his brows and nods slowly, trying to imagine what a scene with Cas and Crowley, emotions swapped, would play out like.

And then stops. Yikes.

"... Gotcha. And, yeah, they're a maelstrom of... something."

He'd seen Crowley's 'emotions' firsthand as they'd tried to cure him and then in the following relapse. It had been disturbing, to say the least.

"You okay? I mean, is it... uh, bad?"

[freewill]

It is bad, in that it's a lot to try and fend off when he's also trying to put his attention to the various memories that have sprung up, but it's not as if he'd outright tell Sam that.

"I'm learning to manage it," he replies instead, with a small shrug. There's not much else that can be done about the situation until the event has passed, and if nothing else, Castiel has learned how to endure things.

"He's jealous a lot. And angry," he admits. Sometimes Castiel will feel an emotion he's familiar with, but it will be a different brand of it, like it's drawn in another shade from what he's used to. It's strange, to say the least.

"If your condition isn't as noticeable, then you should be glad for it."