The Angel's Roost

[trenchcoatsarecool]

Who: Castiel and anybody who wants to attend a room warming party.
Where: First floor, room 005.
When: April 14
Rating: PG
Summary: Castiel's discovering his room for the first time.
The Story:

As confusing as this 'Wonderland' place was turning out to be, Castiel felt as if he needed some place that he could settle into and get his bearings. Not that there were any real bearings to be had here. Everything seemed to not make any sense, physically or otherwise, and that was saying something, considering he could see in more dimensions than a human.

He can't imagine how confusing it must be to beings operating in only three dimensions. Then again, humans always have had a fairly impressive way of adapting to their surroundings.

The pamphlet he'd found had mentioned that there were rooms available, so he'd made his way down the hallways of the mansion until he'd found a room that just sort of... called to him. Inexplicably. Which hadn't taken long at all, considering he'd found it on a room marked 005 on the first floor.

That had been fifteen minutes ago, and he's still standing in the entrance of his room and just staring at the contents. There is a small, fluffy animal in a little cage on the dresser. Why is there a small, fluffy animal here? Where did it come from?

And why is there a wardrobe full of identical trench coats?

There's no bed, simply because he has no need of sleep, but the chair looks rather comfortable. And considering his complete lack of need for food, there's also no kitchen or bathroom, save a sink and mirror. It is, for all intents and purposes, what appears to simply be a place to store trench coats and keep a hamster.

But why is there a hamster?

He backs up and looks out into the hallway again, wondering if perhaps he's incorrect about this whole thing and maybe this isn't meant to be his room and the pamphlet is wrong. It would be good if there was someone to ask.

Comments

[araneidal]

There's a quick beat of silence, and Natasha corrects herself, 'Very well, what can't you do? Aside from leave here.'

[trenchcoatsarecool]

"Tell jokes, for one thing, or so my human companions have told me. I also can't possess a human without permission or create an item from nothing or read human minds." There are other things, but they would reveal weaknesses he isn't interested in exposing.

[araneidal]

Some poor man is being possessed? Castiel did say permission, and she doesn't think he's mistaken about that, but he's not fully forthcoming. Natasha narrows her eyes a little, calmly searching.

'Oh, very funny,' she says, finally. 'I think you'll improve when you spend more time with humans. How long have you been — wherever you came from?'

[trenchcoatsarecool]

"What do you mean? How long have I been on Earth? I set foot on it when life first tried crawling out of the ocean. There wasn't much reason to go down to it before then. I'd looked at it, but not explored."

Maybe that's not what she means, though? It's an odd, confusing question

[araneidal]

It was. Natasha clarifies. 'How long have you spent amongst humans? I wouldn't think it was acceptable for an angel to be walking around with the rest of us.'

[trenchcoatsarecool]

"How long have I had my vessel, you mean? Half a year. I have had business on Earth and it has proved invaluable." Jimmy Novak's body has proven a suitable, stable vessel for him. He is grateful for that.

[araneidal]

Whatever business an angel has on Earth, it can't be good news, and it doesn't involve her. Natasha nods. 'I'm sorry, but it'll need to wait. There's no way out of Wonderland that we know.'

[trenchcoatsarecool]

"How long have you been here? How long has this place existed?" He wonders if it's a relatively recent creation, made by some power that he doesn't yet understand.

He moves towards the hamster cage, bending over to study the creature inside. "Why are you here?" he asks it.

[araneidal]

'I've been here seven months. The longest I know is four years — there's records that go back further. You can ask the librarian.'

She peers at the hamster. 'They probably thought it was funny.'

[trenchcoatsarecool]

"The librarian? I will seek out this individual. Thank you for your advice."

He opens the cage, carefully reaching inside to pluck out the hamster, which noses at his hand and then sits in his palm. "'They' have an odd sense of humor. This isn't funny at all. I don't know how to care for a hamster."

[araneidal]

'There'll probably be a book on that in the library,' Natasha replies. She looks it over curiously, no, seems perfectly normal and not at all likely to suddenly grow or breathe fire. 'You can get food from the closet if you request it.'

[trenchcoatsarecool]

"It seems to have enough for now." Very, very carefully, he strokes the top of the creatures head with his thumb. "I suppose it is sort of cute."

Then he turns back to face the woman. "Thank you for answering my questions, Natasha." She's at least given him another lead to pursue.

[araneidal]

'You're welcome,' she says, simply. 'Do you want to know about anything else?'

[trenchcoatsarecool]

"There are plenty of things I want to know, but I suspect that I won't have it all answered in one day." He has patience. He'll find Dean and Sam and together they'll work on getting out of here.

"I will head to the library, as you suggested."