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Post by Zaxal on Feb 16, 2013 23:13:24 GMT -5
Sonora's cheeping was what brought him out of his sleep. He could feel her muzzle in his hair, smoothing it into place before she nudged him again, the message quite clear. Wake up, Carlton. He rolled over, reaching for the furs to pull them over himself and, instead, found himself touching someone else.
His eyes snapped open, and he scrambled out of the bed, wincing as Sonora screeched unhappily at his sudden movements. "Sonora," he hissed, and the green sat up on her haunches, eyes whirring red as she made another pathetic, angry cry.
"Hush," he said, holding out his hand. Sonora flew to it instantly, her claws digging into his skin as she scurried up to his shoulder, hissing quiet irritation. Carlton rolled his eyes. "You're fine."
She chattered at him angrily before tucking her head beneath his chin and gripping his neck with her tail. "See? Told you so." She wasn't impressed with his logic, nipping as his ear before winding around him comfortably, still making annoyed noises at the other man in the room.
"Sonora," he chided quietly. This wasn't even his room. She had no right to be upset that there was someone else in the bed with him. Though he had more than enough to be angry that he had woken up someplace he wasn't meant to.
Thinking back to the night before, all he could remember was sourly deciding that getting very drunk had brought him here, so getting very drunk would obviously send him back. He didn't have a hangover, near as he could tell.
But that didn't explain the convenient lack of time and the strange room he'd woken up in and the stranger he'd woken up next to. Instead of confronting either of those, he decided to go for the obvious, walking quickly towards the door and intending to get out as soon as possible.
Instead, he pushed on the door, and it didn't give. Carlton's eyes widened, and he put more weight on it, but it held solid. He rammed his shoulder into it again, but it didn't so much as budge. Great.
He turned around quickly, deciding to confront the second part of his current predicament first. "Who are you, and what am I doing here?"
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Post by kthehuman on Feb 17, 2013 1:17:01 GMT -5
Castiel was deeply asleep - a first, if he was to be honest - when he was abruptly awakened by a loud screeching noise. He was laying on his back when his eyes snapped open. He assumed it was Seraphim, who had been sleeping curled up on his stomach. He looked down - wide-eyed, heart still racing in panic - to find that she was just rousing as well. She seemed less panicky. If it wasn't you, then-
Just as that thought was forming, a person passed by the foot of his bed - at which point Castiel realized that he was not in his own bed; it was somewhat larger than the bed he was used to. He and Seraphim regarded each other for a moment. Castiel sat up, picking Seraphim up and placing her on his shoulder as she cooed. They watched the man, who had his own firelizard, as he tried to open the door. It appeared he was having some trouble, as he eventually resorted to throwing his shoulder against it. Castiel didn't see this as being very helpful, and regarded him sourly - head tilted and eyes narrowed. Then the man turned and asked him a question; that's when he recognized him from their first day on Pern. Carlton is the man's name, if he was correct.
Yawning, Castiel pondered what had occurred last night. Dean has convinced him to try alcohol again, since he was now "mojo-less," as Dean had said. Not being used to alcohol in his human state, Castiel had gotten sufficiently drunk after just a few tankards of wine. After that, it seemed his memory was failing him. "I am Castiel-" he had to stop himself from saying 'angel of the Lord,' as it appeared most humans did not take to it well. "I believe we arrived on this planet together, if memory serves. However, my memory of last night is failing me; I do not know why either of us is here." He stood up and walked over to the door as he spoke, trying to open it for himself. Seraphim wrapped her tail around his neck and clung gently to his shoulder for support. He turned slowly to the other man, regarding him with a blank expression. "It appears that we are stuck here."
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Post by Zaxal on Feb 17, 2013 13:19:05 GMT -5
Now that he was sitting up and awake, Carlton vaguely recognized the guy that had fallen out of the sky shortly after he'd woken up in the desert and met up with quite a few of the other people who weren't from Pern.
Castiel. The name reminded him, and Carlton nodded, remembering. "Yeah," he said, no less calm because of the vague familiarity, though he felt a little safer. Castiel was as lost here as he was, and that made him feel less unbalanced. They were on even footing if nothing else.
The calm manner Castiel had while trying to open the door bothered him more than a little. But remembering back to that first day, Castiel hadn't seemed exceptionally worried about the fact that he'd fallen out of the sky that day, either. That kind of calm pissed him off, but being angry wasn't going to solve their problems.
But that logic hadn't ever governed his emotions before. He realized he was pacing the second time he'd turned around, and he forced himself to slow, taking a deep breath and looking at Castiel. "You don't remember anything from last night either?"
Someone had to have locked them in. Or blocked the door. He looked at Sonora -- maybe she could do the little dragon teleporty thing to go get help? Sensing his idea, she made a pathetic little whine and scrambled close to him with another nuzzle. Going between was still new to her, and his lack of confidence in giving her directions certainly wasn't helping her learn.
Carlton silently reminded himself to look for someone who could help him train her and frowned, feeling the need to clarify his own position. "I remember trying to get drunk, but that's about it."
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Post by kthehuman on Feb 26, 2013 20:29:00 GMT -5
Seraphim nudged Castiel's face as he watched Carlton pacing. He noticed a rumbling sound coming from her abdomen; her hunger made transferred over to him, causing him to notice his own empty stomach. Castiel stole a quick glance around the room, frowning. He turned to her, petting her chin with his forefinger softly, murmuring, "We'll find some...you will just have to wait for a short while, Sera." She let out a low coo, and stretched out on his shoulder before taking flight to investigate the side table. There was a distinctly mischievous air about the way she was poking around the drawers.
"All I remember from last night is getting drunk, as well," Castiel finally addressed the now-still Carlton. "Dean, a friend of mine, wanted to see what I was like in such an altered state." He stopped at that. What had happened to Dean? He had promised to look after Castiel if he got too drunk, since neither of them really knew how much he could take. And yet, he was locked in a room with a stranger with no idea of how he got there. Castiel decided that he would find Dean as soon as they got out of the room to find out what he knew.
A heated glare from the open, top drawer of the side table reminded him that they were getting food first. Then he could look for Dean.
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Post by Zaxal on Mar 1, 2013 23:03:00 GMT -5
"Great. Fantastic." He couldn't blame Castiel for being as clueless as he was, but he could certainly be frustrated that neither of them remembered anything. He silently questioned Sonora, but her memory was dodgy at the best of times, and all she could provide him was the knowledge that she was concerned with the way things had gone last night. Concerned for him.
He appreciated that, but it didn't currently help their situation. "Your buddy wouldn't lock you in here with me as a practical joke, would he?" It was a long shot, but it couldn't hurt to ask. Maybe the blue that the other had wound be able to teleport to his friend and get help?
"If she knows Dean, she may be able to home in on him. Get us some help."
As for him? He didn't really have friends. If he sent Sonora after Leonard then maybe -- just maybe -- she'd be able to find him. The question was whether or not he would come and help and, being realistic with himself, it wasn't going to happen.
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Post by kthehuman on Mar 2, 2013 16:44:03 GMT -5
Castiel considered his question. Would Dean consider this situation funny? His mind brought up the many stories of prank wars between Dean and Sam - many of which he failed to see the humor in. Perhaps he had decided it was time for Castiel to join in, as well. "Yes, it is possible that he did this to be funny," Castiel said with a frown.
Considering the course of action that Carlton suggested, Castiel realized they still hadn't been taught how to train the firelizards; the thought had slipped his mind entirely these past few days. However, he did learn a few things from Haelyn. "I don't believe they can go to people. However..." his voice trailed off as he approached Seraphim. "Seraphim," she looked up at him from the drawer, where she was going through several layers of linen. "I need you to go between. Go back to the place you were born if you must. Then, go find Dean," he projected several images of Dean to make sure she remembered him, "and bring him to us." Castiel then imagined Dean and Seraphim opening the door that leads to Castiel and Carlton. Seraphim blinked at him a few times, then leapt out of the drawer, flew up toward the ceiling, and disappeared.
"Well," he said as he turned to Carlton, "we can only hope she remembers what she's doing."
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Post by Zaxal on Mar 4, 2013 18:22:59 GMT -5
Sonora watched her sister leap into the air, following directions easily and vanishing between. She huffed slightly at Carlton, grumbling. He understood easily enough -- she could do anything any of the other firelizards could do, she could do it!
He knew she could, but they both weren't very solid on the how aspects of it, and until then, they'd wait. Be prepared rather than be sorry. The green grumbled again and shifted uneasily on his shoulder, wondering if she shouldn't take measures into her own forefeet.
Carlton nodded firmly at Castiel, making a mental note to somehow report the miscreant who thought it was funny to go rounding up drunk people and locking them in rooms with each other. Those were the actions of teenagers at parties, and it rarely -- if ever -- ended well.
"In case she doesn't, we need to figure out a backup plan." Carlton said, scowling at the door. "Any bright ideas?"
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Post by kthehuman on Mar 4, 2013 19:36:30 GMT -5
Castiel looked around the room carefully, looking for anything that could be of use; the scarcely furnished room didn't hold much promise. He went over to the drawers that Seraphim had been going through, considering all possible escapes as he looked. "If we were still on Earth and I was still connected to Heaven, it would be no trouble; I could either blow the door off it's hinges or transport us out of the room to another location. As it is, I do not see a viable solution from within the room." He stopped looking through the drawers - which contained mostly clothing - and looked at Carlton. The man was giving him an incredulous look. Castiel tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed, "Is something wrong?"
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