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thursdays_angel) wrote2009-09-04 09:17 pm
thursdays_angel) wrote2009-09-04 09:17 pm
Baseball Team Meeting.
Castiel has had a new opportunity to make signs, and multicolored flyers have gone up all over the bar.
There will be a Team Meeting
for those playing with Castiel
on the baseball diamond, beginning at 4 o’clock
On the appointed day, he sets up his meeting at the baseball diamond. Castiel has witnessed meetings like this before. And he has prepared accordingly.
A beverage called Kool Aid seems to be popular, so Castiel has provided three large pitchers’ worth—one red, one purple, one green—along with paper cups. And several boxes worth of cookies. Some upended crates from the building supplies serve as makeshift tables. There is also a selection of bats and a bucket of balls laid out by the bleachers, and extra copies of the rule book Meg has compiled.
Castiel—as ever, in his trench coat--stands a little apart, hands clasped behind his back. He’s not quite sure what to say. Addressing assemblies has never really been a part of his job description.
He clears his throat.
“Hello,” he says. “Welcome to the team meeting.”
So far, so good.
“The purpose of this meeting is to become acquainted, so that we may go forth into the game with a sense of camraderie. This way we may talk, and, if we wish, practice together.”
Castiel nods deicisively.
Clearly, the celestial chain of command is not good at delivering the warm, fuzzy speeches. But it’s a start.
[OOC: For the players and their muns to have a good time. Go forth, handwave, play, mingle, enjoy!]
for those playing with Castiel
on the baseball diamond, beginning at 4 o’clock
On the appointed day, he sets up his meeting at the baseball diamond. Castiel has witnessed meetings like this before. And he has prepared accordingly.
A beverage called Kool Aid seems to be popular, so Castiel has provided three large pitchers’ worth—one red, one purple, one green—along with paper cups. And several boxes worth of cookies. Some upended crates from the building supplies serve as makeshift tables. There is also a selection of bats and a bucket of balls laid out by the bleachers, and extra copies of the rule book Meg has compiled.
Castiel—as ever, in his trench coat--stands a little apart, hands clasped behind his back. He’s not quite sure what to say. Addressing assemblies has never really been a part of his job description.
He clears his throat.
“Hello,” he says. “Welcome to the team meeting.”
So far, so good.
“The purpose of this meeting is to become acquainted, so that we may go forth into the game with a sense of camraderie. This way we may talk, and, if we wish, practice together.”
Castiel nods deicisively.
Clearly, the celestial chain of command is not good at delivering the warm, fuzzy speeches. But it’s a start.
[OOC: For the players and their muns to have a good time. Go forth, handwave, play, mingle, enjoy!]
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Grace looks thoroughly skeptical.
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"I have never seen God. Nor spoken to Him."
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"So how can you be so damn sure he and his plan exist? Other people tell you he does, sure. Where's the proof?"
What reason does someone like her have to believe?
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It's as simple as that for Castiel. He has never doubted in the existence of his Father.
"It is not a matter for proof. If it were, there would be no need for faith."
Castiel looks around the ball field with a slight smile on his face.
"But if you require some evidence....how else would we be having this conversation at all?"
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She likes being difficult, but most times she doesn't need to try. At this rate, Earl's gonna have to buy Castiel that rum and lemonade. Perhaps two.
"You sayin' God has something to do with me -- us -- being here?"
A hand gesture indicates the baseball diamond, then the bar.