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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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(Earl is inventive.)
"He's one of your brothers, as you say," Grace snorts. Angel family reunions must be real humdingers. "Got the wings and everything. You do know that 'please GOD let there be a heavy hitter on our team' I let out earlier wasn't, like... for real, right?"
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There is a beat of silence.
"Not that there is anything wrong with praying for a victorious game."
So long as one acknowledges that such a prayer may be far down on the heavenly ranks of importance.
Castiel tilts his head at Grace.
"I find it interesting. That there are so many other angels here that I am not familiar with. And ones that are purported to spend time on Earth."
Or at least versions of Earth.
"I have not walked upon Earth in a form such as this in over two thousand years."
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God cares that she's sleeping with Ham, but not that her nephew is growing up without a mom? Bullshit.
"Yeah. Earl's all over Earth, so he says. Everyday." She rolls her eyes, then looks incredulous. "Two thousand years? Get out. Man, you must really be craving a drink."
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Big things. Small things. For want of a nail a kingdom was lost.
For want of a mother, some young men will grow up immersed in the very darkness they may be destined to hold back from consuming the world.
"I do not require food or drink. Nor do I crave it. But I have been offered it here."
And hospitality is not a thing to be refused lightly.
"Coffee. And lemonade. And rum."
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As she's lighting her smoke: "Put the rum in the lemonade. I guarantee a religious experience."
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It's good to be open to new things.
As for the other...
Humanity, from its beginnings, has wrestled with this matter of faith.
"God has a plan," he says, with certainty. "From where we stand, it is difficult to see. It can look a great deal like chaos. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't exist."
Humans, with their short lives, can often only catch snatches and hints. Even angels, with eons to watch things unfold, can see only parts of the pattern.
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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.