001 + THY KINGDOM COME [video]

[trenchcoatedly]

[There is an angel on the deck.]

[Well, not that you can tell. It's a man in a trenchcoat, a cheap suit, and a crooked tie. He's staring up into space, and then he looks over the long deck of the barge. Finally, he turns and faces the camera. He looks like he could use a nap.]

It's smaller than I expected.

It seems like whenever you sign up to do something......you're expected, immediately, to know how to do it, no matter what the scope. Maybe even the larger the scope, the less instruction you're given. Maybe that's intention. You should be expected to know how to live your life, but a simple ritual comes with easy instructions.

[He shakes his head, annoyed with himself.]

I....That was the wrong impression. My name is Castiel. I'm a warden.

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welcome wagonnnn

[strangehistorian]

Welcome to the Barge, Castiel. My name is Chromie.

[trenchcoatedly]

Thank you. Are you also a warden?

[strangehistorian]

Yep!

[darknessb4me]

Less boring than we usually get.

[trenchcoatedly]

I am many things, but boring does not usually apply.

[scentbombed]

[Angua is wearing what looks like chain mail, and her accent is sort of European, but also sort of... not.]

Unfortunately, Mister Castiel, you'll find there is no warden manual. As much as you might want one.

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel, oddly enough, has absolutely zero accent. It's a little strange.]

I didn't think there would be. There never is. It's always more difficult to do good.

But there's no such thing as not having an accent. ;_;

[scentbombed]

Weeelll.... yes, but also there's the fact that the inmates are, shall we say, unpredictable, the Admiral is unpredictable, the Barge itself is unpredictable, and just as you think you've got it all figured out anyway, everyone disappears.

[ivanova]

I'm pretty new to this whole warden thing as well. Pretty sure if we got instructions that'd defeat the whole purpose of-- [Ivanova's sitting in her quarters with a cup of coffee that she's nudging and not really drinking, her expression pensive as she gestures at everything.]

For a moment, I guess I though the Admiral was God giving me a loophole. {She finally takes a sip of coffee and grimaces.] Or a second chance.

[trenchcoatedly]

There are no loopholes when it comes to the Lord....not even with creatures powerful enough to make a place like this.

[He looks away, thoughtful, then back.]

But there are plenty of second chances in His infinite forgiveness.

[ivanova]

[Susan makes a wry face and glances upward, which is always the direction of God, right? Funny how people always do that.]

I'm not a fan of loopholes, too much crap follows through, sticks you, screws with everything and everyone in your life. [She looks down, then, into her coffee for a long while, thinking of Marcus, of Talia, of the people left behind in her universe.]

Second chances. [Her lips purse slightly as she flicks a glance at him.] Second chances feel selfish, hell, being here as a Warden feels selfish. [She sighs and raises her hands before dropping them to the table.] But I'm not about to argue with God. When you're given a chance, you take it, shut up, and do your best.

[captain_jtkirk]

What would be the right impression?

[trenchcoatedly]

I'd prefer to be seen as less confused.

[captain_jtkirk]

Everyone's confused when you show up. It's our brand of hazing.

[insolubleriddle]

We don't usually get this much pensive thinking in our new arrivals. It's not a bad first impression.

Welcome aboard, Castiel. [He says it more like Cassiel.]

[trenchcoatedly]

I can sometimes be pensive.

Castiel.

[insolubleriddle]

I would certainly hope so. We don't need more absentminded wardens.

Cas. Tiel. Cassiel is just that little bit more prominent in angel lore. I'll call you Cas, if you don't mind.

[notafuckingnut]

What's smaller than you expected? It's a boat in space. How big can it be?

[Have a Richie staring at you out of boredom, Cas.]

[trenchcoatedly]

A boat in space could, technically, be extremely large.

[ichoosefight]

You've made a bad assumption there, though. There isn't any "right" way to do it.

That, and you're mostly expected to wait around patiently until you're actually given an inmate.

[trenchcoatedly]

But there are plenty of wrong ways to do it.

[timesbureaucrat]

I'm Coordinator Narvin, also a warden.

You'll find that the Admiral isn't a particularly good superior and doesn't appear to believe in the usefulness of giving his subordinates information, or instructions, or protection.

[trenchcoatedly]

Hello, Narvin.

I'm accustomed to absent superiors.

[waketerror]

And considering that the Admiral is no where to be seen, you're pretty much expected to be on your best behavior. But seeing as how he's absent, I don't think he even keeps track of that.

Names Alan. Welcome aboard.

[trenchcoatedly]

I'm accustomed to absent superiors.

Thank you.