006 + FOR GOD HAS NOT DESTINED US FOR WRATH [text]

[trenchcoatedly]

That was quite unpleasant. I must admit, I think I'll refrain from exploring ports in the future.

If you're here, boy, you're forgiven.

Due to my discomfort with speaking, I'll be pushing the service back to next Saturday; it will take place on the deck. I hope this isn't too inconvenient for anyone.

Buffy, were you a victim of the port?

Richie, I've read your file.

Comments

[can_has_vodka]

Do you need anything for it, love?

[text]

[notafuckingnut]

...Okay...?

If you're my warden now I kind of figured.

[ALL the uncertain. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.]

[umgekehrt]

You didn't make it?

[Spam-ish]

[yeahscience]

[In the middle of the night, after the pairing announcement, Castiel gets a note shoved under his door. There's no signature, and it's messy, written left-handed because he heard once that makes it harder to identify.]

The Barge hasn't made him stop. Lock your animal inmate up before he hurts somebody else.

text, private

[surrenders]

[ She's never really alone, but she heard the announcement and has to say something, so text it is for her. No one can hear what you write, right? ]

don't know if I should ask this but how up to date is his file

I'm his friend

[Private]

[slayage]

[Buffy is not okay. Not, not okay. Apart from a little bit of odd attitude she's hiding it pretty well though.] I didn't die if that's what you mean.