And my motives used to be so pure.

I wonder if the Admiral has ever chosen a warden or inmate incorrectly. Has there ever been a warden who was unkind and vicious? I'm well-aware that someone can be a good person while being unfriendly at some points, or narrow-minded, but I wonder. Likewise, has their ever been an inmate that was righteous and good?

And that inmates return as wardens... I wonder if all inmates upon graduation become this good. Is is capable for an inmate to graduate but not be permitted to warden after? Surely, there can be steps between a redeemed inmate and someone capable of being a warden.

As a side note, I'd like to politely request that all nonhumans, notably vampires, be treated in accordance with their actions and not their species.

Dracula, I haven't seen you in the greenhouse lately. Are you all right?

Buffy, how are you feeling?

[LOCKED to LUA]

I'd like to discuss something with you.

[LOCKED to MCCOY]

If we could speak regarding my inmate.

[Observe: one VERY affected Castiel. That usually passive face? A sulk. The epic sulk of a teenager who hasn't gotten what he wanted, as a matter of fact.]

Okay, look, boat.

Here's something that like, ticks me off. A lot. Seriously, a super lot.

Everyone just buys the whole multidimensional boat thing. That's totally sensible! Like, makes absolutely perfect sense! Seriously! No one ever like, questions this? I mean, to makes perfect sense. But I'm a cosmic being. Millenia old. Could squash you all like bugs. So this kind of thing, it's like, you know, whatever.

But! The fact that I'm an angel - oh, that's the unlikely part. Come on, really?! You can suspend your middling human disbelief in, like, "multidimensional boat" but "messenger of God" is what gets you? Seriously, how does that even make any sense? Half of you already believe in God! So believing in me should be easy! But no, not for me. I have to prove myself. And then half of you don't believe me anyway!

None of you understand me.

[This man is in the bar. He's got a drink. He's also got Castiel's device.]

Well, well, well. He's full of surprises, isn't he? Cas, I mean. Like the little angel that could. God only knows how he's gotten himself on a multidimensional boat.

[He looks away from the device and takes a drink, staring into the amber liquid. Then, he looks back.]

I suppose no one has an update on his plans for his murdered brother, do they? I just know it couldn't have all ended well.

Meanwhile, I'm going to take this opportunity to enjoy the finer pleasures of life.


((all responses will be from screwinghimwould.))

Hello, this is Castiel.

I presume my vessel's change in gender is due to the flood, as a number of others seem to also experienced such changes. I would've figured more people would be more surprised, as gender seems to be an important element in one's identity.

Does anyone know when things will return to as they were?

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.

[Castiel is in his room. It looks extremely sparse and unused, with a neatly made bed and otherwise very little else. By the way, the walls are his room are scrawled with mysterious symbols in both black and blood-red. Ignore the handsome gentleman in the screen. He is not in Castiel's room.]

I've located a prayer room on the ship. I'm curious if anyone would be interested in a service or a sermon? Bear in mind this would be to my Heavenly Father, the Holy Lord, He Who Watches, and no other gods that are worshiped. I'll also try to answer any questions about His Everlasting Majesty, though I can't promise my answers will be sufficient.

Interruptions and blasphemy will not be permitted.

It will be on Friday, and there may be a Sunday service.

[LOCKED to DEAN (and bcc'd to BUFFY)]

My recent actions were tainted by the flood. I apologize if I disturbed you.

[LOCKED to BUFFY]

Have you heard of the "shadow barge"?


[OPEN - added later]

The service will be moved. Does anyone have a particular place, or should the deck suffice?

[Castiel is in the greenhouse.]

The demon Shendu has been smote and cast to oblivion; he won't bother this ship any longer, nor his host. I hope any sustained injuries have been taken care of. Thank you, jailor, for feeding my vessel while it hungered. And to Eddie and his associate, for freeing me from that cell. Its power was suffocating.

Does the cafeteria serve hamburgers and.. [he pauses, considering the the words] "root beer"?

[PRIVATE to the ADMIRAL]

All I know about you is your negligence and great strength, but I see no harm in requesting a number of. I can pick up a tree or bush of any size, weight or height and any place on this ship, so that won't be a concern. I suppose you'll probably ignore this. I won't be offended.

[Castiel details a lengthy list of plants that require all kinds of habitats and climates, from your classic chrysanthemum and wildflowers to venus fly traps, massive redwoods and parasitic vines. He knows all of their scientific names, of course. He's shooting for the moon here.]

[PRIVATE to ARTHAS]

You're no demon. Are you one of purgatory's children?

[PRIVATE to HOFFMAN and BUFFY]

I politely request you not banish me.

[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.