trenchcoatedly: ✪<lj user=tsavorite_icons> (doubts † my father's precious creation)
[Castiel is in the greenhouse. This should not be a surprise.]

I realize I haven't said anything in a while. This is probably not conducive to wardening. I apologize.

That being said, I'd like to point something out.

The first being that up until a certain point, all warden and inmate arrivals happened on certain dates and on a schedule. Some of them posted late, but it's my hunch that that group waited to mention their arrival. This no longer seems to be the case. Rather than a group arriving, people are arriving one by one. I don't know what or what reason this could be; perhaps it indicates the Admiral is in a hurry for something, though I don't know what. Or perhaps there was some kind of line or judging process in which it went through with the upcoming barge residents and while it was previously doing group reviews, that's no longer the case. Perhaps there was a quota it had to meet before granting access to the barge to any particular group that no longer applies. Or, maybe it's changed the process based on recommendation from superiors.

I also wonder about floods and breaches. I don't think these are accidental and if the Admiral wanted to stop the barge from experiencing them, it would be more than capable of doing so. However, I feel that it views floods and breaches - and ports, though these seem less false-accidental than the other two - as a way for us to experience different emotions and different circumstances. It uses floods as a vehicle for wardens and inmates alike to end up in places and situations where they would otherwise never be, being forced to make decisions they wouldn't otherwise have to make. In this way, it forces us to consider our deeper personalities. Whether this is coming to a conclusion about one being more like they thought or less, or realizing a certain font of their personality is stronger or weaker leads us to learn more about ourselves. This is not always an easy process. But it's a good process. Additionally, while the Admiral can drive the barge into floods and breaches, I don't believe he controls the inner workings of them - universes are how they are. And they can be modified to suit one's needs - but controlling a person's mind would probably teach them less than having this person come to a conclusion all on his or her own.

[He pauses for a moment, perhaps realizing he has gone on a lengthy ramble. He looks up a wall of vines and then back to the camera.]

As an unrelated note, I don't know what good this will do, but if anyone has any problems, listening is one of my best talents.
trenchcoatedly: ✪did you make this? (thinking † i can hardly understand)
[This angel looks very confused. Also, he has the bedhead of someone whose slept on his side for a week.]

I.....slept?


[ooc: replies may or may not be slow.]
trenchcoatedly: ✪<lj user=tsavorite_icons> (power † the angel of thursdays)
[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?
trenchcoatedly: ✪<lj user=tsavorite_icons> (power † the angel of thursdays)
[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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