[the feed opens to complete darkness. the view doesn't change though. instead, it sounds very much like he's talking to someone already. and maybe he is.]

You're very- Loud, sometimes. And I don't think-

[okay, hold on a second. someone's interrupted him. too bad you can't hear what's being said.]

No. I just- I don't like it, and they'll get rid of it. They can...hide it, or-

[oh hi. that's another inaudible interruption. this time when he speaks again, the camera is lifted from his lap to show a certain mask that's sat by his feet. a mask that looks an awful lot like this. it's only briefly in focus though because castiel is only able to look at it for a moment; his attention off toward that silent voice again soon after.]

...I want it gone.

[he actually sounds...a little calmer and happier after his next break. the voice has actually helped out this time. slightly.]

Dean, or Meg, or anyone.

Please?



ooc; so...basically cas ended up putting the mask on and it's triggered his lucifer hallucinations to kick back in again. enjoy?

I miss you all so much. I'm going to need a bit of your help here. Shouldn't be too difficult, snoopers. Finish the final statement:

'My opinion,' said he, 'is that we ought, out of the common purse, to
pay for this barn, and whatsoever corn, straw, or hay it contains,
and thus indemnify the owner, and then burn down the whole
building and the terrible beast with it. Thus no one will have to
endanger his life. This is no time for thinking of expense,
and stinginess would be ill applied.'

All agreed with him.

So,
they set fire to the barn

Hint, hint: It deals with an owl, as I recall. A bit silly, don't you think? :) German tales. The town fears it, dreads it until they find their own way to calm their nerves. Circle around it. Use their own idea of 'exorcism.' Believe it's gone. Out of their way. Ignorance is bliss.

At least until the threat goes hoot hoot, then watch them scatter!

-S.

P.S. ht :/ d -s e.t lr.c

( ooc: HINT HINT what does the bunch of text in the p.s. look like?

HINT HINT#2: Look what I emphasized in the text, maybe it's importanteeee?

HINT HINT #3: Not really a hint, but it's a Tumblr.

HINT HINT #4: WHY DO YOU THINK I ASKED FOR THE ENDING OF THAT TEXT? WHY DID I BOLD GERMAN? HMM AHHHH )

[Tate's walking down the hall, his communicator at his side. the video is on, so it flashes as he walks: the wall, his leg, the wall, his leg. it's dark, wherever he is. darker than the halls of the Passenger Quarters, lacking the glow of Engineering or the Shuttle Bay.]

It's like we've come to a new stage of our relationship, now we're talking. [it's as though he's been holding a conversation with someone and the comm started in the middle of it] But you know, I think that guy, you know the one, he needs something more poetic, like: There isn’t anyone to help you. Only me. And I’m the Beast... Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! ... You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you?

[he stops, for a second, and from the lowered angle you can see his other hand. his fingers drum against his leg, like he's anxious. blunted, bitten nails digging into the fabric of his jeans.]

You aren't afraid are you?

[he's walking again]

By the way, sorry about Hayden. She's kind of a bitch when she doesn't get laid, and I mean, you know how people can get on this ship. But next month is New Years, right? I think Hayley missed that. It should be one hell of a party. It's been two years since the first jump showed up. Not everyone has something back home, you know? Maybe some of you have crap to go back to, bullshit families and wives and kids. Jobs, like your lives even matter. But maybe this place isn't so bad. [his voice lowers, not quiet, just deeper:] Can't say this ship never gave you anything.

[then he stops again, all at once. it's darker than it was a second ago, like maybe he's standing beneath an awning. there's no movement for about five minutes, you can't even hear Tate breathing, and right before the video winks off he says:]

What's for dinner?