video;

[rebelled]

[Well guess who's back on the network again. No, he's not looking for playmates this time. Instead, it's time to make a very important announcement. It's a video feed; though it's clear he isn't really focused on setting the shot up right. That'll come later.]

There were demons here- A long time ago. They were...dangerous. They tried to hurt people and turn you against each other. But that doesn't mean-

[Okay, give him a second here.]

Not all demons are like that. Some of them are good, even though they're not designed to be. Back home, one of them was my friend. She- She took care of me when I was in hospital, even though she had no reason to. And now she's here and-

[The feed breaks in to static now for a moment, before then turning to a shot of a dark haired woman folding a few towels and trying to -- not look annoyed by the sudden episode of Real World that is being filmed in her quarters. Meg turns toward Cas, a definite furrow of her brow and a lift of her eyebrow as she watches him. This is not on her agenda for the day.

His voice is softer now as he speaks. yes, he's a little smitten by her. go figure.]

This is Meg, and though she may appear to be angry most of the time, she's- Special.

Say hello, Meg. [And don't mind that he's pushing the camera far too close now.]

[Okay. This is likely to give someone a definite feel for how it is to be around Castiel when he's decided personal space is just a cute word. Her hands move to push him, gently, away from her a bit.] C'mon, Clarence, let the thing at least come into focus if you're gonna insist on becoming a reality TV producer.

[She shakes her head at him, not actually feeling like addressing the camera, but she knows that it'd make Castiel happy.]

Yeah, hi. I'm Meg and maybe... [This ambush is not fun at all... if she thought he could handle it, she'd get revenge on him for this little stunt, but no - she won't risk that.] Maybe, you can come play board games with us.

[There's a definite expectant glance that comes to Meg's face as she glances up to meet Castiel's line of sight and stop staring at the device in his hands.] Happy?

[You may not be able to tell by the droop of the camera, but that'd be a yes to her question. His huge grin is a dead giveaway.]

Perfect. [He...may not be talking about the quality of just her reply though.]


ooc; ...do i really need to say who's who?

Comments

[blasphemous]

Yeah, that's not UNO. That's a vocab test. [She'll find UNO cards.]

[tirade]

Good. — On the whole protect-y thing, I mean. And the lack of Monopoly, too. Trying to play an actual game of that is like a one-way trip to crazyland.

[ and that's definitely not what this ship needs. ]

I'm bendy enough for Twister. [ a beat. ] You could probably make some knock-off version of cards. [ uno or otherwise, because there's no limit to how many games can be played with those. ]

[blasphemous]

Seems like most the solutions to this place are a craft project waiting to happen.

[rebelled]

[cards, he gets. but that other one?]

What's Monopoly?

[blasphemous]

Monopoly is a game about property management and monetary budgeting.

[rebelled]

[have a frown aimed over at you, meg]

That doesn't sound like fun.

[blasphemous]

[She shrugs.]

I didn't think of it.

[rebelled]

I miss the games they had at the hospital.

[blasphemous]

[She'd comment that she misses not being stuck on a spaceship, but she figures that's implied.]

Well, until we find a Toys 'R Us in space, we're stuck with the ones we have.