audio;

[rebelled]

[Forward-dated to about an hour before the jump.

When he talks, Castiel sounds both a little desperate, and far too excited. Just...in his own somewhat reserved way.]

Dean, I need you here, now. Meet me in your room straight away.

[Technically, that'd be the end of the message. But the feed isn't cut. Instead, he dumps the device on the table, a few bumps being made as he lays out the items he's gathered. A moment later and there's a muttered-]

I need something bigger to work with.

[...enjoy all that.]

Comments

[andblockbuster]

Wow. Someone sounds a little conspiratorial today.

[rebelled]

You're mistaken.

[:| Because you can totally trust this guy. Obviously.]

[andblockbuster]

So did I just stumble upon something I shouldn't be hearing? A little... [He pauses and you can kinda hear the vague hand gestures he's making because they go WHOOOSH, but it's kinda pointless if you can't see them] ..You know. Horizontal business. Either way? Filters, bro. They're your friend.

[rebelled]

[Why can't you people stop speaking in riddles? :|]

I have nothing to hide.

voice;

[wont]

[ ...Odd. ]

Something— bigger?

voice;

[rebelled]

Correct. This one is too small.

[There's just some clanging in the background as he goes through the kitchen supplies to find another bowl.]

voice;

[wont]

[ She cannot discern what precisely has the man preoccupied but it seems rude to simply leave it at that. ]

Do you— [ Alayne clears her throat. ] Do you require assistance?

voice;

[rebelled]

No.

[The reply comes a little too quick, and is followed by more clattering. A few moments of that and he's rethinking his response.]

Are you familiar with the kitchens here?

Audio;

[astrogate]

Kinky.

[ YES, a smartass comment is all that she has to offer here. (Sorry)

Clearly this call for help caught Kara's attention though and she will be lurking on any incoming transmissions she can get at it from here on out. ]

Audio;

[rebelled]

[Nope. He has no idea what's going on here. But she at least has him pausing a moment to consider it first.]

I don't understand.

audio;

[onsilksheets]

I feel like I've stumbled onto something private.

[Needless to say, Bela is fairly amused.]

audio;

[rebelled]

I have no reason to hide my actions.

[Because maybe it'll get Raphael to reveal himself quicker if he knows what's happening.]

audio;

[onsilksheets]

Doesn't mean you had to address it to the whole ship?

[He knew Dean. Either from here or home. That's what she's focused on right now.]

audio;

[rebelled]

I am still...unfamiliar with human technology.

[His crash course in using his phone back home really doesn't seem to translate across.]

video;

[unruly]

[.........................oh, you're seriously not his favorite person right now, Castiel. BAD ANGEL.]

The hell're you talkin' about?

video;

[rebelled]

[Look. It's not his fault, okay? :|]

I've already made my intentions clear. How long will you be?

video;

[unruly]

Uh, no. What you did was make it sound like I'm a goddamn booty call.

video;

[rebelled]

[...want to try that again in English, Dean?]

I don't understand.

voice;

[jilt]

Perhaps you should have employed a private lock for such a request.

voice;

[rebelled]

I have no reason to hide my request.

[...assuming he were even capable of doing it.]

voice;

[jilt]

Discretion tends to be preferred when soliciting this kind of company.

voice;

[rebelled]

Discretion is unnecessary. Dean's received my message.

voice;

[angerissues]

You really need to work on learning how to use the private function. [ Does Mason sound like he's stifling laughter? Because he is. ]

voice;

[rebelled]

[What kind of angel needs to learn about human technology? >[]

I have nothing to hide.

voice;

[angerissues]

You sure about that? Because this seemed like a pretty personal request.