un: castiel | text (backdated to dec 24th)

[messenger]

Hello, this is Castiel.

If you were given an egg and don't intend to care for it, I'm willing to nurse it in your stead. My nest is large enough to incubate several.

You can meet me at the Kwik Trip.

( ooc: i will be handwaving all physical exchanges for convenience's sake.

please note: eggs that are given away will not hatch, so this is really just a relatively "guilt-free" way for a character to get rid of an egg if they don't plan to participate. )

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un: ashen

[wolfish]

I've got mine covered, but I've got to ask.

"Nest", like a bird?

[messenger]

More like that of a reptile, really. Though I've supplemented it with some electric heating elements.

[ heated blankets. the bots helped him find them. ]

[wolfish]

I've seen a wyvern's nest, so I can imagine.

They've got electric heating gadgets suitable for that around here?

[messenger]

They had blankets that can be plugged into and outlet and produce heat. If I cover the nest with one, it helps to maintain temperature.

[wolfish]

Well now, that beats the trick I was using. I'll have a look around for one of these blankets.

@DarkPriest; text

[chtholic]

Have you a particular interest in these eggs? Do you know something the rest of us do not?

[messenger]

My interest isn't academic.

[ even if he's curious what will come to hatch from them, if anything. ]

I don't know any more than you do.

[chtholic]

Then why burden yourself with them?

[messenger]

An unattended egg will die.

[chtholic]

Well of course it will. Does that matter? It is simply an egg.

voice | un: hammypower

[simpcard]

Wow! Do you know how to care for eggs? What's the secret?

I don't know anything about it!

[messenger]

The "secret" is to keep them warm, but not so warm that you would cook them. Around 99 degrees Fahrenheit or 37 Celsius. If they're treated roughly, or left too cold for too long, they'll simply die.

[simpcard]

oh gosh

is holding it in my hands all right!?

[messenger]

It may not be enough. It really depends on the size.

i like how she immediately switches to text 'cause castiel texts her back

[simpcard]

Oh no.

It's about as big as

IT FITS IN MY HANDS

[slowmotionbuscrash]

Is there a way to make this sound less weird?

[messenger]

What

[slowmotionbuscrash]

The egg sitting. Having a nest. The whole deal.

[messenger]

I don't understand

[slowmotionbuscrash]

Are you serious?? I can't tell. You said you were gonna NURSE an EGG

text;

[unaliveyourself]

you know, these aren't quite sheep, castiel-san.

[A little joke, to distract himself from the faint ache in his chest. He shouldn't be surprised that Castiel would want to take in abandoned eggs. Too much else has lined up already, and Dazai is nothing if not good at reading and predicting patterns.

It'd just be easier...if he could've been wrong, is all.]

[messenger]

No.

[ at first, that's a very confused: no. of course they aren't sheep. why would he think they're sheep? sheep are ruminants. they don't lay eggs.

then he realizes that dazai is stating this in more of a metaphorical sense. such as a shepherd to his flock, yes? the religious association would check out. ]

But I can feel them.

[unaliveyourself]

[In a strange way, it's a little like a relief. That, at least, is something he can't understand or relate to anything else at all.

Even if the notion is profoundly unsettling in a different way. He'd talked to John about how a person would go mad if they were aware of the 119 deaths that occur every minute on average. Does Castiel feel it, every time a person dies? Does he bear their pain, or is it more like little lights burning out among millions, ultimately irrelevant due to the millions flickering on at the same time?

For all Dazai might feel he lacks the qualifications to be a proper human being, he can only be what he is, in the end.]

do you feel all of us, as well? what does it feel like, when we die?

[messenger]

I feel you.

[ maybe not dazai specifically, because of his curious power. but in a general sense, to answer his question: yes. to say how he experiences death, though, is a more or less interesting answer, depending on how you look at it. ]

It's a kind of transmutation, I suppose. Your soul remains. You move from one state to another.

Of course, Heaven is a place I can visit.

[ the gravity isn't lost on him— but he can't, exactly, feel it. ]

[unaliveyourself]

energy cannot be created or destroyed, only converted between forms, hm? you know, i really didn't expect a universe with an afterlife to follow the laws of thermodynamics.

[He's not sure how to think about it, really. For a man who's spent his life idealizing death, it's a uncomfortable notion.]

are there really pearly gates?