( log six | clinic catchall | open | are you really harmful for me? )

[dedikated]

Who: Clinic staff + anyone who wants to drop by!
What: Monthy catchall for clinic visits and shenanigans
Where: Take a wild guess
When: All through July
Warnings: Injuries, probably. Card games. Terrible people pretending to be not terrible people.


[[ take it to the comments, baby! NOTE: clinic info and plotting posts can be found at undersupplied if you want to check it out. ]]

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[amos_moses]

[The jabberjay chirped out hey sugar! and flew down past Castiel's head to land on Amos's upraised arm. He paused, having just come around the corner: he hadn't expected to run across anyone meditating out here.]

Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to disturb ya....

[strangelic]

[ To be honest, if he'd wanted peace and quiet to meditate in, he should have picked a better spot--i.e. not a place right on an open concourse. But it suits him; he's comfortable here and everyone who passes by is very pleasant. ]

You didn't disturb me. [ He sits forward. ] Are you here to see the doctor?

[amos_moses]

Naw. Just passin' through.

[Amos nods a little and helpfully scratches a hard-to-reach spot on the bird's neck with a fingertip, then gently smooths the feathers back into place. The bird chirps at him, then crouches to launch. Amos gives his wrist a little toss, to help the bird into flight. Taking off is the hardest work in flight, costs the most energy. Tipping his head back, he watches the bird fly off over the rooftops with a simple pleasure.]

Thanks for your help durin' the fog, with the monster.

[strangelic]

You were far more helpful. And the monster was mine. I should be thanking you.

[ Castiel raises his head and spins around, watching the bird fly away. The effect if he missteps and almost trips over his feet, only to self correct at the last moment, easing back around. ]

Wings are really quite the miracle of Creation, aren't they?

[amos_moses]

[Amos had moved a step closer and raised a hand to help - but Castiel catches himself and Amos lets his hand drop. He's surprised to hear such language: miracle of creation. He supposes he shouldn't be. There are all kinds here, surely there's others with a church background. And Castiel did mention the monster being named Leviathan.]

They're pretty cool. Smart designing fo' sure.

[Amos agrees, with a little smile. He's generally very cautious about letting anyone know what he believes, preferring to duck under any offense or criticism.]

[strangelic]

I'd rather have bee wings, I think, although they wouldn't carry my weight quite as well. Still, they are pretty, aren't they? Mm. Or perhaps dragonfly wings.

[ He cocks his head very slightly, smiling, entertained by the concept, as though he had any choice in the matter. He settles back into place, still amused, and looks back toward Amos. ]

What brings you to the clinic? Did you come to paint the walls?

[amos_moses]

[Amos very briefly and hilariously pictures Castiel with dragonfly wings, and smiles. Chuckling, he shakes his head a little as he answers:]

I was just passin' through on my walk. Paint the walls?

[Though he realizes, as he looks, the walls of the clinic are indeed decorated...with what appears to be the word 'clinic' in multiple languages. Huh. That's a neat idea.]

[strangelic]

Yes. Do you know any languages?

[ Because Castiel knows plenty, but he's only actually painted the one, the colored paint on his hands corresponding to the big Enochian symbol for "healing" that's pasted onto the side of the building. Fresh drips are running down from it, even now. ]

You could add one yourself, if you have the time.

[amos_moses]

Huh. That's cool. An' a good idea.

[Amos considers the wall, then nods a little. He speaks more languages than he can write in, but he can certainly add a few more signs to the clinic's walls. After a moment he gestures to the freshly-painted symbol.]

That's not one I know, though. What is it?

[strangelic]

[ Castiel tilts to look up at it again, as though he needs to look at it to see what it says. Which is silly, and untrue, but it's a natural reaction to that kind of gesture and even he can't help it. He smiles, and nods. ]

It's the enochian symbol for healing, a language familiar to all angels.

[amos_moses]

[Eh what? Amos's eyebrows jump, and he glances briefly at Castiel. He looks fairly human, but looks are deceptive.]

Huh. Never heard of that.

[He wants to ask how Castiel knows what angels speak but he doesn't want to be rude.]

[strangelic]

Few humans have. Um...

[ He considers for a moment. ] This one is efe. You'd think that we used it more often than we do, considering, but...the generous spirit left us when our Father did.

[ He doesn't realize that Amos hadn't clicked onto it yet, but there it is anyway, bald and open. And probably a little crazy. Cas isn't hiding himself from anyone. ]

[amos_moses]

You're an angel?

[Not the brightest crayon in the box, is Amos, but quick enough to connect the dots. You'll have to forgive him for leaning away slightly: his last experience with an angel of the Lord had been...dramatic.]