For lastvoyages: Spam for Greenhouse

[can_has_vodka]

 [A pair of Rhode Island Red chickens in bright blue cloth diapers march around the floor of the greenhouse. Arkady sits just under the rotunda in Lotus. The lights are dimmed to night-cycle, but soft purple light emanates--from her, for she is deep in meditation, her mind expanded to take in the overwhelming panorama of possible futures and worlds spread ahead of them. On the Barge, there have been so many possibilities that predicting the future is almost impossible, but that is no excuse to miss practice. She loves the changes to the greenhouse, and though she can't quite enjoy them in her current state, she's happy enough that they will be there when she opens her eyes.]

[She senses the minds on the Deck and withdraws slightly, dodging away from investigating their thoughts. She gets lonely sometimes, stuck within the confines of his own mind, but it is a small price to pay for the opportunities here.]

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[trenchcoatedly]

[Appearing in Arkady's view is what appears to be, to her altered senses, a vaguely humanoid ball of light, bright enough to be difficult to look at, almost like staring into the sun. The light, by the way, has two vaguely formed light wings, which flutter into a soft rest as Castiel returns to study a small set of sunflowers. He's already identified that several of them are suffering from some kind of disease (Pseudomonas syringae, he suspects), but has yet to figure out how correctly to cure it. A quick shot of grace supports the disease as much as the flower, so that's out, at least. He's closely investigating the leaf when the splash of purple catches his eye.]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady starts reeling her perceptions as someone comes in...someone so bright that it makes her long to connect to it. But she remembers a warning she received recently, and also her efforts to simply not be that rude.]

[The faint purple glow starts to fade, and she sighs happily, opening her eyes and looking around.] Hello!

[The rooster wanders up to inspect the newcomer. Bok.]

[trenchcoatedly]

[She turns from the maligned flower to Arkady fully, studying her as she comes out of her trance and smiles at him. Then, he looks down at the chicken, giving it a gentle pat.]

Hello. I hope I didn't disturb you.

[can_has_vodka]

[Bertie leeeeeaaans. His mate peers around a rosebush at them.]

Oh no, I love company. And there was simply too much information to sort through again. [Arkady stands up with a smile.]

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel scratches the chicken behind it's ruff distractedly. She tilts her head at Arkady.]

What were you doing, then?

[can_has_vodka]

Trying to see the future. It is very difficult to do that here because there are so many possibilities. But making the effort helps me grow stronger and more focused. [She stands up.] Are you doing all right? [She doesn't know if a being that was neither male or female under it would be troubled by a sex change.]

[trenchcoatedly]

You can see the future?

[he frowns at this slightly, considering.]

How can you tell what's the real future? What if...what if that future's bad? Would you try and change it?

And yes, I've taken a female vessel before.

[can_has_vodka]

I can, but there are so many futures. So many possibilities, so many worlds. I'm not even certain my Higher Self could sort all of this out.

[She nods, looking Castiel up and down.] Well, if you need some clothes or anything do let me know--we've about the same build.

[trenchcoatedly]

[He considers the futures bit for apparently a long time, half-aching to ask about now, about Dean, about everything.]

Can you.. see them with any specificity?

[can_has_vodka]

If given something to focus on I can try until I get it. Sometimes it's just bits of things, sometimes I get a vague view of what's most likely to happen.

[trenchcoatedly]

Would you...... could you look at something, for me?

[can_has_vodka]

Of course, love. It's part of what I'm here for. What's the trouble?

[trenchcoatedly]

I have a friend, back home. His name is Dean Winchester. I... don't know what has happened to him, in my absence. He has somewhat of a penchant for trouble. Could you... see him?

[There's a tinge of hopefulness in his voice.]

[can_has_vodka]

Oh, one person? Of course. I'll need to know a bit about him to focus in on him, but I'd love to be of help.

[trenchcoatedly]

What do you need to know? There's one of him from my past walking around on this ship - he has brown hair and brown eyes and broad shoulders, and tends to scowl. He's doubtful and hurt because his destiny is greater than he understands, and painful for him. He values his independence and his family.

[He looks away, considering, maybe lost in thought. Then he bites his lip and returns back to Arkaday's gaze.]

Will that be helpful? I'm sorry I don't have a picture of him.

[can_has_vodka]

It is something to begin with. I will start my meditations on him given that. Is there anything in particular that I should look for? I want to help you. You have two hard jobs at once and this...I could be useful looking into.

[trenchcoatedly]

Dean has a brother, Sam. I....I hurt Sam, very badly, before I came here. Sam has long hair and gentle eyes, and is very tall. He...

[Castiel licks his lips, stares at the ground ant looks away. He isn't exactly sure how to phrase this.]

He bears many, many deep scars from hell, from the claws of the devil himself. I....I just hope he's all right. That I.. that what I did to him isn't.....

[He closes his eyes and steadies himself.]

I simply hope I haven't erred too badly.

[can_has_vodka]

Castiel...I will look, I promise, and I'll tell you what I find. But one of the things I must tell you and make sure you understand first is that what I see? It is not something you're hurtling helplessly toward. People can steer their destinies. In large part, anyway.

[trenchcoatedly]

Yes, I've become aware that destiny can be changed. But destiny is a long series of events, a change of causes, and people, and effects. What I may have done... what may have happened.... this is not a destiny. It would be a direct result of my actions.

[can_has_vodka]

[She's worried. But determined to help.] Even if you've done wrong I'm sure there's some way to fix it. But...let us have a look down your timeline and see what we can see...

[She settles back into lotus and closes her eyes.]

[trenchcoatedly]

I hope.

[He's patient, but anxious.]

[can_has_vodka]

[She twitches slightly, and her lips pull into a faint frown. There is darkness...a journey into darkness. She follows it down....and shudders. Tears leak down her cheeks and she winces with sudden violence.]

[trenchcoatedly]

No....

[His fists clench, power surging around him - a low rumble of thunder from nowhere, the darkening of the greenhouse lights, flowers moving with invisible wind.]

No, what is it? What have I done?

[can_has_vodka]

[She feels her mouth open and her lips move, and hears her voice vaguely from a great distance, telling him. She wants to stop the flow of words but she can't, and so she cries for both of them.]

[trenchcoatedly]

[He draws his face into his hands, body bowed. How could he do this? To Sam? Who believed him to the end, who was his friend, who sacrificed himself? And he---]

[A bolt of lightening strikes the greenhouse and, inexplicably, it begins to thunderstom outside the building.]