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{Which is probably a good thing, considering he was sure as hell going to be crazy distracted by this little thing. Hell, she even put a few free apps on there so he wouldn't get bored.}

Uh, sorta. It's got access to the internet and games, so not exactly. {Which is handy, because she doesn't wanna be babysitting him on tech the entire time, because let's face it, that would be irritating. Though she assumes she'll have to help him out a little bit, because, well, he's been dead for 250 years.}

Go ahead and mess with it, just don't go throwing it or anything. I'm guessin' you know better than to do that, but, still.

//He hasn’t really paid attention to cell phones. Not that they didn’t confuse and fascinate him, he just hadn’t really had to time to.//

… Of course. Is this like a regular telephone? //Not that he entirely knows how to use one of those, but he’s learning quick enough that he’ll have it down within a few days. Eidetic memory and high intelligence are good things to have when learning how to handle twenty first century technology.//

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{Did he just - Kansas? Oh. Well. That leaves her almost floundering. How does somebody end up in New York when they want to be in Kansas? Besides this guy, obviously. She has to double take.}

Sorry - Kansas? God, I dunno if I can help you with that. I mean, I could probably find you a flight or something, but that's about it.

Well, uh, s'no problem, I'm try to be helpful whenever I can.

{She shakes his hand back with equal firmness, pulling her hand away after a moment and pausing.}

Sorry, but, how'd you get there anyway? I mean, ending up in New York instead of Kansas..

{New York? That’s extremely farther away than what Castiel had wanted. He could tell this journey will be not what he’s expecting. The faster he gets out, the sooner he’ll be home.}

Lebanon, Kansas. I need to be there right away.

Thank you, for your help and your kindness. It’s greatly appreciated.

{He took her hand with gratitude and shook it firmly. Maybe this won’t be as bad as it seems}

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Got you a present.

{She is going to regret buying him a iPhone, but here it is, already taken out of it's box and mostly set up.}

This is so you can contact me when I'm at work and you're, well, wherever Irving has you set up, I've already got my number in there and set it up mostly - go crazy.

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{Honestly, he's lucky that he got Abbie instead of the Captain, who would definitely not be as gentle as her, or as understanding. She pauses, giving him a slightly more concerned look, because, well, lost people in this town? Never a good thing. Especially with everything that had been happening.}

You're in Sleepy Hollow, New York. Do you need help getting somewhere?

S'nice to meet you, Castiel. {She holds out a hand for him to shake.}

{Home is where he wanted to be. Home is where he needed to be. And this was definitely not it. Castiel wasn’t sure where he was. But maybe this gentle looking woman could help…if she doesn’t turn out to be another misled angel out looking to revenge him.}

Hello…I’m…Can you tell me where I am?

I’m Castiel.

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Probably not.

Yeah, but I'm pretty sure that the Romans didn't have the crazy stuff we got today. Also, a fair amount of loud children and music. 

Welcome to the 21st century. Large is now usually considered regular and food comes lickety split. Got any prime choices for food, or should I surprise you?

Should I not point out the obvious?

Shopping centres have been around since the Romans, Lieutenant. If I was a Mesopotamian I would be quite confused. Fast food. I have never known a society who needed their food to be considered not slow.

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stillcas.

{Whoever this stranger in a trenchcoat is, he sure as hell looks lost and more than a little confused/tired. If Captain Irving was in, she'd have him talk to the stranger, but when he's out on business, everything and everyone goes through her.

She walks over to him, offering him a kind smile.}

Evenin’, sir. I’m Lieutenant Abigail Mills -

Can I help you with something?

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{Well, at least this guy seems nice enough. But that beam - and response - is definitely a little unsettling.}

Night Vale..? Uh, would you mind tellin' me where that is exactly?

{She's fumbling in her pocket before she manages to pull out her phone, frowning because, well, the screen is just. Blur. This keeps getting more and more strange and frightening.}

[ He’s engrossed with a particularly adorable cat video when suddenly someone’s trying to get his attention. Josie posted it on his Facebook wall, and it’s literally to die for. Which is why his grin falters for a moment before he’s beaming at her. ]

—-oh! Hello, Lieutenant Mills. You’re in Night Vale. We seem to be getting a lot of lost and confused folk lately. Though I’m not really sure what’s so confusing. 

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Touche, touche, smart ass.

{What a little shit slash showoff.}

Baby steps, then. Which means no malls or anything big like that. How about fast food?

Most people also weren’t professors at Oxford.

//Yes, he is bragging slightly.//

I’m not entirely sure I’m all that prepared. I really don’t want to know what else this place has to offer. 

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Most people would beg to differ.

{Fine, but horror movies soon. She grimaces at him, running a hand over her face, looking tired and exasperated.}

I know, okay? I'm not an idiot. But I just.. this is all too overwhelming, alright? You need to at least give me some down time. C'mon, you're in the 21st century! Don't you want to explore, or something?

A bit of light reading, really.

//He’s already been introduced to a few minutes of television, he might be able to understand it a bit better- but no horror movies just yet.//

At some point, we have to learn to prepare ourselves before the next tribulation arrives. It could save us from much trouble.

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You had a copy of the complete works of Shakespeare? That's pretty impressive, Crane.

{Haha, oh man, she will. She wants to show him that and cute animated films. It'll be amazing.}

Ichabod, I'm serious. I've been burying myself in old files, research and every other god damn thing I could drag up that might possibly be helpful. I'm tired, okay? Can't we just - do anything else? I'm still not entirely comfortable with this situation. At all.

I would lend you my copy of the Complete works of Shakespeare but I’m fairly certain that’s long gone by now.

//Maybe just a few things. If she wants to confuse him, just show him the Harry Potter films instead.//

Now is a better time than most. It’s always best to prepared for whatever can come next, even if we’re not sure what it is, if we have knowledge about whatever is in those files we might be able to plan ahead.

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wakethesinner.

{She doesn't know who is behind her, but she doesn't really care - mostly because she's working and for all she cares he could be a male stripper. Though really she hopes there isn't a male stripper in the station.

But, anyway, as long as he's not terribly annoying, she will deal.}

Can I help you?

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{No, not really, except stuffing it into your mouth like some sort of animal. But if she knew the circumstances, she wouldn't blame him. At all.}

Wow, okay, it's crazy how much you just reminded me of my friend. How the hell did you get through life without either of those things? I mean, I'm pretty sure you need both.

{Everyone has off days, or off transformations into human beings. It's just a fact of life. Or at least the first bit is, not so much the latter. She sticks her hands in her pockets, eyebrows raising. He seriously reminds her of Ichabod, but even he has a last name. Who is this guy?}

Got a name? I'm sure I could help.

{Too bad, because she just keeps pushing it.}

          [ he studies the burger in his hands. there’s nothing wrong with one of god’s most perfect creations, is there? ]

                    i would, except there’s this funny thing i need called a social security number. and a last name. [ a pause. ] whatever the hell that means.

          [ maybe he wouldn’t be such a piece of shit to everyone he’s encountered on his journeys if he wasn’t so tired and cranky and betrayed and angry. he doesn’t want to be human, not really; doesn’t want to grow this stupid beard or not be able to clean himself or smell— ]

                    besides, i can’t stay. i’m searching for someone.

          [ castiel doesn’t accept help. he doesn’t quite know how. ]

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As you should - great books, really. 

{Which she'd find impressive, of course, because she's expecting a lot of questions about, well, half of the stuff mentioned in the books.}

Ugh, don't remind me. No research today, no Apocalypse talk, nothin'. Please.

I look forward to reading it. 

//He’d probably enjoy reading those, in all honesty. He’d be able to read an entire one a few days, tops.//

I agree, Lieutenant. Of course, this means that we have plenty of time to be researching, doesn’t it? 

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starlightinhiswake.

{There is nothing like digging through old files hoping to scrounge up something on the whole, well, Apocalypse. Basically, she's finding jack. But as she feels the presence of somebody behind her, she pauses, almost relieved to have an excuse to, well, stop.

Hey, anything to escape the thoughts about impending doom. Even strangers she's never seen before ever.}

Uh, can I help you with anything sir?

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{She doesn't know if she should pity him or be irritated, especially when he talks with his mouth full. But, well, she can deal with him. She's been dealing with Ichabod and now she feels like she can handle EVERYTHING.}

I recommend a job and not spendin' your money on cheap burgers. Or askin' for help.

{That may or may not be an offer.}

          [ damn straight he just sassed your pants off, princess. he sighs now, and politeness be damned, he hasn’t had an actual meal in three days, and he’s hungry. so he takes another bite of the burger. ]

                    yeah, i would, if i had the money for a motel room. or a cell phone.

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{She's great at bluntness, it's one of her specialties, but she knows when and when not to be soft. And with a girl who says she doesn't have a home - or at least, not here - is worrying. Especially in Sleepy Hollow. She frowns, looking at her with worry in her eyes.}

You don't have a home? Where are you staying?

  How she would love to return home, if there was a home to return to. Nowadays, it seemed as if she was only caught into strange tears causing her to deal with strange people. This one appeared a bit more blunt than the others she had met before. But the acknowledgement was appreciated.

“—That would be a wise idea.. but I don’t particularly have a home; at least not here.”

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{Woah did he just sass her. She will beat him up she is the sass master in this town god damn it. But, y'know, she is so amused by him walking through a drive-through that she can barely be mad.}

Point taken, though honestly you really should make room in your, what I'm sure is a tight tight schedule, to take a shower.

          [ he looks up at the stranger, squinting through the sun in his eyes. he must look unseemly, to her, he realizes, and swallows the bit of burger on his tongue so as not to appear disrespectful. ]

                    i am on a schedule.