[Open RP] The first episode is always the most boring...

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

So Kaga had been eating dinner and wondering when Hogwarts had TVs in the Great Hall, or whether they would even work.

Then the first episode of Hat Shore began.

Kaga had wrinkled his nose at the idea. He doesn't watch much TV (there were better things to do) but he was aware of the concept of reality tv and found it distasteful. Sure, by technicality Iron Chef and its international spinoffs were reality shows too, but at least he and his nephew made them classy, damnit!

He nearly spat out his food when he saw Yukimura, then Kuronue on screen. As Ariane appeared and explained things to them, he realized that this was another experiment of the Sorting Hat's (yes, he's heard of the village of tents and mass weddings).

He continued to watch in horrified, fascinated pity as the episode played out.

[[Kaga needs someone to be horrified with. :P]]

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[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"If not, we may need to be prepared to sedate him when they do let him out. He's already got more than enough of the castle's denizens gunning for him..."

And then Beowulf, resplendent in bedazzled underdrawers, launched into a rousing soliloquy (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1996526.html?thread=112904942#t112904942) about the manliness of his taco and that thoroughly perplexed look was back on the angel's face, and not likely to disappear any time in the immediate future. "Sam. You're positive this isn't some human thing I'm failing to grasp?" He really, really hoped not.

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

"I wonder if Hogsmeade stocks things like tranquilizer guns. Maybe we should make a run before Dean gets out of there. Just incase."

Sam stared while Beowulf waxed poetic about his taco before the camera swung around to show the orange streaked cat getting sucked into a portal with...animated turkeys? His mouth opened, shut, then opened again before he could finally muster a response.

"No, Cas. I'm positive. This is pure Hat induced what-the-fuckery. Even human television wasn't this cracked." Ok, Dr Sexy was pretty weird, and then there were the two little goofballs on Ghostfacers, but this was beyond any weirdness Sam had seen since the incident with the wishing well (http://www.tv.com/supernatural/wishful-thinking/episode/1230382/recap.html?tag=episode_recap;recap) and the suicidal teddy bear.

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Castiel paused, and turned to look at Sam, seeking clarification. "This, what we're doing--it's what's called 'venting,' correct? We aren't literally planning to shoot your brother with soporific drugs?"

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

Sam grinned. He had become used to clarifying things that might have seemed obvious to anyone else. "Yeah, Cas. It's just venting. We're not gonna shoot Dean up with drugs to keep him calm. It's tempting, but no."

"Dean's a good guy, but he can be.. frustrating. Venting helps."

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"Good. That wouldn't be very healthy." The angel turned back to the screen. "He's possibly the single most infuriating being I've ever met, not necessarily excluding Gabriel. The fact that I like him so much often produces a cognitive dissonance I find difficult to resolve."

"...oh, good. He seems to have calmed down. (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1996526.html?thread=112912622#t112912622)"

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

"Welcome to life with the Winchesters," Sam said, chuckling. "I've been trying to resolve that problem since I was about seven. I still haven't gotten very far."

Forehead met palm as his brother stalked outside to try and pound his way out of the dome. "Seriously, Dean?"

Relieved to see that Dean was starting to finally settle down, Sam turned towards Castiel, "I hate that he's stuck in there on his birthday. We should do something for him when he gets out."

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"It's Dean's birthday? He hadn't said anything." Now that he knew, the angel would remember the date long after Dean was buried for good. "We should. A cake is traditional, I believe?"

Since the subject had come up, he added, "When is yours, and do you know your father's or Bobby's?" He didn't want to be caught unprepared again.

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

“Dean never calls attention to his birthday. Mine's May second and Dad’s is __. Bobby.. won’t tell. We’ve been trying to get that out of him for years. You know how grouchy he gets when someone fusses over him. Dean and I even swiped his wallet one year and every id he had listed a different day.” He smiled fondly. “And he was he pissed as hell when he found out.”

“We can probably just get together with some beer and a couple of burgers rather than a cake. After this whole mess,” he waved a hand at one of the televisions, “Dean’ll probably want a little quiet time with the family, even if he refuses to admit it.”

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

Castiel nodded, committing those dates to memory as well. "We could choose a day at random to celebrate Bobby's." Why humans attached such importance to the anniversaries of their births he wasn't quite sure, but he was happy to observe them if his friends enjoyed the ritual. That he himself didn't have a birthday was self-evident, and didn't bother him particularly, so he saw no reason to bring it up.

He smiled quietly at Sam's suggested. "I'd like that, too." He might never admit it, but sometimes he missed running the roads in that slow, confining automobile with his friends, stopping at whatever questionable hole-in-the-wall eatery they came across and listening bemusedly to the conversation he only half comprehended.