On being apped.

[nevergoinghome]

Really? You spend a month deliberating, tossing me in or out, and then you just send me anyway? No, thanks. I'd rather stay at the base and get plenty of sleep. There's a war on, I don't have time for this. Why don't you send the damn puppy angel? Or that mopey kid with the sword? Why me?

[Micah grumbles, crosses his arms.]

This is bull.

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[freetobe]

It's all about punishment.

[Speaking of puppy angels...]

[nevergoinghome]

Figures.

[Here comes the sulk.]

So what's your crime?

[freetobe]

[Castiel shows his palm, with the R cut into it. Not the B above his heart, though.]

It starts with an R. Everyone has to figure it out based on that.

[nevergoinghome]

So we're sent to this place, and then we get a puzzle?

[Micah huffs.]

Great. What happens when you figure it out?

[freetobe]

Nothing unusual. You become aware of why you're being punished. It's not much comfort when you burn alive, of course, but at least you know you have yourself to blame, truly.