Recovery Team - Close Encounters Of The Creepy Kind

[lt_harrysummers]

Who: Lt. Harry Summers & Recovery Team (Open)
What: Running low on supplies?  Summers is taking the new Team Recruits out for a spin through the gates.
Where: Arkham, non-protected side of Miskatonic University
When: Friday March 9, 2012. Day after this announcement.

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[sitherequietly]

Castiel is good at doing as he's told

[arkham_npc]

"How the hell -- ?" their babysitter, a young, dark-haired man starts. It's hard to tell if he actually saw the angel disappear and reappear, if he's just irritated that he must have somehow wandered off normally, or isn't wearing regulation uniform, but either way, he stops just as explosively as he began and stares at the stack of toilet paper Castiel has before shaking his head.

"Whatever," he begins again finally. "Yeah, food's gonna be harder to find, but that doesn't mean you can wander off to be Chef Boyardee, okay? You miss the memo about stickin' together?"

Really. Why him? He hopes the rest of his group isn't so prone to screwing off to do their own thing.

[keep_itbrutal]

And he would be out of luck on at least one other.

Ghoul had initially balked at the uniforms - gray suits are things he's literally died to stay out of, thank you - but had eventually given in to wearing it, though he's pulled his vest and holster on over it. He also keeps drifting a little ways away from the group to check things out before coming back. And yes, he's noticed that one of his team members has a habit of disappearing, but that's not even ranking on the list of weird things around this place right now.

He can't help but grin at Castiel's find, though. "That shit right there is gold back home."

[sitherequietly]

If this were a completely different Castiel, from a completely different time, he might have agreed with Ghoul on that one. Instead he just looked confused. "I don't understand. It's made of paper."

Metaphor was still something they're working on.

"I move much faster. I can move the rest of the group at this pace, if you would prefer it?"

[arkham_npc]

"It's gonna be gold here before too much longer," their babysitter replied, shooting Castiel a vaguely bewildered look. "The Dean's been tryin' to make sure we don't pick the places closet to home clean, but ... "

But if they were raiding the old dorms, he had a feeling they were starting to run out of options. He didn't voice this opinion aloud, however, not wanting to start a panic, and pushed it aside, allowing Castiel another look, this one less than pleased.

"Like I said. You miss the memo? Unless you wanna be tentacle bait, you stay close."

[keep_itbrutal]

"Paper gets hard to come by," Ghoul told Castiel, then turning his attention back to their babysitter. Ghoul could put the pieces together, too, but for once, he kept his mouth shut on it, just filing the information away.

"Hey, if he can move us around quicker, might not be bad to let him do it. We can clear more places that way."

[sitherequietly]

"If I move us all at the same time, it would be more efficient."

And Cas was all about efficiency, really. Get in, get out, get gone.

[arkham_npc]

The soldier looked between them, frowning, caught between suspicion and doubt, then huffed out a sigh. "Okay, fine, whatever. As long as you can get us all to where we're headed together, I don't care."

He had the vaguest notion that he might come to regret saying that. Not that it mattered, though, not for long, the radio at his waist springing to life about the same time as the warning bell on the safe side of campus started howling into the night.

"Whatever the fuck you're doing, drop it and get your asses outside!" Harry's voice urged from the radio, and their babysitter swore, wheeling on his heels wildly, eyes searching the sky.

When the instinct to panic passed and training kicked in, he turned back to Castiel and Ghoul. "Come on. We need to get out of here."

[sitherequietly]

Castiel nodded, before reaching for each of their shoulders. He did say that bit about being efficient.

You'll thank him for this later. Really.