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Jamie had been browsing on the Omnicom when he came across Tay's entry. While he's not in a position to offer her the painkillers she wants, it seems simple enough for him to get a tray from the mess hall and fill it up with slop. After a moment's thought, he takes a second tray and breaks it up into smaller pieces to sprinkle on top. It might help with the taste.

As he heads into the Obs Deck, there's a glance given to see if he can find her. "Tay? I brought ye some..."

Trailing off as he spots her, he takes one look at her back and nearly winds up dropping the tray in surprise. He is clearly destined to have some of the worst timing ever when it comes to talking to her, it seems.

Tay manages to pry one eye open when she hears Jamie's voice, and then makes a pained happy noise when she sees the food. She doesn't really notice the boy holding the food just yet.

Getting one's wings burns a LOT of energy. And calories.

"FOOD." She says, though it's not as loud or strong as she'd like. "Gimme."

The tray is surrendered with alacrity, as it not only is the easiest thing to do, it looks as though it's something that she might need based on that noise she just made.

Jamie doesn't leave, though. Instead, he's still staring at those wings, trying to figure out what exactly is going on. He knows she didn't have them when he met her. And the only thing he can think of is that she's some sort of shapeshifter. He knows there's a few on board Stacy. But what could she possibly be turning into with wings?

"Y-ye aren't turning into some sort of bird, are ye?"

Tay doesn't really like the slop. However, it is full of nutrition and calories, and she needs that right now. She's shovelling it down when Jamie asks the question, and she just has to stop and stare at him for a moment. She doesn't hold it for long - she spasms in pain, almost dropping the tray.

She doesn't make a sound, though.

"No," she gasps out after a moment. "Just... my wings. Comin' in."

She'll explain it better tomorrow, when she's not in pain. For now... simple words.

Like that makes any more sense than turning into a bird? Jamie gives her a half-shrug, as if to say it was just a guess. And while he is curious, he's also at least somewhat aware that now is probably not the best time for her to try and talk.

He reaches out his hands to steady the tray if she'll let him, however.

"Look, do ye need the...a doctor?" Not that the Doctor wouldn't be intrigued by a girl with wings, but he may not be the best choice, unless Tay wants a impromptu lesson in how quickly Jamie would get annoyed that she wasn't being helped sooner.

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He can steady the tray. It's not like there's much left, and after that wave of pain passes (leaving just the burning ache), she sets back to eating. It doesn't take long, so she waits to answer the question until she's done.

"Tha's better," she mumbles with a sigh, then shakes her head slightly. "Nah. Maybe? It'll be over in... sometime t'night." She could do with painkillers, though, so a doctor might not be the worst idea. At home, it would be a badge of honour to get her wings and not take anything for the pain.

Here, with her world gone, and no one to impress, she'd really just rather not be hurting so much.

Once he's convinced that she's not going to go through another wave of pain immediately, he lets go again.

"Ye can eat the tray, too," Jamie points out helpfully. "It's actually a bit better than the slop. Not much, mind ye. But a bit."

Eating that as well likely wouldn't hurt anything, and maybe it would even help a little more. He's not entirely sure what to do in regards to getting a doctor, though. Should he offer to take her down to medical? Would she even want to move right now?

"I could go see if I could get someone for ye, unless someone answered your post on the wee bitty computer?" Jamie hadn't actually thought to check that after he read the entry. He just went, got food, and came down. Dropping his head, he starts rummaging around in his sporran, intending on finding his Omnicom so he can check.

"Och," he mutters. "Did I leave that in my quarters after I looked before?"

Tay looks a bit dubious of eating the tray. Maybe once she's had time to digest the slop... She does pull out her omnicom, though, since Jamie seems unable to find his, awkwardly poking at it to pull up the right screen. She punches something in. "Got a doctor comin'," she says. "Sometime."

Another spike of pain comes, and she curls in on herself, unable to entirely suppress a whimper-like noise.

Everything sucks, today, and she can't even have yummy food because all there is is slop and purportedly edible trays.

Well, sometime is better than not at all, he supposes. Although he hopes it's sooner rather than later - especially when she curls in on herself like that.

If the doctor doesn't show up soon, however, Jamie may very well change his mind on going to get his Doctor. In the meantime, he thinks of what else he can do to help. He could play, if he had his practice chanter with him, but he couldn't carry both that and the tray. What else...ah.

"Look, maybe I could...tell ye a story or something to pass the time until this doctor gets here?"

He's not a great storyteller, but it might distract her for a little while, anyway.

Cas is wandering on to the obvs deck, when he spies the girl with wings. He stops, stares, then mutters something in Enochian.

Stacy doesn't translate it, which is just as well, because it was probably unprintable anyway.

It is, because the narration deems it to be so, nearing the end of the 24 hours of hell that Tay's been going through. Her biology apparently decided to continue operating on the time table it would've at home, which is a bit off - she was born just after midnight, and it's probably early evening.

She thinks. Maybe. It's hard to tell times on this stupid spaceship.

"Y'know," she says weakly, "I can't hear the words, but the tone says cussing. Either do it louder so I can curse back at you, or fuck off." She is so tired. She just wants to be not in pain. The sharp, agonizing, shooting pains have stopped, but the ache is enough to keep her on the verge of tears. She won't cry, but it's a near thing.

"You have wings," Cas says. His strangled tone indicates that it's more than just surprise at something unusual that's causing him to state the obvious. "You-"

There's a pause. "When I spoke to you, at the meeting. You said you were an angel. But-" He stopped talking, evidently unwilling or unable to finish.

Tay shudders a little, curls in tighter on herself. It's gotta end sometime soon, right? She wishes she could remember what time it was when it started, then she'd know...

"But what?" Tay asks, a little annoyed. "Look, if you're just gonna be a freak, I'm kinda in pain here. Be a freak at someone else. Or be less weird and stay, your--" she sucks in a sharp breath. Clearly, extended talking is not good to do right now. "Your choice," she finishes after a moment.

He's at her side in an instant, hand on her shoulder. He can't help himself. "Your wings are physical- I've never seen anything like this ... you must be one of my sisters, but I can't-" He's staring at her face, but then he looks away, his own a mask of poorly suppressed grief. "I can't sense you," he mumbles.

His connection to his home, his family. He knew it was gone, but to have it shoved in his face like this ... painful isn't a very adequate word.

Tay looks over at him like she's both baffled and a tiny bit grateful by the sudden sympathy, the unexpected hand on her shoulder. "I'm... Well, it's just... it's not done yet." she says slowly. Her voice is hoarse and a little wobbly, but that's mostly because she's tired. Really. "Maybe it'll kick in when my birthday's over."

She's still not sure he's not just an angel like her, a little crazy. Or just crazy period. But he looks so... lonely.

She can kinda relate.

Cas really didn't know what was going on with the wings, or with her apparent total ignorance of their family, but clearly she was an angel, and as far as Cas was concerned, that meant she was his sister. His sister was suffering, and there was nothing he could do. Nothing he could do except do what he had seen Dean and Sam do for each other when one of them was hurting. He pulled Tay into his arms, and if his grip on her shoulder was a little too tight, well, he was new to this cuddling thing, okay?

Castiel turned, pressing his cheek into the top of her head, so she couldn't see the look of sorrow and loss on his face.

Tay lets out a little "oof", more out of surprise than anything else, and for a moment she doesn't do or say anything, she's so startled. She's just as new as Castiel to this whole cuddling thing (she literally can't remember ever having been cuddled - Aunt Helen might've tried, but like hell 9-year-old Tay wanted cuddles from her book-crazy aunt), and she's not really sure what to do.

On the one hand, unwanted physical affection has to be assault of some kind, right? At the very least, she can tell him to get the fuck off of her so she can have her dignity back. On the other... she's alone and in pain and today was supposed to be the day she made Dad proud and Romana proud and it was going to be amazing and instead she's been alone and had nothing to eat but fucking slop and there's no one to make proud, here.

Castiel's arms around her, his cheek pressed to her head... it almost feels nice.

"Gerroff," she grumbles half-heartedly. "Stupid crazy dude."

This sounds like something Dean would say, and so Castiel ignores it. "I believe I am supposed to lie to you now," he mumbles, "and tell you everything is going to be okay."

There's a pause.

"Everything is going to be okay."

"Liar," Tay mutters, and then curls up a little tighter for a moment, pressing into Castiel's chest. It hurts, won't it ever--

End. She relaxes suddenly as the pain passes - really passes, finally. 24 hours is not an amount of time anyone wants to spend in constant all-over, often excruciating pain. But now it's over. Her birthday's officially over, and she's officially an angel.

She stretches her wings experimentally - they probably span about fourteen feet if she spreads them as wide as she can. They're a golden brown on the back, darker on the underside - not bad looking, all told, though not as impressive as pure white or pure black. She doesn't know how to pull them in, but apparently it's instinct, because when she folds them against her back, they... fit into it, somehow, passing through the plantsuit without a problem.

We don't question strange things like 6.5' wings being folded into a 16-year-old girl's back. It just leads to headaches.

"That was officially the worst day ever," she mumbles, not really processing that she's still curled up against Castiel's chest. This'll be embarrassing in a minute.

"Well yes," Castiel agrees. "I don't understand it myself, but I'm told it is the point..." But then suddenly the girl in his arms is relaxing, flexing these odd human wings. Castiel blinks at the color, then relaxes slightly as they disappear. That at least seems completely normal to him.

"Hm." Castiel says non-committally. He's had plenty of contenders for 'worst day ever' and honestly ... he doesn't want to think about picking just one. He doesn't know what else he's suppose to be doing either, so he continues to hold Tay.

It's about this time that Tay realises she's still being cuddled. She pushes up with a little more force than she expected and takes a moment to re-calibrate her movements. She's moving a bit faster, and a bit stronger, and she's suddenly not entirely sure of her body anymore.

"Um." She settles herself next to Castiel, not really certain she could walk just yet. Her heart feels almost painfully slow in her chest, now that she has the ability to think about something that's not "pain" or "need food".

Though she is pretty hungry.

"Thanks," she says finally. "I guess. Though dude, what the fuck was that?" She's referring to the cuddling. If that's not obvious. To Cas it probably isn't.

Cas blinks, and stares at her oddly. "You're my sister," he says, then looks away. "I couldn't have done ... nothing."

"I... don't have any brothers," Tay points out, though she sounds kind of tiredly amused by the whole thing. "Anyone ever tell you you're kinda nuts?"

She yawns widely and scrubs at her eyes a bit. She's very tired and it's just hit her that she hasn't actually slept in over 24 hours. "I should... sleep."

Cas blinks at her in confusion. "I'm Castiel," he explains. "I'm an angel of the Lord..... or I used to be." He grimaces. "... but if you're also an angel, that makes you my sister, still. ... Little sister?" It's hard to say. The vessel's age does not indicate the age of the angel inside. Something tells Cas that Tay is younger than him though.

He blinks again and this time he looks concerned. "There are rooms," he says. ".... do you have a room?"

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Tay looks a little wide-eyed when he says he used to be an angel. She's actually never met someone who's lost their wings, to her knowledge, anyway. "Did... did you Fall?" she asks uncertainly. She really probably shouldn't ask, but... well, he cuddled her and now he's all with the "we are brother and sister" thing, so she totally has the right to ask if she feels like it, right? ...not that she needs the right, but some things even archangels are careful with, and like to skirt around - Falling is one of those things.

"Um." Tay gestures vaguely. "I've been sleeping in the... wall things? Didn't feel like searching for a room that was empty..."

She's not really thinking about that now, though, because come to think of it, she doesn't feel much like an archangel. Her whole family, training her as she grew up, talked about an archangel's drive to hunt, an archangel's instincts, on and on. But she just feels... sort of empty. Like she's missing part of herself.

It doesn't occur to her, of course, that she might not have the same Calling as the rest of her family. The last non-archangel born in the Barnam family was a Vengeance angel, almost a decade ago.

Ignorance is bliss, however, and her brain isn't processing entirely right due to being sleep deprived and all.

Castiel looks away. "I disobeyed and I was cast out of Heaven" he mumbles. "So yes, I Fell."

When he looks back at her, he's clearly looking for a change of subject. "We can find you a bed," he says, standing and offering a hand to Tay to help her to her feet.

Given the "cast out" phrasing, Tay's gonna translate that in her head as "I felt guilty for something and jumped off a roof and managed to survive". Hey, whatever keeps them from a repeat of their first meeting, right?

But Tay can appreciate a change of subject, and she's too tired and (as she thinks about it) cranky to give enough of a shit to press the topic. "Bed'd be nice," she says. But she already got cuddles, which are totally wussy and below a Barnam, so she ignores Castiel's hand, opting to push herself up and wobble for a moment before regaining her balance. "Those wall pod things are fuckin' creepy."

Castiel shrugged. She was a lot like Dean, his little sister was. Dean wouldn't want help either. So he turned and started to lead the way towards the living area of the ship.

Tay trails along behind Cas, somewhat unsteady, but doing okay. She's tired and feels sort of like her limbs aren't responding properly (even though they are, it's just different somehow), and feels a little dizzy - probably just psychosomatic because of the difference in her heart rate.

"Why're you bein' so nice to me?" she asks through a yawn. "And don't say it's cause I'm your sister in the Lord or whatever, 'cause I've seen siblings, and they can be serious bitches to each other."

"... you are my sister," Cas says, "but ... you haven't tried to kill me yet." He quirks an eyebrow as he looks over at Tay. "You aren't going to, are you? Try to kill me?"

"I kill demons," Tay says immediately. "I don't kill people."

And then, because Cas seems to be a bit on the crazy side, she adds, "And yes, you're people." She pauses for a moment, and then continues. "Um, I'm Tay, by the way. I never said. Taylor."

She doesn't really stop to wonder why she bothered with the full version - no one calls her Taylor, not even her grandfather.

"I'm a Fallen angel," Castiel corrects, but he's not going to push the issue.

"Tay," he repeats. It's not exactly an angel's name, but then neither is Anna.

They've reached the living quarters, and Cas pushes the door to an empty one open, poking his head inside. "Here," he says, holding the door open for Tay.

"Bed!" Tay might be tired and unsteady and feeling lonely and confused, and she might have been raised so differently than most kids, but she's still a teenager sometimes. She runs in and all but throws herself on the bed, sprawled in all her 5'10" (and a half) glory.

She missed having a place to sleep that didn't feel creepily like a womb or something.

She looks back up at Castiel and smiles - the first proper smile he's gotten out of her, one of the first she's given since she got here a week ago. "Thanks, man. I owe you."

Cas looks kind of uncomfortable. "It's ... what you do for family," he says. Or so Sam and Dean have taught him.

"You should ... get some rest."

"Maybe so. Probably depends on the family."

Tay yawns widely and curls around the pillow, very clearly already starting to drift off. "Yeah... sleep," she mumbles.

She'll be dead to the world for a dozen hours or so.

She was asleep, so Cas turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

"Taaaaaaaaaayyyyy!"

Amelia, as always, being loud and energetic. But hey, she brought food, like she said she would! (Or...that stuff they told her was food, anyway. It reminded her of when Martha was on duty at the church kitchen.) Of course she was unaware of the fact that somebody else had already beaten her to it, but she wouldn't be too heartbroken to find out.

She would have run in, but she had to be careful not to spill anything (a goal which was not entirely successful).

When she saw Tay, she stopped, eyes wide. "Wooooow. You weren't kidding."

We're having such a good time [OPEN]

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I'm off to supper with my dad (weeps), so I'll be afk for a couple hours, just fyi. <3

Perfectly fine, as work is eating my face. :)

I return! With new trainers and comfy PJs and fruity candles!

Ooh, very nice!

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Sorry I late! ^^;

Dude, don't apologise, I'm psyched! :D

... cas is not going to take this well, sigh X3

LOL, Tay says "bite me, pretty boy". Poor Cas...

cas sez ;____;

pet Don't cry, pretty angel!

sniffles :<

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awww

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We're having such a good time [OPEN]

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I'm off to supper with my dad (*weeps*), so I'll be afk for a couple hours, just fyi. <3

Perfectly fine, as work is eating my face. :)

I return! With new trainers and comfy PJs and fruity candles!

Ooh, very nice!

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Sorry I late! ^^;

Dude, don't apologise, I'm psyched! :D

... cas is not going to take this well, sigh X3

LOL, Tay says "bite me, pretty boy". Poor Cas...

cas sez ;____;

*pet* Don't cry, pretty angel!

*sniffles* :<

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Click the link for wings that look like Tay's!

awww

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I'm off to supper with my dad (weeps), so I'll be afk for a couple hours, just fyi. <3

pet Don't cry, pretty angel!

sniffles :<