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Twelfth Temptation ♆ [Dictated]

Backdated to Thursday Night, via Richard Castle's journal:

[Anybody listening in on the journal at that particular moment would hear the sounds of someone getting ready for bed. A running faucet, brushing teeth, the sounds of rustling fabric as the person changes into their pajamas, a few sleepy grunts... a wistful sigh... before there is more rustling fabric as the person climbs into bed.

Soon after, there are some soft snores, as well as some sleep murmuring, before the journal closes itself.]

Saturday, late morning:

[The journal opens again about an hour after Castle was supposed to be at work, just in time to catch the Meg knocking on the door for several minutes. Name plate's still there, so as far as she's concerned, there's no good reason why she's gotta work alone on a weekend.]

Dammit, Castle! Come on, your shift started an hour ago!

[After knocking a few more times, the demons loses her patience, and with a frustrated wave of her hand, the door flies open. Anyone else might have qualms about busting into someone's room like that; Meg... not so much.

She breathes a sigh of relief when she sees him sleeping soundly -- not that she actually cares, of course. Except she... totally does. Even so, it does nothing to mask her irritation as she stalks across the room and prods at him a few times.]

Hey. Rick. Wake up. Castle. CASTLE. C'mon, man...

[She shakes him... sort of gently... by the shoulders, and pats his cheek a few times. No dice. The lights are out, and nobody's home. Kay... well... he's breathing so he's not dead, and that's good enough for her.

Obviously, raising her voice is the solution here.]

Rise 'n shine, Sleeping Beauty!

[Nope. Nothing. Meg unceremoniously picks up his hand and lets it go, where it drops straight back down to his side on the mattress with a dull thud.

Damn.

Defeated, she reaches over to shut his journal, but thinks the better of it.]

So... Castle's out cold, I can't wake him up. Seems a little quick for another damn sleeping curse, but whatever. Guess I'll just leave him in bed. Someone else oughta come keep me company at Death Match.

[She leaves the journal open - who knows if the damn thing will choose to stay that way, but hey, these things are kinda like baby monitors, right? Rick's a pretty easy-going guy and she doubts he has enemies around here, but who knows? People can be dicks. She sets it on his nightstand and points a menacing finger at it.]

Stay.

[Meg glances over her shoulder to make sure nobody's being nosy. Once satisfied that they're alone, she smooths his ruffled hair down and straightens his covers, tucking him in a little tighter. Before she leaves, she turns and speaks directly into the journal, addressing everyone again.]

I'm guessing I don't need to say it, but if anybody messes with him or his stuff, you're gonna have me to deal with. If you don't know what that means, I don't suggest finding out.

[With that, there's the snap of high heeled boots walking away, and the sound of the door slamming shut and locking from the outside.]

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Oh my God.

[Kate grabs her journal, shoving it up to her face as if it will somehow make her come through clearer. She's trying not to sound like she's panicking.]

Where is he?

[Duh. She's not even used to Kate being back yet, or Meg would probably have told her privately first...

Oh well.]

He's in uh... room 210. Used to be yours, too. Come down here, I'll let you in.

I'm on my way.

[Kate practically slams her journal shut, and at least remembers to grab it before she runs out the door of her room.]

'Kay.

[She walks back and leans up against the wall by his door, waiting.]

Are you sure he's not just hammered out of his gourd? That's just as likely. I mean, come on, it's Castle.

Please, like I haven't seen that. He's OUT out.

[Kate runs the whole way there, finally turning a corner near the room. She figures the woman is Meg, and she's winded when she finally meets up with her, although she's doing her best to stay calm.]

This the room?

Yeah.

[Meg nods in greeting and waves her hand, and the door clicks open and swings inward. She hangs back, giving Kate plenty of room to rush to his side.]

[And Kate does just that. She rushes past Meg to the bed, pausing only a few feet away to stare at him. After a moment of taking him in she finally gets the strength to move forward, dropping down on the bed.]

Oh, God, Rick. [She sighs and reaches out to him, putting her hands on his cheeks. He really does look like he's just sleeping, and she hopes that's all it really is.] It's Kate. I'm here, babe. And I'm not goin' anywhere, all right?

[It takes her a moment to remember Meg is there, and she looks back over at him.] Does the castle... Do this to people? [That's the best she's gotten so far from "sleeping curse."]

Castle bullshit, then. Hope he's doing something fun.

[Meg lingers outside a moment, partially to be polite, but mostly to hide the tears that well up, pricking at the corners of her eyes. She takes a steadying breath and tries to push the pangs of jealousy away - she'd easily kill to be able to crawl into bed next to Cas one more time. At Kate's question, she quickly checks herself and slips inside, answering in her most reassuring voice.]

Yeah, it's a thing. Sometimes people just go to sleep for a while, sometimes they come back with new memories from home, other times they just wake up like nothing happened. Hell, people even die and come back. He'll be fine.

That's what I figure. At least when he wakes up, Kate will be back.

[Just a tad jealous and bitter.]

[Kate sighs, moving her eyes back to Castle's and brushing his hair gently out of his face. She's hoping he'll wake up sooner rather than later. She's not sure what she'll do if he doesn't.

She does do her best to take Meg's words at face value, though. She's been there longer, and if she's seen it before that gives Kate some hope.]

Thanks for checking on him. [Kate takes one of his hands in hers and sighs again.] Do you, uh, have a key to the room I can use? I'll keep an eye on him until he wakes up.

[ Altaïr can't recognize the man he'd encountered a few weeks ago, given that he was sleepwalking at the time, but this is still concerning. It seems this place has a fondness for sleeping sicknesses, and that is not okay. ]

Are you sure he is not ill?

[ He doesn't bat an eye at her threat, or question her wish to protect her friend and his possessions by force if necessary. Altaïr doesn't trust strangers either, and trusts the Castle even less. He doesn't even use his own room. ]

[Meg doesn't recognize the voice, so her reply is short and impatient.]

Seemed fine to me. Who's asking, anyway?

Oh, I think I missed who Kate was. Given your tone, I'm assuming she's important to him in the tangled bedsheets kind of way.

[ His reply is also curt, his patience running thin as it is. ]

Someone who is concerned about being held prisoner in this world and made to fall asleep at inopportune times. How can you be sure this isn't one of the Castle's tricks?

[…]

You must be new.

[Through clenched teeth]

Yes. That would be the one.

Edited 2014-03-19 04:26 (UTC)

[Meg looks around, and notices his keys on the desk across the room. With a wave of her hand, they fly across the room and land on the bed next to Kate.]

I don't, but he does. There ya go. [The key to the bar is on there, too, but Kate is the last person she needs to worry about that with.] And you're welcome. Let me know if you need anything, huh?

[Kate can't help but watch in wonder as the keys hit the bed, her wide eyes moving from the keys' final resting place back up to Meg.]

Right. I will. [She looks back at Castle again, squeezing his still hand before her attention moves once again to the keys.] How... how did you do that?

[Oops. This kate has no idea what she is. Way to go, genius.]

Sorry, I keep forgetting you don't actually know me. [She chuckles.] Not like you wouldn't find out anyway, I don't really bother to hide it around here. I'm a demon.

[...]

A what?

A demon. Think Linda Blair with less head spinning and pea soup.

[She sighs and gives a sympathetic smile. Even in their world, the vast majority of humanity turns a blind eye to all the werid shit.]

Kind of a thing where I'm from. Angels, too, but most of them are dicks.

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Well, super fun day for him, I suppose.

When he wakes up, anyway.

[ For a man who deals in secrecy and subterfuge, he certainly hates having information withheld from him. ]

Enlighten me.

[Gee, they might even be friends if she wasn't being such a bitch.]

Right, because that's my purpose in life.

[ Altaïr isn't the best at making friends to begin with. ]

Are you not a captive, too? Hasn't this place taken you from your home as well? Do you deny that hiding information out of spite will benefit no one? If you will not give me answers, I will find them myself.

[ Some unfortunate townspeople are going to have a date in an alley with his fist.... ]

... Right. I would have expected it to be, uh, the other way around.

[Kate is staring at her warily, not sure whether or not she should believe it. Of course, she had just seen this woman lob a pair of keys across the room with apparently nothing but the sheer will of her mind, and Kate is starting to realize that her own disbelief for any of the weird things she's seen over the last day is growing particularly thin.]

Should I be freaked out right now? [Seriously. 'Demon' sounds... questionable.]

[She snorts.]

I don't exactly see it that way. Dig all you want, it's not like it matters.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I hate demons, too. Bunch of morons, at this point.

[She gives her best attempt at a reassuring smile.]

Nah. I was pretty tame to begin with, all things considered, and this place has done a number on me. Let's just say I don't bite unless someone deserves it. You and I actually captured a murdering psychopath together a while back, but you obviously don't remember that, either.

No, I don't. [Kate sighed, but she felt safe enough to revert her gaze back to Castle. It would be so much easier if he was awake and could tell her what the hell was going on.] You and I caught a killer? For some reason, I didn't think that was gonna be a problem here.

Of course it matters.

[ Freedom for himself and others is everything. It's what he lives for, and it's what he kills for. ]

I cannot help it if some have given up and wish to rot here for the rest of their lives. That does not mean I won't find any information of use. I have some skill in seeing the unseen.

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