WHO: Castiel (Gregory Wilton) & open!
WHAT: Another mojoless angel flops around town hello /o/
WHERE: (Cave) The library mostly, creeping around town, eventually the bar because why not.
WHEN: Monday (4th) - Thursday (7th).
WARNINGS: None atm!

It wasn't long after Castiel had "woken up" and was fed an elaborate story about how he was really a human man named Gregory Wilton that the angel was walking around the Cave searching for answers. Normally, such a search would take him a few seconds at best, but it would seem that at the moment he was stripped of his powers and rendered human. Again.

He wasn't a fan, but nonetheless tried his best to search the Cave via foot and found by the end of the day his situation had not really changed.

The next day, Cas was being encouraged to... "go to work" by the workers. At first, he fully intended on ignoring them -- but when he discovered that Gregory's job was at the library, the (former) angel complied. Not that he even knew what on Earth librarians even did. Well, they organized books, he supposed, but that wasn't the only thing, was it? He didn't know and decided he didn't care to learn at the moment, though he could certainly use the facility for his own purposes. As such, Monday then became nothing more than one long study session that started with the collection of paper books (seeing as Cas was still a little perplexed by the digital technology of man). Begrudgingly grabbing himself one of the ladders provided, he set to work scanning over each and every single title, pulling out those he deemed useful. Piles of books formed around his search areas as he worked and at varying points throughout the day, one could either find him sitting/standing around thumbing through book after book or moving through aisles with his head titled so he could read the title written on the spine as he moved.

Tuesday, Cas was back at it. He had figured out the basic history of the Cave and the City, but beyond that he had yet to discover anything helpful. Eventually, Castiel found himself turning more and more to the digital information (which meant he spent some time simply figuring out how the gadgets worked). After a while of playing with the e-reader in his hands, he was able to figure out basically how the thing worked. But even so, Castiel was left staring intently into the screen with a furrowed brow and tilted head as though the device held all the secrets of the universe inside.

By Wednesday he had learned that the device did not hold any secrets of any universe. Cas had figured it out to the point of being able to look at it without an expression of confusion stamped on his face though, so there was that at least. That said, Castiel deemed the resources of the library depleted and decided it was time he ventured back into the strange little world. He located the subway system later that day, and though was denied access to it because he had not yet completed what he understood to be a week long quest of sorts, hovered around nearby for a little while before deciding this too was a lost cause. The people in charge here were very stubborn, it seemed.

Naturally, he was drinking by Thursday. Beginning to get a little ruffled by his lack of success here and growing concern about what must be happening in Heaven but powerless to do a damn thing, the angel sat at the bar quietly nursing a glass of some sort of whiskey. Normally he was protected by some holy alcohol tolerance, but now that he was human he had no such gift. That said, it would seem that he was still a far cry from a lightweight -- Cas had downed a couple shots prior to the whiskey and still didn't seem much different from his usual, serious self.