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Given the rather interesting little bit of art that appeared overnight, I was thinking of getting a group of experts together to go and see what's what.

So, if any of you lot are exp- well, probably not experts. More likely aficionados, given this melting pot of realities - of extraterrestrial sightings, history, or any sort of symbology, really, give me a bit of an example of your work.

[... He's way too excited about this crop circle jellyfish thing, okay]

Ooooh its been ages since I've had something right up my alley. Ha!

Private to the Eleventh Doctor/the TARDIS

Fancy a bit of an adventure? Nothing much ever comes of crop circles, but those magnetic spheres they found seem... promising.

Private to Jack/Rose/Amy

Nothing like a bit of farm art to get back into the spirit of things, hm? [AKA: hi. You're companions. You have no choice but to tag along with him on this silly adventure]

Private to Edriss/Washu

Where you two are from, how often do crop circles actually turn out to mean anything?

Private to Jubilee/Mary/Sheldon

Interested in seeing a proper alien adventure? No little blue box, mind, but she'll probably be there, too.

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Have a bit of an opinion on them, don't you? [He's just curious about it, though. Not judgmental at all.]

Granted, only really met Gabriel for more than a few exchanged words. Believe I've bumped into Michael as well, though.

They from your reality, then?

I didn't even know he was an angel until I got here.

[Dean shrugs a shoulder. Did that bother him? Yeah, a little. He couldn't figure out why he'd choose to fly under the radar and was convinced it was part of another trick.]

As for Michael. That guy's a piece of work.

They're both from home. Even if we'd all be better off without 'em.

Yeeaaaah, figure any angel would be a bit of work. Figureheads of religion usually are, even if they are aliens, most of the time...

[Egyptian Gods, Dean. Anubis was a bitch to deal with.]

Anyway! Mind a bit of gossip? I'm actually quite a bit curious about angels. Only lot I knew that called themselves angels were... well. [He rubs at his chin] The type you see in graveyards, actually. Stone.

You're askin' the wrong guy. If you want the intel on angels and that kind of myth you're better off gettin' in touch with Sam.

[He didn't even believe in them until one pulled him straight out of hell.]

Sam? [He's heard the name said around the network before, but...] Oh, but I don't want the myth. Already know most of what the books say.

I'm more interested in where they came from, now. What sort of world has beings like that in it.

Yeah. Good luck with that. S'far as I know these guys don't appreciate their personal space being invaded.

[But they'll put their noses in everyone else's business with no problem.]

If you want that kind of information look up a guy named Cas. He'll share, if he's feelin' charitable.

I'm not the one you wanna talk to for an unbiased opinion on those feathery assholes.

Oh, nothing wrong with a biased opinion. Always interested in how the bias was built.

[He's making a mental note of the name Cas, however]

I brought Gabriel cookies, once. [pause] In a picnic basket. [ p a u s e ] At his nightclub.

[Looking oh so innocent with that smile of his. Not at all as insane as that admission might lead people to believe.]

Didn't seem to mind the invasion.

[Too bad. Dean's already thinking this guy is a few straps short of a straight jacket.]

Might've been the peace offering. He's a real sweets freak.

I'm just glad getting a bit of face time didn't involve any sort of ritual sacrifice. [Wouldn't have been the first time] But they do seem rather... modern. Compared to some other Gods and religious figures I've met, that is.

Guess you got lucky. I've seen him smite the crap outta people out of boredom.

[The modern thing he has to agree with though. He rolls his eyes. He can't believe he's about to say something nice about the guy.] Yeah, I guess they have that goin' for 'em.

[Dean Winchester, you deserve a gold star for that.]

Good thing I'm not the type of person to bring boredom with me. Life of the party, me. Sometimes the cause of the party. There was this one time in France, 1749, just happened into a wine cellar... managed to avoid getting arrested on account of saving the nobleman's daughter from a race of sentient boulders by introducing disco a few centuries ahead of its time...

[Oops. Rambling.]

[Dean's not sure what to make of sentient boulders, give him a sec.]

I can't tell if you're certifiable or if your home life's crazier than mine, but if you're responsible for disco dancing you need to be locked away anyway.

Disco is probably the worst thing to happen to music up until S Club 7.

[Just wait until he gets to the alien part of things.]

Probably'd earn that certificate, if you sit down and think about it. [He grins]

Oh, not the worst bit of music humans turned out. Stayin' Alive? Boogie Oogie Oogie? Funky Town?

I'm sure you would.

[Dean rolls his eyes at Stayin' Alive and Boogie Oogie Oogie. He's guilty of using Funky Town as a code word when hunts went belly up. So he can't say anything there.]

[He's just sort of grinning, doing his best to look... as innocent as he can manage. Which, really, isn't very innocent at all]

Had to help stop a twenty year traffic jam, once. And keep the people from getting their cars cracked open by giant crabs.

[Yup.]

[Nope, he's got nothing. No rebuttal that'll carry this conversation anymore. You win.]

Which loony bin did you escape from?

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Got a pass a bit over a month ago, actually.

[....... No, seriously.]

Did you dupe the nurse?

[His face suggests you didn't deserve that pass, dude.]

She had a bit of a soft spot.

[And this face is asking why you would ever think that!]

Probably a whack job too if she let you wander the streets.

Oh, no need to insult her like that. [His eyebrows raise] It was a sound analysis. Perfectly sane, here. Well, as sane as anyone can be.

Could've fooled me.

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