open horizon post.

[privatizes]

the primary location of tony's domain is the stark eco compound, where he hid his family post-snap. it is a secluded cabin in the woods, surrounded by trees, tranquility, and calm. there is a lake in front, along with a few stray farm animals.

this is home.

you will not find people, though. and if you explore the cabin, you will find that some rooms are boarded up. you can't access them, and there is a powerful, deep seated grief associated with a few doors. one of them has a sign with a small child's handwritten, sloppily hung on the front. it reads 'morgan' but the door is unable to be opened, hammered shut with boards.

time is needed.

despite it being a secluded area, there are signs that a very not-normal life takes place, here. tucked away in the shadows are signs of extraordinarily advanced equipment, half-finished projects in corners. but overall, it's a calm, serene place, with a kitchen, a few bedrooms, and a greenhouse out back.

difficulty letting go.

and in the basement, you will find tony's lab. it's exceptionally advanced, with a functioning a.i. system (F.R.I.D.A.Y.) that will get you whatever you need, within reason. there are a number of functioning nanotech-powered suits in the corner, ready to be activated with the touch of a hand.

order yourself a coke.

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[unwings]

[ while the rest of the world sleeps, castiel settles on his bunk in the barracks, meditating into horizon. it's a compromise for dean's demand that cas not watch over him as he sleeps. he may be hovering directly above him, with dean on the bottom bunk, but there's no watching involved, so he's not breaking any rules, right? sure.

tonight, he wanders the remote tranquility of tony's domain. he passes through the greenhouse, glances over the half-finished projects, and pauses to pet a stray goat. with no sign of life, and the expectation that any human Summoned are getting their standard 8 hours of REM cycle rather than occupying the Horizon, Castiel enters the cabin, careful not to disturb anything.

he paces through quietly, observing like a patron in an art gallery, and does his best to keep his hands to himself, instead of picking up every other item for inspection, as he usually would in the physical world. here, he'd rather pass through like a ghost, no evidence of him left behind.

the advanced technology is intriguing, but ultimately, not what most seizes cas's attention. it's the grief, a palpable sensation that reaches into his gut and twists in a stingingly familiar way. he follows it, through the home, up to the boarded up door.

morgan, the sign reads, and this time cas can't help himself. fingertips touch gingerly to the uneven lines of children's handwriting, tracing over it, as if it'll paint a picture of the memory that clings to it. that's likely where tony finds him, settled into a soft, contemplative sorrow. ]