6114/Pied Piper: A Meeting with SHIELD

Pied Piper: A Meeting with SHIELD
Date of Scene:	05 January 2019
Location:	Triskelion, New York City
Synopsis:	A guest comes to SHIELD with news about the Black Sleep. Info is traded and a necromancer catches on fire... ask Castiel, it's all his fault.
Cast of Characters:	Shadow King, Darcy Lewis, Captain America, Black Widow (Romanoff), Hawkeye (Barton), Spider-Woman (Drew), Melinda May, Castiel
Tinyplot:	Pied Piper

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Shadow King has posed:
    A meeting is scheduled in the WAND wing to speak to a mage informant about the state of the #BlackSleep situation. The man has spoken to SHIELD for a number of years off and on, advising and identifying certain relics or artifacts. His name is Matthias Vega, a supernatural consultant. His file is not extremely high of security: level 5 and above can access it.

    There is belief that he is some style of necromancer and spirit-talker, as there is evidence of some strange magical automatons outside of the magically warded estate he occupies in Maine.

    This man has arrived: in a black limosine, parked, and has settled into one of the meeting rooms on the WAND floor. He looks a great deal like he walked out of an 'Interview with the Vampire' movie set, with long dark hair and ghostly pale white-gray eyes. His jaw is sharp, attire very dark, except for a spark of gold color of a scarf at neck under his warm vest. He's reclining in the room with tea that he was given.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Taskes with prepping for conferences, Darcy's set up the meeting room. Coffee, water, and yes tea. She's learned to brew a good cup of the stuff, given that she doesn't drink it. But May likes it and Darcy likes keeping her SO happy. So.. tea.

She waits now, barely manaing not to open mouth and Darcy the start of the meeting, though if the others take any longer, she just might.

Captain America has posed:
Upon hearing of the arrival of the magical, mystical guest, Steve makes his way to the WAND wing. He's looking strained if present when he arrives, as if he slept badly the night before. It'll be coffee for him. He nods wordlessly at the others in the room. Matthias gets a longer side-glance, as if the Captain would attempt to read intentions right off the bat.

Having gleaned little other than the man likes tea and has an interesting fashion sense, Steve in his blue button-down and jeans leans against the wall of the room.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
At the appointed time, Natasha was present for the meeting. She showed up early enough she was able to get a spot on the edge of the room, back to the wall, watching the doorway. In a room of agents, it was a prime spot that lots would've chosen.

She has a cup of coffee in her hand, black. She sips it idly as she waits for things to begin. She eyes the visitor openly, gauging him.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint strolls in almost on time, which is stranger happening than a quarter of the world taking a nap it can't get up from. The archer, is dressed casually with his SHIELD badge hanging around his neck. Their magical mystery guest gets a look, a 'heh' and then Clint goes directly to the coffee.

Pouring himself a cup, he greets his fellow SHIELDies, "How's everyone?" he asks quietly, the question is for everyone but the archer's attention is on Cap, noting that strained look and at least vaguely aware of the current Bucky drama.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica Drew slips in, making no pretense of being on time. She has her own cup, a large ceramic mug bearing the words "The Tears of Mine Enemies," with a little tea tag hanging over one side of it. It would seem that hern enemy today is one "Earl Grey."

JD sidles over to one side, leaning against the wall near Steve Rogers, wearing jeans, dark brown boots, and a matching leather blazer, with a red bodysuit beneath, emblazoned with delicate gold webbing. It's got a high neckline that's covered by cascades of careless dark waves. She arches a brow at Steve as she slides into place like she belongs there. Then she turns her gaze on the man who's the reason she came.

Melinda May has posed:
May arrives at exactly the time the meeting is schedule to begin, which for her is late. But then, she's been doing the work of the Assistant Director and it's a LOT more demanding than Hill ever made it seem.

She doesn't bother with the beverages, going straight to the table and taking a seat then looking at the visitor with a serious expression.

"From the preliminary report I've been given, you have some information about the increasing incidents of people not waking, it would be greatly appreciated.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's been kept out of the Bucky loop by virtue of security clearance. The admin agent has little to no reason for being down in the security wing, so... she's unaware of any of the details. And yet, Steve's tension is noted, and so, without a word she moves to the coffee stand with Clint and wordless pours a cup of coffee.

For meetings in which there's little information about the person coming to talk, Darcy brews two strengths. Normal and WTF. This cup is half and half, so... it's a nice blend of WTF Normal. That's what we'll call it. No sugar. No cream, not even stirred. Coffe mug in hand, she slips from the coffee to walk toward Steve. A small smile, just for him, without any hint of innuendo or teasing flirts, is given. It's a sure enough sign from the agent that she knows something is wrong and she's worried for him. It's a wordless, silent offer of a shoulder when and should he need one. The coffee is held out for him to take just as May starts talking.

Shadow King has posed:
    The WAND agent in charge of making sure Mr. Vega doesn't wander off anywhere stays near him, but moves to greet each of the other agents as they arrive. Vega himself is relaxed with a notebook, his eyes down in it, but he looks up as each agent comes in. In particular he reacts to Captain America: like many people do, he recognizes that one immediately. And then Natasha, and Clint. "I am well," he addresses Clint. "I did not know I was also giving aid to the Avengers," Mr. Vega says thoughtfully, as if it were interesting, but he is not bothered.

    "But I think we can cover a lot of ground this way, and time presses ever shorter, hour by hour. Are we expecting more, or might I begin?" asks the mage to the WAND agent. He then asides to Darcy, with a spidery pale hand gesturing to his tea, "Another, if you would?" he asks of her, polite, with a little clear of throat that rattles like dried, loose leaves.

    When Agent May arrives, and it is clear she is the one he was waiting for, he nods to her. "I do. Alas, I did not bring slides, but I shall paint description in words as well as I can," he says. "I have identified that the sleepers are being held in a dream-state, their minds imprisoned, unable to be roused. For what exact ends, I have guesses. But what is important to say first is the effect is entirely magical in nature."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
With Clint's greeting, he gets a brief smile from Natasha before she focuses back on the others entering. Everyone gets a nod of acknowledgement, no matter how well known or not they may be to her. Yet, she is holding her tongue for the time being, knowing that others will have it well in hand. With the revelation that the source is magical, she frowns slightly before hiding the expression behind her mug as she sips her coffee again.

Captain America has posed:
Jessica gets a small nod of greeting and a smaller smile. Not a lot of sunshine from the Captain today, just a mask of severe politeness as he readies himself mentally for proceedings. A life could be riding on the meeting's revelations. Darcy's offer of a cup of coffee coaxes forth a more obvious curl of lips. He mouths 'Thank you' and takes it from her, not wanting to speak aloud and interrupt Director May.

The man glances at Clint and Natasha in passing at the Avenger's comment. To hear confirmation that the Sleep is magical is of note to Steve. He suspected, but now it's confirmed. His brows lift a touch in undisguised interest.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Returning Nat's smile and giving a friendly nod to Jess when she enters Clint can't help but groan, "Oh joy, magic," when the source of the sleep is revealed. "Remember when we fought guys I could shoot?" he asks wryly. "Those were good times."

As for the Avengers remark, he nods, "Shared interests," he explains leaning against the wall, arms crossed, coffee still held in one hand.

Melinda May has posed:
May listens attentively as the man explains, and seems to disregard the others' comments that are not completely relevant to the topic at hand.

"Is there a way to ward against this?" She can think of a handful of WAND agents -- and consultants -- that could be of particular use in his situation. A few individuals in particular. It's just getting a hold of them that isn't entirely reliable.

"What are your guesses about why this is happening?" Knowing why it's happening might be another clue about how to stop it.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"You can still shoot mages. I do it all the time in video games. If you can dodge the red and blue shit they shoot back at you, cause that stuff's bad news. Especially the blue." Jessica sighs and shakes her head. "Does that mean these guys /aren't/ telepaths? Or does it mean that they might just be telepaths with bonus fun skills?" She quiets for a moment, with a more pensive gaze toward the floor. "And what news is there of OUR mage? Strange hasn't yet quite been accounted for, has he?" Isn't that why groups are always supposed to have a healer? They didn't bring enough potions for this mess...

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Coffee delivered, Darcy smiles again at the 'thank you'. Her eyes close on a long blink and her chin dips down: You're welcome.

And then she steps off to the side, to listen in and watch everyone's drinks and body language. In case someone needs something. She stocked the room, after all.

Shadow King has posed:
    "Ward? Mmm. In a way. To fall into this dream coma, you must already be sleeping. Staying awake is, in truth, a way to avoid it. But not all of those who sleep are taken into this trance. The growth is extremely exponential, however. And I would expect the world to be under this spell in a matter of days if action isn't taken." Mr. Vega clears his throat again, and proceeds after taking a big draw from the tea, as if he were very parched.

    "We know that there is a woman in Norway, 'Miracle Elle', who is able to appeal to Norse gods through her religious devotion to remove the effect. Lacking godly power, we still must do our best, though," chuckles the necromancer. A little look is sent to Steve, a wrinkle of nose, perhaps suggesting Steve is close to godly, but then off, to some empty space to the side, as if gathering his thoughts there.

    "We know that there are some other ways to temporarily lift or remain safe from it as well. I can go into those, but for now, I want to focus on what we can do against this foe itself, and yes, the 'why'..." Tongue moves slowly against the inside of his teeth of his lower jaw, and his chilly eyes pass over all of those listening. There is a brief sense, perhaps, that he appreciates all of the eyes glued onto him and hanging on his words.

    "Telepaths, no. Useless here. Dr. Strange is ...'out of order', but not entirely lost. I'm working on that, but we can only do so many things all at once," the mage answers Jessica.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Pointing with his coffee cup, Clint says to Jessica, "Good point. Mages are totally shootable," trying to sound upbeat about that. Hey, a quarter of the world was sleeping, someone had to be the glass half-full guy.

"So, why don't we grab this Miracle Elle person and bring them here to mojo our essential personnel, WAND, anyone else who has a chance in hell of stopping this? Or heck, if she's praying to Thor or whoever, let's skip the middle-man and bring the big guy over here to help." Seemed simple enough to the very non-magical Clint.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
That clearing of throat. Darcy's head tilts an inch and she moves from the wall to the counter where the coffee and the teas are set. A fresh cup is pulled down, along with a smaller teapot whose lid holds a mesh cylinder. There's some movement from Darcy, as the tea box is opened and the ginger is pulled out. She fills the cylinder most of the way with this herb, then drops in a single bit of yellow dried rind. The mesh closed, Darcy pours in the piping hot water from the electrical kettle on the counter and caps the tea pot. Leaving that to steep a moment, Darcy puts all the tea things back in the box, before turning to carry the teapot and fresh cup around the long way to the mage.

"Do we need to ask Thor if someone's praying to him? Because that's something that can be done," she chimes in, proving that she's been listening.

The tea cup the mage had, just a simple green tea, is traded out for this herbal blend. One that after she sets it down a squeeze from a lemon wedge she had set on the plate is added. The old cup is then collected so the mage can drink this new tea instead.

Captain America has posed:
Wheat-gold brows meet at the glancing attention that slides away just as quickly. Steve sips at his drink as he barely keeps himself from squinting at the necromancer. Then, with a sudden startled lift of one shoulder, he's managed to slosh hot coffee nearly all over Jessica's shoes! He coughs a few times, having inhaled half of his previous mouthful, and holds up his free hand with a grimace.

"Sorry, wrong tube," he rasps before walking over to the coffee stand to grab a napkin. The Captain shoots a look of apology to all diverted at him in passing. Matthias gets a harder glare in passing before he then works at drying off the bottom of his mug. "Thor would probably know if there was someone praying to him. It could be the best place to start," he comments as he walks back over to his place on the wall and to Jessica with a handful of napkins to offer her, just in case. His bad, whoops.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"God, I am SO glad I chose the espresso in these boots," Jess hands Steve one of the napkins from beneath her cup of enemy tears, and uses the other to wipe the coffee from her boots, just as he offers her more napkins, and she utilizes them to the best of her ability. "No harm. I dress to be accident-proof." The coffee, indeed, comes off the dark leather boots without incident. "You might wanna label your tubes. I have a labelmaker in my office if you need some help."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"My main question is do we know who and where to find them? Then we get back to the shooting discussion they were having a moment ago," Natasha says as she nods toward Jessica and Clint, her focus actually on Matthias though. "Why is something I'd like to know as well, though less so than the who and where."

Shadow King has posed:
    "Are you all right? That looked hot," Mr. Vega asks with concern and empathy to Jessica, sitting up a little to angle his view down to the wet coffee disaster, entirely distracted by it. He flashes Darcy a smooth smile as she changes the tea out, and moves to breathe in a deep breath over it with only a soft wheeze of breath afterward. The necromancer does not sound extremely healthy: perhaps his last wish is to help defeat the foe.

    "Thor? It is an idea. Let's all pray to Thor and see what happens," says Mr. Vega, lifting his brows, and then seeming to settle in to begin a good long prayer session. "We could join hands?" he says dryly. He looks up a the ceiling, as if waiting for a godly sign. There isn't one. Mr. Vega MIGHT not be religious.

    A smile flows in as Natasha aims some questions more precisely: "It is a demon in a dimension of dreams. I do not wish to speak names here, as names have magical power. The why? Well. If you are a demon, you may not care much for the world itself. You might care only for the power you can siphon out of your slaves." The necromancer does seem like he might know what he's talking about.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy regards Mr. Vega as he 'prays'. And then her eyes roll.

"Yeah.. he doesn't answer to that kind of prayer. I might buy some lattes or something first, and then see if I can get his attetnion, if you think that's worth a shot, May?" Darcy says. Her tone shifting from over this guy sass to something like respectful as she turns to address the Director.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"So it's a collective consciousness that it's after. The more that fall into this sleep, the more that can be utilized. Or...a collective subconscious, which might be even more dangerous. People don't know what they're capable of, and the constraints of consciousness do nothing but restrain their abilities." Jess clears her throat. "Or...so I've heard."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Got it, you're not a fan of the power of prayer," Clint says to the necromancer. "Shocking. Still if this Elle is actually doing what she appears to be doing then it still might be worth investigating."

When the conversation veers into demon territory, Clint shakes his head. "And you laughed at my Thor theory, so, what then we need some holy water and a young priest and an old priest?" he asks, looking for solutions.

Melinda May has posed:
May nods to the man and gives the others to toss about some thoughts and ideas. Then, seemingly completely incongruously, she says in the exact same serious tone as she's said everything else thus far, "Castiel, if you have a few moments to spare, I would like to speak with you directly." Then she asides to Clint, "No. Just brush up on your Latin and Enochian." To the visitor she only vaguely explains with, "WAND happens to have consultants on the payroll that are specialists in demon hunting."

Shadow King has posed:
    "Demon Hunting; quite. I am aware SHIELD has resources and artifacts in its possession that can boost us. I would know, I have identified a few for you over the past few decades," Mr. Vega says, smoothly. He gives a slight shrug towards Steve. "I'd like to see if there are items that can be re-purposed to network to free large swaths of people at once." He taps a few fingers on the table. "Some magi are preparing to fight. Others of us are preparing to take back those he holds prisoner. But frankly, the numbers of the magical community that are /able/ to fight is low. We need to pool resources. Mages from our global community have been meeting regularly, to draw together what strength remains to us. I hope your WAND group might lend direct hand into channeling, when the time comes."

"So: that is what I am here for; I hope my directness expedites that request," the mage says, weaving his fingers together on the tabletop. "What I don't want is loose demon hunters going off singularly and causing this foe to change up his plans before we all act together."

Captain America has posed:
"If I don't figure out which tube is which soon here, it'll be a special irony," Steve asides quietly to Jessica in passing. He takes up his post on the wall again and sips more cautiously at his drink. No mishaps this time around. His eyes shift between the speakers and back to Matthias now. He has no opinions to share on the thought of praying to old gods, real or not. He does, however, ask his first question of the necromancer once Director May finishes her explanation.

"So if the demon is after someone's consciousness, they fall asleep. They just...wake up where they left off once they're released from the magic?"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"IF they wake up at all," Jessica interjects. She notes a buzz on her wrist and looks at her watch. A few taps on the interface, and she is looking around appraisingly, and then toward the door.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"I know the first one's real," he says meaning Latin, "But 99 percent sure you made up the other," he says of Enochian. Actually Cas had mentioned it once, but then, it was fun to poke at people.

"Yeah, Cas would be good for this," he agrees to May, shifting over a bit when she calls for the angel to appear. He wasn't sure where the guy was going to pop into existance. If he popped into existance.

Then to Mr. Vega he says, "So basically put all the call to mages then get the hell out of the way?" he says before adding, "And no sexually promiscuous demon hunters, screwing up the plan." A beat. "Unless you meant another kind of loose." For those that know Clint the compulsive joking was a sure sign he was worried, but then there was a magical doomsday coming, what else do you expect?

Shadow King has posed:
    "Let's get a god to wake someone up, if you'd like to see what happens to them and interview them," the necromancer suggests casually to Steve. He rolls his eyes a little. "If you do NOT wake them up, they begin to atrophy. It is unpleasant. But it comes with the coma: the lack of nourishment."

    There is then a pause, and Mr. Vega laughs a little. "Forgive me, we don't have time, do we. I've checked on one of those awakened. They don't remember what happened. Not even their dreams. It is as if their very dreams were consumed. They are unharmed otherwise. I do think that if this demon collects up to a certain amount, he may begin to consume souls, to empower himself. He is power hungry, so we can trust him to behave in character, I think. That his 'why' is related to gaining power from those enslaved in dreams."

"Get out of the way? Perhaps. Or you can work to prepare those who need to be freed right away to be first in line, before they starve," Mr. Vega considers.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Well thank you very much for your tremendous insights, Sir. You've been invaluable. Perhaps I should go and brew a big pot of coffee to prepare for the onslaught of waking sleepers we can rouse with your adv-oh, you haven't offered any of that yet, have you?" Jess chides.

Melinda May has posed:
May starts tapping into her tablet. "Prioritize by how long people have been under, because the hospitals are already overloaded with comatose people. Also prioritize people that can help protect others against this, wake others, or track down and eliminate this demon. That's why I requested his presence, Barton. Also, he can contact hunters all over the US who might already be working on trying to figure this out."

Strangely, she doesn't seem at all perperturbed that this 'Castiel' person hasn't shown up yet. After all, it's not like she called him on the phone or asked Ops to send him to the meeting room.

Captain America has posed:
Steve considers his own shoes now with a pensive frown.

"It's a thought..." he mutters in regards to interviewing an awoken person. He then stoppers up his mouth with his drink. He shifts against the wall and sighs before looking back to Matthias once more. Jessica's side-comment earns her a quick dimpling towards her before the Captain smoothes out his expression. If anything, he appears to have shed a layer of gloom. Maybe it's in preparation for seeing a necromancer react to a sudden angel.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Are we really calling in 'Has No Clue How to Secret Santa'?" Darcy quips as she brings May a cup of jasmine tea, having been quietly making that. She remembers Castiel, and the headache it was getting him to give any sort of usable answers to the questionnaire for a gift exchange some years back. Becuase SERIOUSLY!?

Castiel has posed:
It's like magic. Darcy no sooner says that, when Castiel appears, looking crabby and as miserable as ever, needing a shave, and a half can of beer in one hand. "I was watching a movie, you know. The idiot will steal my chair."

Okay, it's Dean's chair, but who's quibbling.

"This better be good."

Shadow King has posed:
Matthias Vega slants a cool look to Jessica when she sasses him. "Ah, you knew all of this before I spent time coming to tell you? Perhaps you are right, I should return to it, as you are not helpful," he answers, but winks at her anyway. He gets to his feet, clearly feeling dismissed.

"Who is arriving?" Mr. Vega asks, with a puzzled look, pausing, dark eyebrows clearly raised. And then there's a Castiel. The necromancer looks outright revolted, and jerks backwards; his hands show a flare of dark mist coursing across them. His skin starts to sunburn, before their eyes.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Advice on how to /wake/ someone," Jess replies, watching the goings-on with passive interest. "Tell ya what, if you think of a way, text me. I'll swap moisturizing routines and SPF regimens for info on how to save the world." Jess shoots a glance at the newcomer, then back to Vega. "I'm gonna go make that coffee..." And with that, she sees herself out to go...make coffee.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint chimes in with the introductions. "Castiel, this is Mr. Vega, I didn't catch his first name," the archer says gesturing at their guest. "And Cas, this is Mr. Vega. He does magic or something." Very likely the dark sort if his reaction to an angel is anything to go by.

Clint carries on, "Apparently there's a demon making people sleep and he's come by to get us up to speed on what's happening."

He glances to Steve, May and the other 'grown ups' in the room to see if he's in the ballpark.

Captain America has posed:
The Captain's eyebrows nearly jump into his hairline at the appearance of Castiel. That is a way of entering the room, without a doubt. His regard slides to the necromacer and his eyebrows rise a little higher yet (if at all possible). That's *also* a sight. He glances to Castiel and then to May in mild concern.

"Clint's got it in one," he quips quietly and nods at the archer.

Melinda May has posed:
"Thank you for risking losing your seat, Castiel...." May turns to look at Mr. Vega when he recoils from the angel like a goth from sunlight. And then she turns her attention back to the disheveled man.

"And it IS important. Increasing numbers of humans are going to sleep and not waking up again. Mr. Vega here is fairly certain that it is a demon of some sort." Hence why she asked for Castiel. "Do you think you might be able to wake someone that's been affected by this?"

She doesn't try to take the can of beer away from the angel, as it's really honestly kind of pointless.

Castiel has posed:
"Agent May," Castiel grumbles, giving her the closest thing to a modicum of respect the angel generally manages to muster. Steve gets an eyeballing, summing up the man, and Clint a muttered, "Let me guess. You've not been taking care of yourself. Waste of a good healing."

But it's Vega who bears the brunt of the angel's consideration. "Nice trick," he grunts towards the necromancer, though slightly behind the space he seems to accupy. "That doesn't work on me, though, so you can quit it with the I'm melting crap. Save it for Hollywood. Demons, you say?"

Because if there's one thing Castiel knows, it's demons. And if there's one thing he might not be too terribly put out for being dragged from his comfy recliner seat (and A Team of Their Own) for, it just might be the opportunity to check out, and possibly smite, some demons.

Shadow King has posed:
    Matthias Vega is working a spell, to shield himself. It glows, like a frosty dark blue and purple galaxy of sparks, but doesn't fully form; possibly because he's burning alive. The sunburn has appeared to ignite. There are flicks of heat and smoke and a smell of horrible burning flesh. "Hollywood? What? I--- I think I've given all of the information I can," says the mage heavily, in discomfort, as he backs out of the room. He still appears to be sizzling: there's real smoke, as his skin and hair starts to light on fire.

The smoke is possibly going to set off the sprinkler system, as well. With a humiliated growl of dismay, the necromancer ducks out the door and into the hallway, off into the WAND offices without a clear destination, probably to get out of range to extinguish himself, into the nearest bathroom.

Captain America has posed:
There's a flicker of amusement on Steve's face before he pushes himself off the wall. He finishes his coffee and sets the mug on the stand. His solemn regard looks around the faces and is accompanied by a mild grimace.

"I should go check on him, make sure he's okay. Director May, any further information that comes up, I'll pass on to the Avengers. Castiel, nice to meet you. We'll see each other again soon, I'm sure." Thus, the Captain excuses himself to follow the scent of...oh dear god, burning hair.

Melinda May has posed:
May nods her thanks to Steve as he moves to follow the necromancer, looks at the WAND agent who's supposed to stay with him so she scoots out as well, and that's about when the building's fire alarm sounds and the sprinkler system starts pouring water over them all. And her only reaction is to stand there and look increasingly ... displeased.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel takes a swig of his beer, standing in a circle that is mysterioiusly devoid of sprinkler, and shakes his head. "I am not responsible for that," he mutters. "Not sure what his point was. Fancy magic. Nice execution. Wasnt hurting him."

Castiel: the epitome of empathy. Not.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
When the guy starts to sizzle, Clint goes for the ICER on his belt, drawing it but keeping it pointed at the floor. It stays there as the man casts his shield or whatever it is that surrounds him, waiting for an aggressive move from the wizard until the sprinklers fall.

"What the hell?" he says destracted, with the wizard out in the hall he holsters his gun and goes to the wall intercom. "Barton to building operations, false alarm, turn off the sprinklers."

There's an affirmative then a few seconds later the water stops coming and the alarm silences.

"Well that was fun," Clint says looking over his soggy shirt and jeans combo. "Have I mentioned how much I hate magic?"

Melinda May has posed:
May kind of resembles a soggy cat -- and seems equally displeased. But at least Clint managed to turn off the sprinklers quickly enough, and that earns him a drippy nod.

"For some reason, that doesn't surprise me, Castiel," she replies to his comment about the man's 'fancy magic'. "May I ask that you let Sam and Dean know about this? I suspect their expertise is going to be very useful. Also, any ideas you might think of on how to protect someone from being affected by this demon."

Castiel has posed:
Castiel considers for some long moments before giving a nod. "Best way to protect against a demon is to send it back to hell, but I'm guessing you already know that. Dean is still off sulking somewhere, but I can tell Sam. He's been known to be useful."

And, well, demons were really up Sam's alley, so it was kind of perfect.

"Is that all?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint rings out his shirt. "Yeah, but got any wards for the sleep thing? I don't relish the ideas of downing NoDoze with Red Bull until we get this problem whipped."

Then as an aside, he adds: "Also, how's the chair?" offering a slight smile with the question.

Melinda May has posed:
May nods he agreement with Clint's question about 'the sleep thing'. "Humans are not meant to function for more than two or three days without sleep, and there's no way to know how long it's going to take to locate this demon and put him down for good."

She'd almost be willing to ask for Crowley's opinion on this. ALMOST.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel gives a soft, derisive sound to Clint's question, "Do I look like a magic user or some flim-flam artist? You want wards talk to a caster. Or Sam. Toss some salt around. But if it's a greater demon, it might just laugh at you for that." Castiel shrugs.

"Chair's fine. Just too far away to be useful."

He does add, "I can take a look at one of your sleepers if you want. Not sure what good it will do. Or what your burning man friend told you."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint cocks his head, "Sort of?" he says. "Isn't there rumours on a the net about a magic guy that dresses like that?" he asks, getting off the topic again. "Anyhow though, point taken. We can easily scare up one of the sleepers, we've got a quarter of the population to choose from," he looks to May. "You want to tell him what Burning Man said," because that's definitely his name now.

Then as an aside. "Good to hear about the chair."

Melinda May has posed:
"Please do." She knows even though Clint seemed to be not taking anything seriously that he was paying attention the whole time. She takes the time to start gathering the various beverages abandoned around the room.