8278/On the Docket (part One)

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On the Docket (part One)
Date of Scene: 12 July 2019
Location: Central Park
Synopsis: An innocent frolic in the fountain at Central Park leads to a fistful of citations for Castiel and Hayal. Lucky Karen Page! She gets to deal with them.
Cast of Characters: Castiel, Exile, Karen Page, Daredevil




Castiel has posed:
Castiel is who got them to Karen, insisting his way was faster. Besides, it was one of the few things Cas could do that Hayal couldn't, and therefore one of the things that Cas enjoyed doing to.. er.. with? ..for? Well, he liked showing off some. It made up for alot of hos insecurities about all the things Hayal hadn't lost being cast out of heaven, while he, still bound by some of His Grace floundered about.

One hand on Hayal, and the other clutching a fist of papers, the angel uncermoniously dumps himself and Hayal into the office of Murdock and Nelson.

"We will have her explain these papers. I do not think that officer was very polite." As though he, himself, ever was. And while he /could/ ask Dean (or dredge up the awol Sam's whereabouts and bug him) it was almost certain that Karen's answers would be more succinct and involve a lot less 'Don't worry about it.. it's not like you gave them your address. What are they going to do? Ask God where you live?'

Dean, and Sam, it should be noted, lived with a very loose definition of what was lawful.

Exile has posed:
But Hayal has an address. And a license. And a passport. He exists in the human system. So....he's let Cas bring them both along, blinking owlishly. "Oh, good," he says, softly. "I think I just need to pay them money? But she will know what to do, right?"

Karen Page has posed:
Seated at the desk in the law office's main front room with her attention fully focused on the computer in front of her, Karen is very much NOT expecting the two angelic beings to just APPEAR out of nowhere already in the middle of a bicker. This unceremonious arrival causes her to gasp and startle, then stare at the two of them in wide-eyed shock for a few seconds. Thankfully, she's got practice at recovering quickly from surprises.

"Proginoskes? Pigeon?" What? She can't remember their proper names. "What are you two doing here?"

Castiel has posed:
Castiel shoots an annoyed glance Hayal's way, as though Hayal were singly and solely responsible for their visit with Karen. "Someone did not read the sign that said no swimming in the fountain. A very angry man in a blue uniform kept writing papers and handing them to us."r
Karen is presented with a swath of citations, and an official summons.

"Here. You know these things. Explain to Pigeon what he did wrong."

Again, as though at least one of those papers weren't written for insisting he as 'an Angel of the Lord, dammit' in lieu of providing a full name and address for the ticket. And further for stepping inbetween said uniformed man and Hayal and ripping up one duly written citation, because 'He did not see the sign' and 'What else is the water for if not cavorting?' (note: Cavorting was the uniformed man's word, not Castiel's original thought, but now that the word was in his lexicon, he intended upon using it more often with regards to Hayal, who, it should be noted, did cavort. A lot. Especially in fountains.)

Exile has posed:
Hayal is trying to look contrite, but honestly, mostly bewildered. "I broke a law." He sounds terribly upset by this. "I mean....there weren't any walls or any gates and the pigeons were just playing in it, so I....."

He looks between Cas and Karen beseechingly.

Karen Page has posed:
Standing and stepping around her desk, Karen takes the stack of papers and looks at them one after the other quickly, reorganizing them, then looking through them again a bit more thoroughly. And starting to try and refrain from expressing her amusement. "Pigeon, I think there are signs on and around the fountain saying to not play in them. I know the birds do, but they're not as sentient as humans and teaching them to read English is a rather daunting task."

She turns to, um, yeah, scoop up her coffee mug and take it to the tiny kitchenette, trying her damnedest to not start giggling over the ridiculousness and seriousness of these citations. "Would either of you like a non-alcohol drink?" The specificity is for Castiel's sake.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel's scowl at hayal softens some, "If they do not wish people to swim in the fountains, then they should say so. The sign did not say that."

Two points of hilarity, perhaps: that being the picture of Castiel arguing this with the officer in question, and secondly, the very thought of an Angel arguing semantics of right or wrong. Then again, Cas hadn't proven himself to be quite the picture of obedient servant of the Lord.

"If you are offering the water in the plactic bottles, that is not a beverage. Do you have the coffee or tea?" Neither of which Castiel liked much better, but he'd come to understand they were adequate substitutes for humans who felt that alcohol was perhaps unwarranted for the situation.

"And what is this disturbing the peace?" Castiel stabs a finger at that particular paper. "We were perfectly peaceful until Sargeant Bob came along."

Bob, it should be noted, is not the officer's name.

Exile has posed:
"That's true," Hayal allows, softly. "They can't read the signs, so they couldn't tell me about them...." He rubs the back of his neck, drops his gaze.

The mention of coffee makes him look up again. "Can I have coffee with a lot of sugar?" At least he's going to be blunt about it. Then a look for the paper - "Are they going to try and confine me?"

Karen Page has posed:
"Coffee it is." Thank goodness. Having schooled her features back into calmness, Karen quickly pours them and herself each a cup of coffee from the old school drip maker carafe she brewed only about an hour ago, and then dumps Foggy levels of sugar into one of them. She carries the mismatched mugs out to them, making sure Hayal gets the sweetened one, then gestures to the chairs taking up one corner of the room.

"Let's talk about these citations you received. Yes, the first one is is for playing in the fountain when you're not supposed to. And Progo, the sign says 'keep out of fountain'. It doesn't get much clearer than that." She then looks at the next two.

Castiel has posed:
"Keep out of the fountain," Castiel grumbles. "Why have water if you do not wish people to enjoy it?" To be fair, the pond declared 'No Swimming'. Castiel had, perhaps, been a little hasty in arguing with the officer in defence of his fellow angel.

"And no, they will not confine you," Castiel says with certainty. "I will simply make certain that you are not wherever it is that they wish to put you." It's meant to be reassuring, but it smacks of not only breaking the law, but jail break as well. Not to mention it's really a bit of hysterical hyperbole to imagine either of them locked up for playing in the fountain...

Then again, there were the choice words Castiel had used to express his displeasure while ripping up that first citation...

Exile has posed:
"Thank you," Hayal says, inclining his head. He settles rather carefully in the chair. No wings manifest, at the moment. He looks like no more than a careworn, tired human.

Cas gets a look, and he nods, but he looks back at Karen. "I have....records. I have an identity that the law of this land recognizes. What do I do to....make this right? Pay money?"

Karen Page has posed:
"Because that water is potentially laden with either chemicals or harmful bacteria or both. Humans can't just shake off infections like dust. And actually effective purification systems would be far too expensive for the city to maintain, just for an outdoor decoration that happens to include running water." Karen can't help but wonder if this is her comeuppance for the things she did before moving to New York.

"The next two ... wait." She looks at Hayal. "You said you have identification? May I see it?"

Castiel has posed:
"You have records?" That has Castiel's attention. He's dealt with the boys enough to know records are bad things. Not that he's quite equated his current brush with the law with the possibility of a record of his own. "You have been breaking the law before? No wonder Officerr Bob was so angry."

The quality of the water, or other valid reasons for not swimming in it are of little consequence to Castiel who could merely lay on hands and solve that problem. It doesn't occur that others might not be so blessed.

Exile has posed:
"Yes," says Hayal, simply. He rummages in his coat pocket, produces a worn black wallet. He even comes up with a state ID. "Well, not here. Not in this identity. It is harder and harder to get a good one," he explains to Castiel. "That is why I don't want to ruin it, if I can help it."

HE looks utterly bewildered in his ID picture.

Karen Page has posed:
Karen sets her coffee aside to look at the ID Hayal offers her before returning it. Wow, she thought HER ID photo was crap. "If you have criminal activity on record already, that could be a bit of a problem. The fountain thing really isn't a big deal. It's these next two that aren't as good. Did you argue with the officer?" She looks from Hayal to Castiel. "That usually doesn't work out so well."

Castiel has posed:
"You need identification like the brothers have," Castiel tells Hayal. "They are always showing the badges and being admitted places. They are never relying on having their real backgrounds checked."

Karen is told. "Officer Bob was very angry that I would not tell him any other name than Castiel. He seemed very adamant that I could not be an Angel of the Lord."

One of the citations is picked up, "What is vagrancy? And this one. This one says I may wish to have an attorney present. I do not understand. Are there words that are different to an attorney on this paper?"

Exile has posed:
"Oh, no, this identity does not have anything like that. I am a law abiding citizen!" Hayal has not a clue what that last phrase means, it's readily clear. He just likes the sound of it.

Then he adds, with the air of one compelled to honesty. "Well, except for fountains."

Karen Page has posed:
Seated in the little clump of 'waiting area' chairs in the office with the two Featherheads, Karen has her coffee cup in one hand and several paper slips in the other. The slips of paper sound thinner than printer paper, more akin to the kind of paper used in small portable printers. Or carbons... like the kind police officers use to write tickets or citations.

"Uh, Proginoskes? What you just described -- using fake identification claiming you're someone you're not -- is illegal, and will get you in even more trouble than playing in a fountain." Whoever these 'brothers' are, she's not sure she wants to meet them if they skirt legalities like that. "And, sadly, lots and lots of people don't really have much imagination and have a really difficult time understanding things they were raised to believe weren't possible or real. Hell, you'd have to have a /really/ compelling argument to convince me that ghosts aren't just figments of people's imaginations."

She then turns to Hayal. "That's good, but if you want to keep your identification free of criminal record, you might want to stay out of the fountains from now on."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt hears most of what Karen said while he was coming up the stairs and honestly it's almost enough to send him turning around and slipping away. He wasn't sure what to make of the angels and well fake government IDs were just a huge mess. Though ultimately sympathy for Karen makes him carry on and walk in through the door.

"Karen's right, you really don't want to be caught using fake IDs, especially ones saying you're a government agent, those agencies tend to be touchy about that sort of thing," he says.

Stepping fully into the office and letting the door close, he leans against it, and asks, "So, what exactly is going on?"

Castiel has posed:
"It's only illegal if you get caught," Castiel tells Karen in what is a surprisingly good imitation of Dean. You can almost hear the *snapoint* in his voice, even, and if you knew Dean Winchester, you'd be able to picture it too.

Matt's arrival is taken in stride, if with a slight hunch of shoulders and a sigh that seems to say, 'great, the true believer has arrived'.

"You do not have to believe in a thing for it to exist, Karen, Karen Page. And I was not lying to Officer Bob. I could not give vhim any identification. I do not have any." Perhaps an oversight by the boys. Perhaps a very smart move on their part. Who can tell.

"And I did not argue. I merely kept repeating the truth. it is hardly my fault he did not believe me. Agent May says I am not to show my angelic side without being asked. He did not ask."

Fine, that really wouldn't stop him, but he was feeling rather churlish at the time.

Exile has posed:
"I will be....more careful in the future," Hayal looks very hangdog indeed, at being admonished to stay out of the fountains.

He twists in his seat to peer at Matt. "Mine are not fake," he says, innocently. "I have a state ID and a passport."

Karen Page has posed:
Karen blinks and looks back and up at Matt when he enters the office. "Hi, Matt. Pro-- uh, Castiel and Pi-- Hayal here were asking for a bit of help interpreting some legal documents. They apparently got," the paper slips rustle briefly, "five citations for playing in a public fountain, refusing to cease and desist when advised to by a police officer, and then arguing with the officer."

She's really, REALLY trying to not let her amusement show, but Matt can probably hear it LOUD and clear in her voice.

Daredevil has posed:
"Yeah, but when you do get caught, it tends to go badly," Matt reasons in return to Cas' objection in the style of Dean Winchester. Though really, pot. kettle, after all the police frown just as deeply at red devil suits as they do at fake IDs.

Cas' sigh is register with a barely perceptible 'Heh' from Matt. It mirroed his own reaction to dealing with 'the angels' again.

His face slips into a more professional mien when he settles against the door to take in the facts of the case.

"Misdemeanors," he declares. "Failing to show up is going to be a bigger problem than the charges themselves. "Depending on how pissed this officer Bob was about you not following his orders you should be able to get off with paying the fines. Maybe a bit of community service."

A nod is given in Hayal's direction, "That shouldn't be a problem for your situation, you've got papers," he doesn't press to find out /where/ he got them, or for that matter how. "For you, it's going to be more complicated if they want to press things, that's going to run into all sorts of questions we don't have papers for. So, I think our best plan is to find out if we can just pay the fines and avoid all of that, since I don't think we want to have to go all 'Miracle on 34th Street', trying to prove angels exist in a court of law."

Castiel has posed:
"His name isn't Bob," Castiel grumbles. "Seamus O'Rielly or something. Bob is easier."

One might think by the number of citations, that Officer 'Bob' didn't like being Officer Bob. At all. Adding, "I don't have identification. I think this one.."

He pulls one of the papers forth and thrusts it first at Matt, then thinks better of it and waves it vaguely at Karen, "Says I am to present myself and proper identification in a Court of Law." There's a small grunt as he readsd that. "This is the one that says I may wish an attorney present."

Exile has posed:
He's getting increasingly antsy - Cas is upset, it's a relative crowd. So Hayal stands up....and the wings are already somehow present, there now when they weren't a moment ago. "I need to go," he says, with a nearly childish insistence. "Can I come back tomorrow?"

Karen Page has posed:
Karen leans back slightly from the paper being waved at her, then takes it from Castiel and looks at what's printed on the paper. "It's a fairly standard court summons," she confirms for Matt. "It looks like the exact same one I've seen with parking tickets."

Then Hayal is suddenly saying he needs to leave. She again recovers from the surprise extremely quickly. "You're of course welcome to come back tomorrow." She glances toward Matt then back to Pigeon and Proginoskes. "Both of you, okay?"

Daredevil has posed:
Matt files the officer's name away in the back of his mind, even as he asks: "Where did the officer Bob thing come from?" he asks wondering just who taught the so-called angel these sorts of things.

The summons derails that curiosity train though. He flinches visibly, lips drawing into a line. "That's going to need a lawyer, yeah," he agrees with hesitant note in his voice.

Karen though invites them back to the office, both of them back to the office and it's Matt's turn to sigh. "They're good friends of yours?" he asks Karen.