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Castiel	So, as it happens, Darcy Lewis has been coaching one Castiel, formerly of the Choir, on the ins and outs of dating. She's not sure how much headway she's made, but he's been declared ready to be suited up for the test run of the actual occassion. Much to his chagrin and annoyance. However, as he's already declared, one does NOT say no to Agent May. And as things stand, he's slightly more perplexed about the matter of her having interest in him, and what he's supposed to do about the whole thing... Of course, nobody has informed poor Castiel yet that this isn't a Date, but a 'date', and more specifically, a Mission.. Cue, one grumpy angel waiting for the arranged 'help' in how to dress for a date..
Clint Barton	Clint had no clue how he got roped into this one, but dutifully he showed up at the appointed time to offer his advice. Eager to rope someone, anyone else into the endevour if he's the only one given this particular assignment. "Hey Cas," Clint greets wearing his one, good suit today. He gets looks walking through the food court, not just because he makes it look good, but Clint wearing a suit is pretty much a sign of the Apocolypse. "Someone told me you needed some dating tips?" he says still unsure if this was some gag that was being played on him.
Micah Murphy	Micah Murphy does not know Agent May well, but the woman has a reputation and yes he'd agree with the general principle that one does not date Agent May. At his level of clearance the mere thought is probably something that he should be a bit careful with. Still he does know a thing or two about dressing formally if that's what's on offer and he'd been 'recommended' for this particular 'assignment'. Like Clint he's also unsure if this is something real or merely an elaborate joke at his expense. After all he is kind of the new guy and, honestly, dating May? Really? So he shows up looking somewhat, er, less suited than Clint. More business casual with the sleeves rolled up on his white collared shirt and a grey sports jacket over his shoulder. He'd ditched the lab coat before he got here. Though, er, he'd almost not. That thing is warmer than his sports coat. "Hello Agents. Er... I presume anyway?" Clint's defintiely got the look of a senior agent about him but Micah doesn't hang out in such rarified company. "Agent Murphy. Someone needed some advice on cleaning up?"
Castiel	"I am not an agent," Castiel greets the newcomer gruffly, giving him a once over glower that is likely coloured by the fact that he's not enjoying this dating experience at all, and it hasn't officially happened yet. The preliminaries, he has decided, are annoying enough. "Barton," He nods to Clint, who he does happen to know rather well. "I still have my chair." A single, lonesome chair sitting in an empty apartment where Castiel doesn't even live anymore because the boys had a spare bedroom he co-opted. They had better access to pizza. And tv. "I am told I must learn how to woo Agent May and learn what is appropriate attire. It seems that I will not be allowed to take her to dinner in this." He gestures to his rumpled tranch coat, and mostly undone blue tie that hangs limply about his neck, as if protesting this whole humanity affair, and isn't it Friday already somewhere, can't he take it off?
Clint Barton	Clint looks up as Agent Murphy joins them, he stands offering the other agent a handshake. "Murph, good to meet you," he says already using the familiar. "Call me Clint." Smiling as he looks over at Castiel, "This is Castiel, our assignment." Which Castiel fills them in on, so it was true he was trying to date Agent May. Clint keeps his smile inward at the thought, wondering, 'do angels die?', though that he was trying to hold something in shows on his face. "Anyhow, I don't know about you guys, but this is probably the worst place to do some clothes talk, wanna roll out to a tailor's shop?" he suggests. "Maybe grab some beers along the way?" because he was sure by the end of this assignment they'd need them.
Micah Murphy	"Clint it is." Agent Murphy gives a little half grin at the familiar. That's unusual with SHIELD. Most of the agents, the lower level ones anyway, are painfully formal and he appreciates the more relaxed approach Clint is already taking. The smile disappears into a frown though when Castiel mentions 'wooing' Agent May. He nods in agreement to Clint's suggestion that they move this elsewhere and gestures for one of the others to lead the way. "Beer might be good. Especially if we're going to talk about, er, an undertaking like that. Are you sure you were told that by someone who didn't want to see you killed?" Or at the very least isn't going to follow him around waiting for material for an AFV submission. Despite not being a fashionist, Micah is sure that they can help this guy out. At the very least, they can mention that he should use an iron and tie his tie. "For starts we probably shouldn't go for the urban fantasy chic look..." Rumpled Trenchcoats have a certain appeal... but not for dates.
Castiel	"Clint," Castiel dutifully repeats. "And the boilermakers would be acceptable." Hoping, as he is, that perhaps the actual suits will be forgotten in the interim - even if that will likely get him into hot water with both Darcy, and Agent May. Ageny Murphy is told dourly, "I am told that Agent May wishes the date with me, and I am to learn to treat her like a lady." He considers, then adds, "I would rather tell Michael what I truly think of him than say no to Agent May." A pause that Micah might not truly appreciate, but Clint may, given Clint knows Castiel is... was.. a rather substantial warrior of the Lord, then, "She is a very scary woman." Thus the actually following through and getting help with attire. And whatever other dating tips there might be had.
Clint Barton	"Great, we'll have to set up a time for me to see what you can do with that armour of yours," Clint adds, he hadn't met Micah but the file had been passed his way. What with being a former Avenger, the details potential hero types tended to get thrown his way. "Anyhow, we can definitely do beers, not sure about the boilermakers," damn it, Cas had him talking like that too. "Anyhow, everyone follow me I know just the spot." He has to pause though and look at Castiel. He remembered facing Castiel in that brief fight and being completely overwhelmed. "High praise," he remarks wryly. He was going to have to tell May that one. A short while and a stop for beers later Clint leads the way into a tailor's shop, Clint flashing his badge, and then perhaps more effectively a credit card tied to the SHIELD expense account. Clearly, whatever was going on her was either official business or, Clint was going to be in real trouble when they got back. "Alright, lets get started," Clint says when he secures the store for themselves, and cracks a beer. "Cas, any thoughts of your own on what to wear?"
Micah Murphy	That gets a bigger grin from Micah. Sue him, he's a tech geek. He loves talking about the things he makes. It's fortunate for him that he doesn't get so down the rabbit hole that he just goes on and on, unlike some other researchers he could name. "I'd love to show it off. I'd suggest that we use that suit for Cas here but it's not quite that multipurpose." Nowhere close. The stop for beers gives Agennt Murphy time to consider and then determinedly forget the idea that Agent May requested the date. Seems odd but he doesn't actually know the woman. Everything he's heard is second or third hand. Maybe she's not the way they say. He is positive that Clint is absolutely correct about Cas needing a suit. Once in the suit shop Micah steps off to one side, letting Clint who clearly knows Cas better take the lead. He is watching carefully though. He's got at that. Most of the time. "Maybe grey vertical stripes? You could probably pull off the Casino Royale look, I think." Or maybe white? Hmmm...
Castiel	Castiel? Not a tech geek. He barely knew how to operate the cellphone May forced him to take, and use. He'd already butt dialed her once - much to her annoyance. "I do not understand what is wrong with my clothing. The body is quite happy with the outfit." Yes, yes, Darcy had spent a lot of time already trying to impress certain things upon him, but she'd not made it to clothing, kindly leaving /that/ to the boys.. Likely because teaching Cas table manners had been painful enough. "I will take whatever gets me out of this shop the fastest." The place smelled.. clean. Very clean. Not the usual musty of the boy's apartment, or the dankness of the bars her frequented. Or like a back alley. It was totally lacking the stench of demonic. In short, Castiel was uncomfortable, and had no idea of what actually would constitute appropriate in Agent May's eyes, and was thus quite happy to take the first thing offered. "What is this pin stripe?" The tailor on sight is eyeballed with suspicion, Castiel's eyes drifting to that dangling measuring tape.
Clint Barton	Clint recognizes that geek grin, he gets the same way about bows, "Cool, we'll make that happen," he says about a demnonstration. "You should meet Skye as well, she'd love that stuff." As for the suit being used for the date, Clint laughs along. "Oh this is going to be dangerous enough as it is." Once they're in the shop Clint answers Cas' question with a look up and down, "You look like you slept under a bridge," he observes. "May's going to be particular about things, she'll want you to look good." Micah's suggestions are met with nods, "Yeah, let's give all of those a shot," he gives a glance and a nod to the tailor to dig out some samples. "Starting with the pin stripe," when Castiel brings that up. "Anyhow, help yourselves to beer, this is going to be interesting."
Micah Murphy	"I didn't realize Agent Skye was a techie." Micah says, finding one of those beers. Agent Skye... that's probably not right but he can't remember what her last name might be off the top of his head. He's been more focused on doing his work properly for his eval period. Beer in hand, Micah takes a slight but not really very subtle step away from Cas as the taylor approaches with his tape. It's not that he thinks that there might be much squirming and flailing... ... yes it is. "Formal situations are rather exacting in their requirements. Clothing of a certain style and standard is expected. And that the clothing and the person wearing it be, um, in good repair. And well groomed." Beat. "You should probably shave too." Micah doesn't know who or what Castiel is. It certainly doesn't cross his mind that he's 'not from around here' in quite that way but it's clear that he's not really familiar with formal etiquette so... explanation. Hopefully it helps. If the tailor isn't consuming all of Cas' attention. "This is good beer, Clint."
Castiel	Castiel leaves the discussion of Agents Skye or otherwise to Clint and Micah. He does, however, take a beer, not needing a second prodding for that. "I do not understand. Why would Agent May concern herself with what I wear? Or is this like my pushing her chair? She should not care, but does because it makes her know I am thinking of her?" Castiel is still pretty darned shaky on the finer points of it all. "I still think that she will be unhappy if I push her chair." Then Micah takes on explaining it. "I will have you know I am an angel of the Lord, young man. That should be enough style and standard." It's not, and he knows it. "And what is wrong with my grooming?" Affronted. Totally affronted, as though his bushy, unkempt brows, and stubbled chin should be considered di rigour for dating.
Clint Barton	For a moment, just a moment, Clint considers telling Micah to call Skye agent Skye Daisy Quake Keyboard Johnson, but despite the faintly mischievous tilt to his smile he says instead: "Agent Johnson," he says. "And she's not like Fitz down in R&D but she'd appreciate the tech I think,," he says. "Yep, definitely one of those showing respect things," Clint says. "And if it was me taking May out," Clint shivers at the thought, not that May isn't dateable but he can't help imagine the disaster of it. "She'd hate it it I pushed in her chair, because she knows I know that's not going to fly with her, you, you're still learning so any gesture you make is progress," he says before nodding at Micha. "And there's that, it's not like she's taking you down to Gino's for a slice, by the sound of things you're going somewhere fancy." "And people don't know you're an angel, Cas, so, unless you want to go around telling people, then you've got to use the clothing as short hand for style and standard." "Thanks," he says about the beer and takes a swig, then waits for the questions Cas' whole angel revelation is sure to bring up.
Micah Murphy	And lo did an Angel of the Lord stand in the Suit Warehouse and tell the young agent what's what. And he spake unto the young man and sayeth 'Don't you know who the hell I am?' He might as well have said that for all it brings Micah's mental processes crashing to a halt. "Wait... you're... what?" For someone named after a Hebrew prohpet, he's not really read up on the supernatural end of things. That Clint seems to be in the know only makes it weirder. On closer reflection it shouldn't. Clint's high up enough to know quite a lot of things. But an angel? Dating May? Who doesn't know about suits? Bwuh? It takes a solid minute for Micah to reboot his mental framework. Finally he manages a confused smile to Clint. "I didn't realize SHIELD had signed on to the whole Angels and Demons conflict. Should I expect more of this? Or is it above my pay grade?" It might be that. It'd almost be comforting if it was that. The bit about Agent Johnson is nearly forgotten in his shock but he does manage to file that way. "Shouldn't... you wear all white then, Cas? Isn't that in the union rules or something?"
Castiel	"What you are saying," Cas says to Clint, "Is that Agent May will be disappointed if I do not dress in the suit she thinks I should." He's a bit perplexed on the matter of whether or not announcing who and what he is would solve the problem or not - especially given Micah's reaction. A reaction that Castiel watches with impatience. "Signed on to what?" He manages to piece most of it together. "They are not involved. Not any more than any other humans are." Except maybe the Hunters, and a few other choice classes of people. "I am watching over Agent May. That is all." And Clint Barton as well. Though, more to the point, Agent May had likely taken it as a personal responsibility to make certain that Castiel didn't stumble too badly through the world while he was here. Especially the bits she was in charge of. "I give answers on arcane and occult matters, including demonology and theological matters." Not, it should be noted, that he'd ever actually been asked such questions. It was merely the official capacity he'd been given. Micah is blinked at then, "I'm an angel, not a freaking fop."
Clint Barton	As far as reactions went, Micah's wasn't bad. Certainly better than Clint's had been. Which had lead to that brief fight between the two of them before Castiel had effortlessly threw Clint into the wall. Not recommended for a public place like this one. "Heh. Pretty weird right?" Clint asks Micah. "But he's telling the truth we're mostly out of the conflict, we just throw a little aid to the good guys to make sure they keep fighting the good fight rather than getting directly involved," he looks at Cas. "Apparently we're woefully under defended for that sort of fight anyhow." Though they did have WAND and the BPRD under the SHIELD umbrella so he wasn't so certain on where they stood, he just knew he stayed out of it. "That's right Cas, you need a suit that won't piss May off," he explains, though he can't help but smile at Micah's suggestion. "Hey, Cas, don't throw out the all white suit idea out of hand, it could work," he says with a bit of a smirk. As it was the tailor had fit Cas with the pinstripe number.
Micah Murphy	"Watching over May? And dating her? Isn't that some kind of HR violation? Or, wait you wouldn't have... nevermind." Micah is by nature a very curious person. Even though the occult and the arcane is so far out of his wheelhouse that the wheelhouse it is in is in another post code, he can't help but ask questions. Fortunately he reigns himself in before he can get too far down the divine rabbit hole. Just don't ask about the nephilim. Don't ask about the nephilim. Whatever he and May do behind closed doors... "Ahem. Sorry." The scientist-agent at least doesn't protest SCIENCE! He knows there are weird tings out there. Hell some of them are implanted in his spine right now. So why not angels? Don't ask about the Nephelim. "Out of that fight is right where I want to be." Micah nods to Clint. "I have enough trouble with regular bad guys. I don't need ones who will take my soul in addtion to using me as a bean bag stress toy." Woefully underdefended. Greaaaaat. "Uh, right. So no white suit." Well, unless Clint can talk him into it. Micah still thinks Cas could pull it off. "We're gonna need to get him some razors and shaving cream I think, Clint. Unless he can, you know..." He makes a motion that's supposed to imply divinely changing Cas's form. Though it probably looks like the kind of gesture someone used to order calamari when they're having a bit of a brain fart.
Castiel	"Of course you don't have the means," Castiel scoffs of SHIELD. SHIELD might be a lot of things, but given they didn't unilaterally acknnowledge the existence of angels and demons, it was a good bet they were singularly unprepared to enter into this particular little war. "You're all a lot of pawns," he grumbles. "No clue why I bothered in the first place. It's always are you really an angel, Castiel? Prove it to us, Castiel! You possessed a man, isn't that evil, Castiel?" He snorts and swigs his beer. "Agent May would not appreciate the humour of a white suit. She would think I was making a joke of her." it says something that even he recognizes that. He watches Micah's features flit over.. well, it's obvious the man isn't asking something, though it's likely just as well he doesn't know what it is that Micah isn't asking about. "You don't get a choice about the fight, boy. Weren't you listening? You're pawns. Only reason I'm here is I got tired of it. Tired of watching your sorry asses get pounded into oblivion every time there was a dispute, just to be tallied up to see who the winner was." Shaving, however, gets a hunch-shoulders, brow knitting scowl. "What is wrong with my face?"
Micah Murphy	It's less the 'pawns' bit than the 'pounded into oblivion' bit that has Micah shuddering. Clint isn't disputing any of this and he's got no reason at all to think it's not real. It kind of makes him glad Castiel is around. It also kind of makes him sorry he asked. Sometimes, as the saying goes, the only thing more dangerous than a question is an answer. The agent in training takes another pull at his beer to buy time and calm himself a little. "Uh, shaving." Micah is not a particularly good example of this since he's got a bit of a beard going. A well kept, low profile one to be sure but a beard all the same. "Formal events usually require a shave if you don't want to grow out your facial hair to a full beard. And even then clean shaven is considered more... in style, I suppose is the word. Either way, being halfway in between is considered unfashionable. Conveys a lack of care for ones appearance. And at formal events appearance counts for a lot." He pauses. "Do you know how to tie a tie?"
Castiel	"I know what shaving is," Castiel complains. "Entire legions of the faithful not taking a blade to their faces, and now you're telling me that I have to shave? How is that necessary?" Because it seems to him that there are a LOT of things that are required to show a woman that you are being considerate of them. Whatever happened to leading her donkey through the wilderness? That's what he wanted to know. Why did humanity have to make things so very complicated? Then Micah really does it. "What is wrong with my tie?" Beyond all the obvious things from its limp hanging about his neck, to the spots of the last slice of pizza he'd eaten dotting its bottom edge.
Micah Murphy	"I mean I didn't know if you had some kind of Samson-and-Delilah restriction about shaving. That was about shaving right?" Micah pauses to think. "No wait. Hair. That was about hair. Close enough." So not close enough. A formal date is indeed quite complicated, Cas is not wrong about that. How it compares to previous ages he couldn't say. The angel had not been wrong when he called him 'young man'. Micah is a mere 25. "Uh, the tie? Well it's er... dirty. And a bit too loose. And the knot is a bit er... not quite right." The agent thinks for a moment about what he's going to say next and then just bites the bullet. "And honestly probably it's the wrong color for the suit. We'll grab you another if that's alright with you. Out of curiosity... were you and May going to be doing anything after the date?" "Uh! Not that you have to say but if you are I might be able to suggest other things you might need or at least want to know."