001 ♖ [video] | both courts

[writeswrongs]

[Castle appears on the locket network looking concerned. It's been 24 hours since he followed faeries to the place, 24 hours since his car went off the road into an embankment and he had… died? Maybe. It's his assumption, based on the faeries, which makes this some kind of afterlife. It isn't what he was expecting, but he's pretty pleased with it. Who knew heaven was one epic renaissance festival?

One problem remains though, and that's the location of Kate. Of course, if this is the afterlife, she's not here. As far as he knows, she's alive and well, possibly mourning his death on what was supposed to be their wedding day. He feels guilty, but hopes that he made the right choice in coming here.

He's spent the day searching the castle and asking whoever he comes across whether they've seen a woman matching Kate's description. No luck so far. Castle is finally taking the advice of some and asking over the locket network.]

Hi there. My name's Richard Castle and I'm new to your land. It's awesome, by the way. I've got no complaints, really, except… I'm looking for someone and wondering if she managed to find her way here too. Her name is Kate Beckett. She's in her thirties, tall, thin, long brown hair, really beautiful. [He smiles in a way that makes it obvious he's describing his lover.] But also really stern. Like… probably waving around a badge and barking that she's NYPD and what the hell is going on. [That's Kate in a nutshell.] Anyway, if anyone knows of her or her whereabouts, please let me know. If she's here, I'd like to find her.

[Despite the odds, there's still a little glimmer of hope in him. He and Kate have a very odd connection and a tendency to find each other, even when it seems unlikely. She could be here, though Castle doubts that Kate would actually acknowledge faeries existing, let alone follow them to another world. But, he could still hope.]

Thanks.

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[playmakings]

[ Police! Police is good. Police is very good. Police is normal and that has Kelsi's attention. She knows she shouldn't assume the other is an officer, too, but--well, she does. The guy talking looks to be about cop age, too, though Kelsi being 18 means she has a horrible sense of age judgement.

Still, she squares her shoulders and tries her best to make eye-contact with the locker. Authority figures have always sort of been difficult to talk to. ]

Maybe she's going to come later? Or maybe she's safe in her own world.

[writeswrongs]

[He's... kind of a cop! He consults for the NYPD and has worked with them long enough to think like one, though still with his writer's creative flair. Someone in the precinct needs to be able to think outside the box.]

I hope at the very least she's safe at home.

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Me, too. [ She may not know Kate, but it's true. As much as she wants the rest of the Wildcats here, she doesn't want to put them in danger. ]

Wanna know a secret? I kind of think this stuff is awesome, too.

[writeswrongs]

[Castle grins at the girl, glad he's got a kindred spirit.]

Right?! It's like the biggest coolest Renaissance Faire I've ever been to.

[playmakings]

All we need are star crossed lovers and jousting and we can be set!

Hey, can I ask you something? What year is it, where you're from? You said NYPD, I live in New York now, so... [ So please be from my year. ]

[writeswrongs]

May, 2014. What about you?

[playmakings]

Oh oh oh oh oh!

[ She's raising her hand like she's in class, but honestly she's just super excited. ]

2008! October 2008. We're not that far off from each other! Hey, who wins the Tony award for best composition in 2009? Is it Next to Normal? I bet it's Next to Normal. One of my friends think Shrek is going to win, but there's no way.

[writeswrongs]

[Castle smiles at her enthusiasm.]

I'm not.. sure, though my mother probably knows.

Broadway worker or just a fan?

[playmakings]

Composer, actually! Well. In school. Maybe one day I'll work on broadway, but maybe in 2014 I'll have won a Tony, right?

[writeswrongs]

Maybe so. My mother has done Broadway and Off Broadway shows for years. Have you heard of Martha Rodgers?

[Most people haven't, but if this girl is as big of a buff as she seems to be, it's possible that she's heard of his mother.]

[playmakings]

Sounds familiar, but my forte is more with composers and librettos, not the actors and actresses themselves, sorry. Do you sing and stuff? Does it run in the family?

[ Kelsi now is not the time to be headhunting for a musical... ]

[writeswrongs]

Gotcha. Well, I can carry a tune, but I won't be cutting albums any time soon. I'm actually a writer as well. Of novels, not of music though.

[playmakings]

[ Oh no.

Oh no. ]

You're a writer?

[writeswrongs]

[Her face is kind of priceless right now.]

Yes. Murder mystery novels.

[playmakings]

Do you think--I mean, do you have any? I'm a writer, too, obviously, just not--not novels, but I've been thinking of trying to adapt something into a musical just to see if I can do it, and since you're in the arts--if it's about something that can be done....

[writeswrongs]

The sheer amount of Off Off Broadway plays I've seen is evidence that anything can be turned into a musical.

[He pauses, a smile on his lips.]

Hmm. Nikki Heat: The Musical....

[playmakings]

Hnnn, sounds familiar--but the name is catching. What's the premise?

[writeswrongs]

Nikki Heat? She's a tough New York City homicide detective who solves cases with her partner slash boyfriend award-winning journalist Jameson Rook.

[It's not art imitating life in any way. Why would you think that?]

[playmakings]

Sounds romantic. You wouldn't--y'know, happen to have one of the books on you, would you?