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maskormenacelogs2019-09-25 08:56 pm
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[Open] Gabriel Log for October
WHO: Gabriel [And possibly you?]
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, Nonah - near YOU?
WHEN: Throughout the month of October
WHAT: Gabriel gets hit with the fallout of his pride, sings out his feelings (in public ugh.) and tries to acclimate to living with humans.
WARNINGS: Gabriel is a walking warning for assholery and also possibly embarrassing human situations. He's also kind of a scary good singer. **UPDATE** will include toplevels for **OCTOBER EVENTS**
LET'S BE ROOMMATE BUDDIES (MAURITA)
[Gabriel doesn't sleep. His pet does and it is being taken care of. It gets a bed. almost a whole bed! Sometimes the human-shaped thing sits beside it and reads and that's when it'll just sit against him and after two days of pushing it away he just allows it at this point. Today though the jackalope gets the bed and the archangel has his very nice expensive coat off and his sleeves rolled up and he is cleaning.
It's something to do and this whole place is filthy. Compared to heaven it's filthy. So he scrubs and reads all the scrubbing things and everything is very very clean. It's gleaming even. The drains shine. Somehow all the dishes get done like it's instinct. Sometimes he can be found scrubbing the grout in the kitchen or the bathroom or wiping things and-]
I'm not apologizing. This place could always be cleaner.
LET'S GET MOTIVATED WITH MAXIMUM EFFORT (MAURITA)
[Gabriel is supposed to be a motivational speaker. He's been given a pamphlet on how to do this but it mentions his phone and using his communicator and social media but he still can't figure it out and finally he slips it into his pocket and approaches the first person he sees.]
Excuse me, would you like to know how not to go to Hell? I can help with that.
[So sayeth the very well dressed guy who may be insane. Feel free to hit him.]
I'M TIRED OF TALKING TO MYSELF HERE (NONAH)
[He honestly believed that this was a test. That didn't make it less painful. He was passing everything and he should have gotten a sign by now. Some sort of confirmation. Some sort of confirmation of just what he was supposed to do.It was a simple useless thing that shouldn't have mattered except -
Except whenever he would close his eyes in prayer or reach for her Grace it was - just as he had described to Eve - like listening to a radio far away and sometimes when he reached out there was...well. Moments of absolute nothing. That had been terrifying. Like what he imagined falling would be like - just that sense of isolation. And then -
Well. He hadn't fallen. There would be more hideous bodily fluids and disgusting behaviors and urges he was quite sure but he would not wish that sense of isolation on anyone for the first time in millennia. This had been what Lucifer and his ilk had deserved but the tables had been turned and...well. Here he was. Taking a walk through the Nonah park at a whim, it's hard not to think about that isolation. This is heavily on his mind, as it should be. He's not an embarrassment. His days with holy choirs were millennia ago when he was practically as close to a child as an angel could get.
Yes. quiet contemplation. That was the way of doing things. He wasn't a fool, bursting into song like he would in the choir. Like people had been doing lately. No. He sang at home. When he was sure she was listening.
And it's like a bell. Just knowledge that she was but that affirmation is gone and and he doesn't realize as he spreads his arms wide in the park and- sings.
Only there's no singing - standing there arms folded. No. He's actually dancing and even if he's not aware that very special musical moment he's not doing too bad at dancing and spinning through a park like he belongs on stage. In fact. Despite the sad song, he's dancing beautifully.]
Mama, I could use some help here
Tired of talking to myself here
Back at home, you don't exist
So here I am in the abyss
Are you really in this place?
It's like the emptiness of space
I could search for all eternity
And never see your face
Help me out
[Literally like the protagonist in a movie - if there were a camera it'd be following him as he leaps over trees and rocks before standing perched on a bench with his hands spread to the heavens. It's a sad-ish sort of song but it's still worth belting out. The heavens should hear. Everyone should! singing is great!
About halfway through the number a collection of marathon runners, two construction workers, and a group of people at a child's birthday party join in to sing those background numbers. They even dance, cheering him on and man where was this in their old singing days-
Before he falls. On his knees in the grass, ruining his perfectly good pair of pants-]
The nothingness ahead of me
Is this the end you meant for me?
Every living minute
There's no home without you in it
I'm falling
Quit stalling
Your daughter is calling your name
I've burned all my bridges and games
[Except. You know. He's not dead, and even if he doesn't have her the choir is waiting and it's like something he'd forgotten he could do. He's the first musician. He's her musician and if she sent him here...well. There's adaptability. The humans all have plastered fake smiles and it looks so familiar that he just jumps back in and he's just so thrilled his wings unfurl. Dancing with those is a trick.]
I'm gonna get back home
Micheal, Sandalphon, Uriel and the Demons who're sad
It's messy but they're all that I have
I'll make the best of being flesh and bone
The best of being here alone without you-
Mama, I'm going home
Home
I'm going home!
Mama, I'm going home!
[The music fades and he blinks, staring at his arms before looking back at the collected people who are rubbing their heads and looking at him very confused. One points and he looks upward before his wings curl back.
Well.]
Folks I just want you to know? You did just almost as good as actual heavenly choirs. Heavenly choirs! Boy that was a lot of fun wasn't it? You should be really proud. I think we all needed that right? Not just me?
[Their expressions all say "no it was just you." and they were dragged along for the ride. Thank Her he doesn't need to eat. A few look at him with pity and he pulls out his wallet.]
Right okay. How much to make you all forget this ever happened and I am willing to pay in favors. Trust me. I'm Gabriel! Yes, the archangel that's why I have wings also please - please never mention that it's embarrassing.
[The birthday girl, in a moment of charity, tugs on her mother's skirt and asks her to invite the sad man to the party since apparently he misses his mama but both Gabriel and the mother wave it off and the marathon resumes, the party resumes, and he sits on the same bench that was his stage and stares at nothing. Wow. Ten minutes into his musings the mother has returned with that same pitying look and a slice of chocolate birthday cake that he accepts, stares at, and sets beside him.
Oblivious, still digesting what happened, the first person who approaches him to laugh or otherwise will get offered the cake.]
Want some? It was a gift from that nice woman over there at the birthday party. We were just singing in a possessed musical number about my emotions.
FIND HIM SOMEWHERE
[Find him in Maurita, Find him in Nonah, those are the two places he's been the most thanks to sheer dumb luck. He arrives in a crack of lightning and disappears just the same.]
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, Nonah - near YOU?
WHEN: Throughout the month of October
WHAT: Gabriel gets hit with the fallout of his pride, sings out his feelings (in public ugh.) and tries to acclimate to living with humans.
WARNINGS: Gabriel is a walking warning for assholery and also possibly embarrassing human situations. He's also kind of a scary good singer. **UPDATE** will include toplevels for **OCTOBER EVENTS**
LET'S BE ROOMMATE BUDDIES (MAURITA)
[Gabriel doesn't sleep. His pet does and it is being taken care of. It gets a bed. almost a whole bed! Sometimes the human-shaped thing sits beside it and reads and that's when it'll just sit against him and after two days of pushing it away he just allows it at this point. Today though the jackalope gets the bed and the archangel has his very nice expensive coat off and his sleeves rolled up and he is cleaning.
It's something to do and this whole place is filthy. Compared to heaven it's filthy. So he scrubs and reads all the scrubbing things and everything is very very clean. It's gleaming even. The drains shine. Somehow all the dishes get done like it's instinct. Sometimes he can be found scrubbing the grout in the kitchen or the bathroom or wiping things and-]
I'm not apologizing. This place could always be cleaner.
LET'S GET MOTIVATED WITH MAXIMUM EFFORT (MAURITA)
[Gabriel is supposed to be a motivational speaker. He's been given a pamphlet on how to do this but it mentions his phone and using his communicator and social media but he still can't figure it out and finally he slips it into his pocket and approaches the first person he sees.]
Excuse me, would you like to know how not to go to Hell? I can help with that.
[So sayeth the very well dressed guy who may be insane. Feel free to hit him.]
I'M TIRED OF TALKING TO MYSELF HERE (NONAH)
[He honestly believed that this was a test. That didn't make it less painful. He was passing everything and he should have gotten a sign by now. Some sort of confirmation. Some sort of confirmation of just what he was supposed to do.It was a simple useless thing that shouldn't have mattered except -
Except whenever he would close his eyes in prayer or reach for her Grace it was - just as he had described to Eve - like listening to a radio far away and sometimes when he reached out there was...well. Moments of absolute nothing. That had been terrifying. Like what he imagined falling would be like - just that sense of isolation. And then -
Well. He hadn't fallen. There would be more hideous bodily fluids and disgusting behaviors and urges he was quite sure but he would not wish that sense of isolation on anyone for the first time in millennia. This had been what Lucifer and his ilk had deserved but the tables had been turned and...well. Here he was. Taking a walk through the Nonah park at a whim, it's hard not to think about that isolation. This is heavily on his mind, as it should be. He's not an embarrassment. His days with holy choirs were millennia ago when he was practically as close to a child as an angel could get.
Yes. quiet contemplation. That was the way of doing things. He wasn't a fool, bursting into song like he would in the choir. Like people had been doing lately. No. He sang at home. When he was sure she was listening.
And it's like a bell. Just knowledge that she was but that affirmation is gone and and he doesn't realize as he spreads his arms wide in the park and- sings.
Only there's no singing - standing there arms folded. No. He's actually dancing and even if he's not aware that very special musical moment he's not doing too bad at dancing and spinning through a park like he belongs on stage. In fact. Despite the sad song, he's dancing beautifully.]
Mama, I could use some help here
Tired of talking to myself here
Back at home, you don't exist
So here I am in the abyss
Are you really in this place?
It's like the emptiness of space
I could search for all eternity
And never see your face
Help me out
[Literally like the protagonist in a movie - if there were a camera it'd be following him as he leaps over trees and rocks before standing perched on a bench with his hands spread to the heavens. It's a sad-ish sort of song but it's still worth belting out. The heavens should hear. Everyone should! singing is great!
About halfway through the number a collection of marathon runners, two construction workers, and a group of people at a child's birthday party join in to sing those background numbers. They even dance, cheering him on and man where was this in their old singing days-
Before he falls. On his knees in the grass, ruining his perfectly good pair of pants-]
The nothingness ahead of me
Is this the end you meant for me?
Every living minute
There's no home without you in it
I'm falling
Quit stalling
Your daughter is calling your name
I've burned all my bridges and games
[Except. You know. He's not dead, and even if he doesn't have her the choir is waiting and it's like something he'd forgotten he could do. He's the first musician. He's her musician and if she sent him here...well. There's adaptability. The humans all have plastered fake smiles and it looks so familiar that he just jumps back in and he's just so thrilled his wings unfurl. Dancing with those is a trick.]
I'm gonna get back home
Micheal, Sandalphon, Uriel and the Demons who're sad
It's messy but they're all that I have
I'll make the best of being flesh and bone
The best of being here alone without you-
Mama, I'm going home
Home
I'm going home!
Mama, I'm going home!
[The music fades and he blinks, staring at his arms before looking back at the collected people who are rubbing their heads and looking at him very confused. One points and he looks upward before his wings curl back.
Well.]
Folks I just want you to know? You did just almost as good as actual heavenly choirs. Heavenly choirs! Boy that was a lot of fun wasn't it? You should be really proud. I think we all needed that right? Not just me?
[Their expressions all say "no it was just you." and they were dragged along for the ride. Thank Her he doesn't need to eat. A few look at him with pity and he pulls out his wallet.]
Right okay. How much to make you all forget this ever happened and I am willing to pay in favors. Trust me. I'm Gabriel! Yes, the archangel that's why I have wings also please - please never mention that it's embarrassing.
[The birthday girl, in a moment of charity, tugs on her mother's skirt and asks her to invite the sad man to the party since apparently he misses his mama but both Gabriel and the mother wave it off and the marathon resumes, the party resumes, and he sits on the same bench that was his stage and stares at nothing. Wow. Ten minutes into his musings the mother has returned with that same pitying look and a slice of chocolate birthday cake that he accepts, stares at, and sets beside him.
Oblivious, still digesting what happened, the first person who approaches him to laugh or otherwise will get offered the cake.]
Want some? It was a gift from that nice woman over there at the birthday party. We were just singing in a possessed musical number about my emotions.
FIND HIM SOMEWHERE
[Find him in Maurita, Find him in Nonah, those are the two places he's been the most thanks to sheer dumb luck. He arrives in a crack of lightning and disappears just the same.]
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And it's always funny seeing an uptight guy in a suit dance. ]
Looked like you were having fun.
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[He is so embarrassed.]
...It was not fun. It was sad. That's a sad song.
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Why? I mean, the dancing. People are usually happy when they dance. Or they just like doing it. Why would it be rude?
[ Though he considers that last part. ]
Do you miss your mum?
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[his whole train of thought may have nearly barreled over Adam's words because Gabriel does not know when to be quiet.
Does he.
The whole emotion wells up in him again.]
...yes.
[no point in lying about it. His features go passive.]
She's not the most talkative creator but most parents don't talk to their children so it's never bothered me. She was always there though and when you have family around you that makes it-
[nope. He catches himself and stares at the boy.]
Do you?
[He crosses his arms and stares at him before he looks away and despite his bold stance the answer is properly yes. He does miss his creator a great deal.]
Does it throw you off? In your mind?
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Yeah. I miss my mum and dad a lot.
And my friends. And my home.
[ He has no issue in saying that openly. ]
A lot of people are here on their own. Some of them don't even have anyone from where they came from.
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[pause. He stares at his shoes before staring back at the boy.] Or perhaps not like me. You are all not the ...people I would have chosen to exist beside but I am...
No. It's not good that you're here. You deserve to be back in our reality. It's a nice reality.
[Just one he, wants to destroy.]
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[ And there's one thing, if you look into it, in Adam's tone. A bit of a smugness, perhaps. Or, rather, just a knowing tone; it is a nice reality. He almost ruined it with his changes. All it took was a reminder. And he would tell him, too, if he actually listened. Although a reality can still go on without the planet, it wouldn't be the same.
The boy pauses to think his next words over carefully.]
You don't have to be alone, you know. Here, I mean.
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He is so angry. So angry at Crowley and Aziraphale. The anger is deep and unnatural and a burning warmth because...
Well one. Aziraphale lied. He lied for years.
And two, he told the truth and Crowley and Aziraphale had pointed out that he had free will and suddenly nothing made sense because he was a good angel, he did what she asked, so why was what he was doing wrong?
Why had she asked him and the others to punish human beings if they suddenly had all these things - and should- what? Learn from them? He had been elevated above them but they had more.
He runs a hand over his eyes before looking back at the boy. He looks shaken. Terrible and broken and shaken because he is being asked to care and it's like...it's like he is flying and someone has wrenched his wings backward and dragged him out of the sky.]
...What do you mean?
[he pauses and chooses his words carefully.]
I have known humans, and for the longest time I have considered you all lesser beings. There have only been...two exceptions to this role. No. One. And now I am being asked to get to know humans because apparently out of nowhere you all have...more to offer.
It's hard. I do not know if you understand that or respect it because you're a-
[Brat. He almost says.]
...child. A real child. Not just one of the adults who are essentially children.
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And he's still the child he and that other person with the giant bug on their head demanded to destroy the world. He's still the child that, apparently, had this whole destiny thing planned out for him with no input of his own. He's still somewhere who found out he was supposed to be something, and he chose not to be.
He doesn't know Gabriel, but Gabriel doesn't know him either. But that doesn't actually have to mean anything, what they know and who they are, if he actually tried to listen.
Adam...shrugs.]
I know we're both here. Us and a bunch of people that didn't get to choose if they wanted to come here or not.
I know you don't care what happens back home as long as you get to fight the other guys. But we're not there right now.
[ Dog looks up at the boy, but makes no other motion. Adam continues in the same even tone.]
If you wanna keep thinking that you're better than anyone else, I guess you can. But you're going stay alone that way.
It's not that bad here. Or back home, either. You could just give it a chance, if you wanted.
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He has known humans before and they are frustrating but they are also...they do some good things.
He stares at him like he's not making any sense before his eyes narrow.]
...You're pitying me despite all the things I've done?
[Does the boy even know? Gabriel squints at him before he stands and looks down at him, genuinely confused.]
I don't understand. But I will think about it.
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So, no, it's not pity. It's just Adam being honest, and saying what he thinks. ]
You're not the only one stuck here. Might as well make something out of it.
[ He shifts slightly and idly pulls on Dog's leash, making the animal stand. They begin to walk away, Adam vaguely wondering if he'll walk into more fun musical numbers before they head home. ]
By the way, I like your tie.
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...But it's hideous!
[Ugh. Watching the boy he stares at it and shakes his head before untying it and staring at it.
He'll be there for awhile. Doing that.]