[As the PCD comes on, Gabriel massages his forehead with the exasperation of someone whose limitless patience got used up ages ago. He has a whiskey decantur in front of him. He also has the remains of at least ten dead soldier Sweet 'n' Low packets.

....It's best not to imagine where said sweetener met its end. Suffice to say, no one besides ( Read more... )

[The fact that Gabriel's shut his big trap and turned to text for this post should HORRIFY ANYONE. Thanks for the hives, Jinx. He has lesions in places he didn't think his vessel HAD. :|]

I'm done. I'm out. Can I go home now? I think I hit my quota of misery and suffering.

[You can't actually see Gabriel... Just the weirdly classy (and by "classy,"  it looks like something ripped off the set of "Boogie Nights") apartment that is not so much an apartment as some random friggin' building he repurposed the interior of through abuse of angel magic, because that's how he rolls. When he speaks, it's offscreen.]

Okay, so. I ( Read more... )