Letter to God, Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday
To God, the Most High, Lord of Hosts etc etc
Due to an unfortunate misunderstanding between Michael and myself I find myself stranded in a small town refered to as 'Fandom'. This situation shouldn't be as unfortunate as to require your attention if it wasn't for thate fact that I now seem to be mortal. This too is Michael's fault, and he had nor right to reduce me to this sad state. I believe Nephilim are still to be persecuted, right?
Your house in this town provides me shelter, and I have taken it upon myself to keep it open for your servants.
Although you're obviously already aware of this, Lucifer resides here and runs a bar, and Aziraphale appearantly teaches mortal students and takes an interest in medicine. The latter has a very annoying servant, you should definitely keep an eye on him. Other mortals in this place has been more appropriately behaved.
So far, the inhabitants has shown a penchant for out of date fashion, as well as a complicated system for communication prone to errors and providing uncomfortable chance meetings. I am hoping that the Post Office functions properly and will be able to deliver this letter as promised.
I rarely ask you for anything. In fact, we haven't spoken in ages. Just please get me out of here.
Gabriel
He folded the letter, wrote the address neatly on the envelope and put it in his pocket.
[OOC: Linkdrop only]