[Gabriel's sprawled sideways in his chair with his legs flopped over the side- which rather than that spinny chair he normally has in front of his journal is now a fancy wingback chair and his whole room looks like something out of a classy mansion. There's a smoking jacket involved. He's currently playing cat's cradle with the little bell necklace ( Read more... )

[Contrary to what the title of this entry says, Gabriel's not gonna be singing that song because I still have PSTD from the last time I wrote a song parody. He is, however, on camera, and golf clapping at the whole Barge and grinning like a maniac. He finds you all so very entertaining.]

Bravo, gang. Bravo.

[ADDITIONAL SPAM FOR MURPHY]

[Knock, knock ( Read more... )

[Gabriel is backed into a corner of his North Wing cell, wet and miserable and shaken up, but he's still trying to hold it together, even while he's doing it with duct tape and prayers. Unfortunately, right now there's a doctor in his cell. A very creepy ghost doctor. Gabriel's staring up at him like he's been expecting something like this to ( Read more... )

[Due to the chaos of the last week... Startling confessions, mindfreaking his Inmate, on top of the fact that he still hasn't wholly recovered from last month, Gabriel is doing what Gabriel does best in a bad situation- overcompensating by pretending he is a ball of TOTALLY OKAY.

Also, he's pissed off, because no one seems to remember that he is the ( Read more... )

[Gabriel is wandering through the woods, because he's on his way to the cool counselor's party or... I dunno. Meeting someone for some secret rendezvous. You never know with him.]

Guys... And by guys, I mean the people in the, uh... Stupid small horse cabin. [That's the Tarpan Cabin, for those keeping score at home. Who the hell knows what's in that ( Read more... )

[Imagine if you will, this scenario. Eighteen year old Gabriel Too-Awesome-For-A-Last-Name sitting in someone's office and using the PA as his own personal voicebox to make his own personal announcements.... Okay, that's just the scenario that Gabriel is imagining in his currently extremely fluffy head, because it would be so cool if he'd really ( Read more... )

[Gabriel's sitting at his desk with his hands behind his head, looking smug, which is... No real change from how he usually looks.]

Generic greeting to all the fresh meat that just arrived on the Good Ship Lollipop. Declaration of my position as a Warden here. Admittance that I don't actually give a rat's ass about most of you, despite that position ( Read more... )

[There's a long pause before Gabe actually speaks, because he wants everyone to hear the DULCET STRAINS OF 70'S DISCO BLARING FROM SOMEWHERE IN HIS ROOM. When he speaks over it, he kinda has the tone of a man at the end of his rope. Pay attention, children. This doesn't happen often.]

Someone on this boat  thinks they're a comedian and it's not me.

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Hey, Barge. Did you hear? It's been quiet. Too quiet.

I just thought you all should know that, 'cause I'm sure if someone doesn't say it every ten seconds, it'll lose its effect or something.

[Private to Irene]

Congratulations, princess! You've won a free lesson in humility! I'm sure you're wondering what that means. Well, I'm gonna tell you, but ( Read more... )

Oh. Hah hah hah. Very funny, Admiral. You're a real barrel of laughs.

IRENE ADLER. Guess who gets to be your Warden? Yep. It's me, precious, and don't pretend for a second that this is gonna be some kind of pleasure cruise, 'cause it ain't. And since we already know each other, how 'bout I give you a twenty minute warning before I come down there ( Read more... )