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WHO: Gabriel and Open
WHAT: A depowered Archangel moping and stuffing his face
WHEN: Day 45, dinnertime
WHERE: Boarding House Dining Room
NOTES: Open post, thread-jacking is fine and welcome.
Okay, so he wasn't doing as well with this place as he pretended to most everyone he'd run across so far. It sucked. He didn't have his powers, and he had to eat, sleep, shit, and do all those other things that humans do. He'd been around humans long enough to know the details, but doing them himself was proving to be a pain in the ass. And he felt weak, feeble-- it was frustrating.
He'd dreamed for the first time in his long existence last night. It had been like a bad acid trip, not that he really knew what one of those would be like to experience himself either, come to think of it.
Gabriel stabbed at the pork-chop on his plate, absently. The only potentially good thing about being human was that he could get drunk easier. And right about know that was looking mighty tempting.
WHAT: A depowered Archangel moping and stuffing his face
WHEN: Day 45, dinnertime
WHERE: Boarding House Dining Room
NOTES: Open post, thread-jacking is fine and welcome.
Okay, so he wasn't doing as well with this place as he pretended to most everyone he'd run across so far. It sucked. He didn't have his powers, and he had to eat, sleep, shit, and do all those other things that humans do. He'd been around humans long enough to know the details, but doing them himself was proving to be a pain in the ass. And he felt weak, feeble-- it was frustrating.
He'd dreamed for the first time in his long existence last night. It had been like a bad acid trip, not that he really knew what one of those would be like to experience himself either, come to think of it.
Gabriel stabbed at the pork-chop on his plate, absently. The only potentially good thing about being human was that he could get drunk easier. And right about know that was looking mighty tempting.