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whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

Toasty was loose.

John didn't know how it had happened but he wasn't doing that much to hunt down his errant toaster either. Nope, Toasty could wreck havoc for all he cared. So, there was a small toaster sitting on a bench in the park.

It was quiet, for now, somehow watching those who passed by. If someone paid attention to him, then maybe he'd regale said person with an amazing fit of poetry.

But, you wouldn't know until you tried, would you?

[Open! For those that don't know, Toasty is Crichton's toaster that Bridge Carson enhanced so it could talk. Toasty is not politically correct and will most likely make fun of you in rhyme. Please don't smash Toasty.]

Current Mood: excited

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel chose not to try and explain to himself why he had returned to the place where he had lived through the aftermath of his most humiliating defeat. He was an archangel and had been turned into a monkey, a human. Yes, there had been a lesson to learn from it, and that had stayed with him, but it didn't mean he liked to think of it often.

Cat yawned and found a comfortable spot on one of the pews. She had stayed with him ever since Karal had brought her to Gabriel in this very church, claiming that he needed company. Perhaps he had been right, but Gabriel didn't think of that often either.

He folded his wings, hiding them, and remained perched on one of the beams, like some accidental sculpture.

[Open! Come and chat with the archangel.]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

It was time to go.

Cat stared up at him. Those animals seemed good at figuring out when you were about to disappear.

"Won't be back this time," he told her.

Cat gave a noise of disapproval.

"You could tag along though," he said, without much hesitation. "Heaven is full of tuna." Well, if you wanted it.

Cat seemed to seriously consider this option and started to clean her belly.

[This is Gabriel's goodbye post! The church is open.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had woken early this morning, well before sunrise, and after saying the Dawn Rites had wandered down into town.

A pot of tea and a comfortable seat by the window, Altra curled next to him with a belly full of cream, was a pleasant way to while away the time until he had to go and open the library. He had deliberately set aside everything that had been filling his thoughts over the past week, and was simply enjoying the morning.

[ooc: Karal is waiting for someone, though he doesn't yet know it, but the Perk is open for your perkly or priestly needs.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

It was a beautiful morning, pleasantly crisp and yet still warm enough that he probably shouldn't have been wearing his massive black coat (not that that ever stopped him), and thus it was with a faint uneven smile that Geoffrey opened the door for rehearsals for the day.

[ocd ~~coming~~ up!] [...*jedi mind trick* it always said Tuesday]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Another Sunday in Fandom. Gabriel put the note on the doos as usual:

Do-it-yourself Sunday service

At least last week had been busy.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel pretended to be asleep on a pew. Being an angel he didn't need sleep, but it seemed to fool Cat.

[the church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel stretched out a hand and all the windows flung open, letting the rain in. He smiled, and sipped his coffee. Nothing like a little bad weather to cheer you up. Cat hid under a pew.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

It was Sunday again, and Gabriel wondered if the girl from last week was going to show up again. At least it had been amusing. He put the note on the door, as usual.

Do-it-yourself Sunday Service

Cat didn't look amused at all. Last Sunday had been noisy and she wanted her territory nice and quiet, thank you very much.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

He really should get out more. Gabriel had found an atlas of the world, although a little dated. Only a hundred years old. He couldn't find Fandom on any of the maps. Not that it mattered. He knew where he was, and someone had brought food yesterday when he was out.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Judging by the visit yesterday, Fandom now contained one God-fearing inhabitant. Gabriel found that amusing. He didn't let that show, however, as it might interfere with his staring contest with Cat.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel had heard that a lot of new people had arrived. One or two might even be religious. With some hope that someone might stop by today for his entertainment he put the usual note on the door:

Do-it-yourself Sunday Service

Then he went back to practising his lines for the play. He felt he was starting to find a good voice for them, one that would certainly make the audience shiver.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel considered exploring the new parts of the island. He really did. While he considered this he was perched on the backrest of a pew watching Cat devour a dead bird. The angel himself was chewing on a donut.

[the church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel was bored. As a result he paced up and down the aisle, shouting at Cat in various languages, most of them long since dead. Cat sat on the altar and stared at him.

[the church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

The church hadn't been this clean in a long time. Cat approved, walking around the place like she owned it and purred. Gabriel lay on the altar reading the Bible, and laughing to himself.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel sat on one of the roof beams, playing the trumpet. Cat was playing with a dead mouse. The church was open.

no-archangel.livejournal.com

He was an angel. Learning lines for a play was simple. That didn't stop Gabriel from entertaining himself by rehearsing them in different styles while walking up and down the aisle. Occasionally he laughed to himself. Cat watched, her eyes half closed.

[the church is open]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

He hadn't put up the sign again, though he was considering having one made up at this point since the major cost of the spotlight had been nixed out by G'kar's generosity. After all, a theatre needed a sign. People had to know it was a theatre to come there. To try out. To, you know, pay the box office and see the show. It was important.

...maybe he'd try and see if he could find a stage manager soon. Perhaps during this production. He wan't going to rush it, though. He was sort of proud he'd pulled off one of them by himself, after all. And while the box office returns had been good and they'd managed not to go under or have to go look for outside funding, he wasn't about to splurge until he was certain he could. That said, the sign went up outside, scribbled on a piece of poster board just like before.
Casting for
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
(which is about something, I assure you)
Walk ins encouraged!
Door's open!!
The Boards was open!

no-archangel.livejournal.com

"So I guess I should go to that bar more often," Gabriel told Cat. "Good place to find servants." He sipped his coffee. "Provided they show up."

Cat sat on the pew in front of him and stared intently.

"Hey! I mentioned bringing tuna!"

[The church is open]

fates_jaye

Jaye was actually at work, and there early for once, which shocked the hell out of Tino. But see, she got to host tonight, and she was actually excited for it. She'd even brought popcorn to watch. Maybe someone could get slapped in three minutes and the slapper would end up in the pond. When people arrived, there was even a sign on the door.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Jaye Tyler
Reject People! Speedily!

When everyone had gotten there, Jaye took the stage, mic in hand. "Hey there, so you should all know how this goes by now, as we've had way too many for you to be clueless. Unless you're new. In which case, ha ha, suckers. So, dating sucks, so we get you through the process really really quickly. Now you can find out within three minutes that the person you're talking to is not the one you want to spend even four minutes more with.

"Here's how it goes: I call your name, and someone else's. You get together. You talk for three minutes, get to know each other, and then you'll hear this," she said, pulling an airhorn from behind her back to sound it. "Then I'll call your name with someone else's and you switch. You'll hear this sound," she said, blowing the horn again just because she could, "five times total. Any ques- good. Enjoy!"

[Three minutes = ten comments, which means each person gets five comments in a thread. You don't have to do these chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Slowplay is totally fine omg.

~~Also wait for OCD becauase if you interrupt me I WILL come over there.~~ Ready! Set! Go kill my inbox!]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel had never liked the Bermuda triangle. "Always said it was a bad idea," he muttered. "Not that He listened." Seeing that cursed airplane pass by didn't make things better.

He glared at Cat. "Aren't you going to catch us some breakfast?"

He got a yawn in reply.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

"Perhaps we should go on a holiday." Gabriel looked at Cat. He took a sip of his coffee. Cat yawned and went back to sleep.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

As usual on Sunday there was a note on the door:

Do-it-yourself Sunday service

Gabriel had longs since stopped expecting anyone to actually take up on this offer, but it felt like a good habit, marking the passage of weeks. Today he was reading some kind of cheesy romance novel, although the modern, updated variety which included passages of disgusting smut. He skipped those.

Cat was bored. That probably wasn't a good thing.

[open!]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Last performance and he had a feeling his actors were about done with the roles. You didn't want to do too many performances with an amateur group in the first place, but you also didn't want to deny them the chance to improve with each performance. Four next time, he figured. Four performances. And by then, hopefully, he'd have a stage manager to take care of the bills and paperwork for it.

For now, though...

[ocd coming up][omg last performance THANK EVERYONE WHO'S COME TO SEE IT and who's PERFORMED you're all awesome]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

On the door of the church was the usual note:

Do-it-yourself Sunday Service

Gabriel hade coffee and donuts. Cat had a dead mouse.

[open church!]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Perched on the backrest of a bench, much like a bird, Gabriel watched the ducks in the pond with a somewhat feral look. Occasionally he sipped his coffee, deciding today seemed a lot better than yesterday.

[open!]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

There was a Cat on the altar, purring loudly. Apart from that, the church was slient.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Something had fallen from the ceiling right on to his head, making him spill his coffee. Gabriel had scowled at the small, furry creature that had scurried off and was now in a foul mood. Cat had decided it was safest to hide.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel had returned from somewhere, and so had Cat. The latter had brought a dead bird, the former a box of donuts. The church was filled with the smell of coffee.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

As usual on Sundays there was a note on the door:

Do-it-youself Sunday service

Other than that, everything was like any other day. Cat had left a dead mouse by the door. Gabriel played the trumpet.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

"You know, islands aren't supposed to move about."

Gabriel sat on the steps outside the church, talking to Cat. He took another bite of his donut and shrugged. Cat yawned.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Everything in the church was as usual. There was a cat sleeping on the altar, snoring a little. Gabriel sat on a pew, chewing on a donut and laughing at some passage in the Bible. The scent of coffee filled the room.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

The dancing penguins and the choir were gone. Both Gabriel and Cat were pleased about this. The scent of coffee, fresh donuts and tuna filled the church.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

There was dancing in the church. Dancing penguins to be precise. The church was full of them. The aisle had turned into a dance floor while in front of the altar there was a large penguin gospel choir. The pews were full of jumping, clapping and singing penguins. Never had the otherwise very peaceful church seen this many visitors, though it was unclear whether they worshipped the divine or whether they just liked the acoustics of the building.

Gabriel sat perched on a roof beam. At least the critters couldn't fly.

Cat was nowhere to be seen.

Then the choir started singing about space travel.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

It was cold. Not that it bothered an angel much, but Gabriel still noticed. Cat had found a blanket to sleep on. Gabriel, sipping his coffee, told her: "You know, there might be penguins invading any minute."

Cat yawned.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel was no longer a vulture. He had coffee and donuts. Cat got to keep her dead mice. Everyone was happy.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel was not in a good mood, but as he had managed to steal one of Cat's dead mice he had cheered up just a little. Otherwise being a vulture was rather dull.

Cat was not pleased. She much preferred the angel to the annoying bird.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel was reading the Bible aloud to Cat. She sat still, eyes half-closed, and might be listening. Either way, Gabriel didn't care. He took a sip of his coffee and continued.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

There was a note on the door:

Do-it-yourself Sunday Service

Of course, there was a Cat stretched across the aisle and a Gabriel sitting on a pew and laughing at something he was reading in the Bible, but hopefully this wouldn't be distracting.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel sat on the steps leading up to the church doors, watching the smoke from the volcano with a smile on his face. Cat lay snoring next to him with a dead bird under her paw.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Cat lay in the middle of the aisle, seemingly relaxed, but keeping an eye on the door. This was her territory, after all. At least when the angel wasn't around.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Another Monday in Fandom, and Gabriel was contemplating the fact that he still hung around. He sipped the coffee and picked up another donut. Cat lay snoring on the altar.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Cat sat on the altar, staring up at Gabriel who was perched on a beam. Gabriel stared back. The church was filled with the scent of freshly-brewed coffee.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

There were still plenty of donuts and coffee. Gabriel sat on a roof beam, munching thoughtfully, while Cat played with a half-dead bird.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel was back. So was Cat. Not that their disapparance had been noted much, they assumed, but the church was now well stocked with instant coffee, donuts and tins of tuna. Everyone seemed pleased.

[The church is open]

Current Mood: accomplished

no-archangel.livejournal.com

The church smelled of coffee and donuts. Gabriel sat perched on a roof beam with a cup in his hand. Cat stared up at him, looking jealous, but that had nothing to do with the coffee. The beam was just too inaccessible for her.

[The church is open.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It was her last patrol in Fandom. After that it was over the causeway and then... whatever came next. She'd sent out a *handwavey* e-mail and left notes for various people to let them know if they wanted to see her off, that this would be the place for it.

Sitting on a gravestone, Mel took one last look around. Could someone really feel sentimental about a graveyard?

[Goodbye post for Mel. If you think you got notification then you did. Will be subject to bouts of AFK-ness throughout the day.]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Graduation meant nothing to Gabriel. Karal leaving did, however, and he was in a foul mood, scowling at the Cat, who pretended he didn't exist.

[The church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel, who had watched the invading children from the church roof, had been almost disappointed that none of them had come to visit the church. He was good at instilling the fear of God in them. Really.

On the other hand he still had half a box of donuts, all to himself.

[the church is open]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel had spent the weekend on some angelic business, or so he would claim if anyone asked. In fact he had been testing donuts from as many places he could manage in Virginia, and had brought a few boxes with him back.

Cat was not amused.

[The church is open]

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