029- (Voice) HIS BARGE TROLL CROWN IS BEING COMPROMISED. GTFO.

[uberboned]

Okay! So, uh... What now? Huh? The Admiral's just decided to stop announcing his bad driving? Like we're not gonna notice when this crap goes pearshaped? Seriously? Oh hey! Raise your hand if you think something's gone wrong with the Barge. Oh wait.

And if one more person says it's temporal interference, I will punt them.

Why do I have a feeling this is just gonna somehow end in blood and tears? Oh right. Because it's the Barge. That's how it always ends with this place. Hate to break it to you, newbies, but you just tapped into the Good Ship Unclaimed Baggage. Get out while you can.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

When did you get a sense of humor?

...Wait. No. Better question. Are you borrowing John Cusack for this call?

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you checked in more often, you'd know the answer to these things.

And I fail to see what he has to do with anything.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You don't call home when you run away from home, Michael. That kinda defeats the whole purpose.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

You see, Gabriel, that was the sound of me being passive-aggressive about it. If you'd prefer a less subtle approach, you know I'm always on board for that.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't smite me through the network. It won't stick and the carpet stains easily.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

Are you trying to appeal to my sympathy for rugs? That's a new one.

As delightful as this impromptu banter-off is, what I want from you are straight answers.

You'll tell me exactly where you are, to begin.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[ARCHANGEL-SIZED FML.]

A boat. In space.

Crazy world, huh?

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

How did you end up on a... boat?

In...


space. No, you know, let's take this one step at a time. How did you end up on a boat?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I took candy from a stranger. Guess I'll never do that again.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

Don't play games with me, Gabriel. [Did the whole phone line or whatever the shit they're talking on just rumble? It's sure possible.]

Save it for mortals.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[That sound? That sound is Gabriel STEPPING AWAY FROM THE JOURNAL.

...Maybe if he's really quiet, Michael will think he left.]

This is Murphy, being scared shitless and hiding it. :| Like she do.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

This mortal? Is telling you to back off.

[Private]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

...Don't help me.

[Private]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

Like you didn't help me? Sorry, Gabriel, two way street. And you're not the only one who doesn't like seeing people take advantage.

[Private]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'm not being taken advantage of! My brother just... Sounds like John Cusack and probably wants to kill me. That's... Kinda normal.

[Private]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

You're scared of him, and he's milking it.

[Private]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Hey! You can't prove that. If I was scared, you'd think there'd be a lot more cowering and a little less snark. Huh?

[Except she knows your kind, Gabriel. Snark is a defense mechanism. >.>]

[Private]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

You told him you ran away.

Awwww.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

This doesn't involve you. And before you even attempt to refute that by claiming a connection to him that makes it your business as well, believe me: whatever he has told you, shown you, or otherwise revealed about himself is only a fraction of a fraction of the truth.

There are more forces at play here than you could possibly comprehend.

But if you're inclined to pretend to teach astrophysics when you've never so much as taken a math class, feel free. I'll finish talking to him when you run out of steam.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[FML.]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to refute it. I don't know you, and I barely know him.

What I comprehend? Is that he doesn't want to talk to you. And I'm still telling you to back off.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

Whether he wants to talk to me, or prefers to behave like an overgrown child, isn't something I have the luxury of caring about.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

From what I've seen, he prefers to behave like an overgrown child.

Fortunately he's got plenty of babysitters here, so you can head back to heaven and leave the rest to us.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

He has his moments.

Daycare's not really where he belongs right now. We're taking him home.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

You're taking him nowhere he doesn't want to go.