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uberboned[While the Winchesters are away, the Tricksters will play, apparently. THE BARGE HAS TIMING. :| Hope your ears love the sultry sound of loud-mouthed demigods/archangels with slight southern drawls, residents of the Barge, because that's what you're getting. And there is nothing in the tone of this that does not scream SNARK.]
GOOD MORNIN', VIET-NAM.
Or afternoon. Or, for all I know, half-past midnight. I don't believe in clocks. Anyway.
Hi! I'm the newest sherrif on this Love Boat. One of you lucky sons of bitches will eventually be mine to mold into whatever amounts to a productive, functional member of society. Lucky you! For the rest of you, juuust get used to the sound of this voice, kids, 'cause you're gonna be hearing a lot of it.
I could go on, tell you all a few things about me, and we can all have a nice, little sharing circle, buuuut I'm not that kinda guy. Sorry. A man's gotta have a little mystery about him. In this case, a lot.
But, hey, I'm here for all you losers. That's the deal I made and I live up to my deals. Think of me as your own personal pagan deity. So if you really need and/or want me, look me up sometime. It's Trickster, comma, the. Thank you and good night.
GOOD MORNIN', VIET-NAM.
Or afternoon. Or, for all I know, half-past midnight. I don't believe in clocks. Anyway.
Hi! I'm the newest sherrif on this Love Boat. One of you lucky sons of bitches will eventually be mine to mold into whatever amounts to a productive, functional member of society. Lucky you! For the rest of you, juuust get used to the sound of this voice, kids, 'cause you're gonna be hearing a lot of it.
I could go on, tell you all a few things about me, and we can all have a nice, little sharing circle, buuuut I'm not that kinda guy. Sorry. A man's gotta have a little mystery about him. In this case, a lot.
But, hey, I'm here for all you losers. That's the deal I made and I live up to my deals. Think of me as your own personal pagan deity. So if you really need and/or want me, look me up sometime. It's Trickster, comma, the. Thank you and good night.
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Date: 2010-02-07 12:21 am (UTC)[She gave him a quick once over, using just her eyes. She trusted he was telling the truth about himself. She didn't feel compelled to give up the truth about herself just from that, but considering this from all angles, it would probably be better to just come out with it.]
I'm Ruby. That Ruby.
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Date: 2010-02-07 12:50 am (UTC)Whatever. He shrugged right back.] It's our problem-free philosophy. And if I weren't retired from the whole Apocalypse thing, I'd probably be pissed at you about now, but what-the-heck-ever. The Barge will not sink. The Apocalypse rages on back home. And all I'm thinkin' right now is whether or not the bar serves those giant blue margarita things.
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Date: 2010-02-07 02:24 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2010-02-07 02:35 am (UTC)[Still not twitching. Nope. Just keep smirking, just keep smirking. ThisbargewasdestinedtomakehimwrithesweartoDad.]
[Enjoy the smarm] ...Is there anyone else here who's gonna get under my skin that I should know about? Like... I dunno. Anyone else even slightly connected to the Apocalypse? It's not much of a vacation if this is the Society For People Who Failed To Prevent And/Or Brought About the End of the Known World.
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Date: 2010-02-07 02:46 am (UTC)She's onto your inward twitch, though, angelface.]
Dean, Sam, Jo...I think John Boy might be here too. [Insert a sigh here.] Cas is gone, though. I miss that poor bastard.
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Date: 2010-02-07 02:54 am (UTC)Here, have the resigned flailing of an archangel whose vacation plans suck.]
Fantastic. I'm sure Dean and Sam'll be thrilled to see me knockin' around. [As thrilled as he'll be to see them, the little pyromaniac fuckers. OH, BUT HE WILL HIDE HIS DISSATISFACTION LIKE A GOOD AVOIDANT ANGEL.]
Okay. The only thing to do right now? Is drink until I have to be all responsible and stuff. So your fuzzy blue elf buddy better make a mean mixed drink.
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Date: 2010-02-07 03:15 am (UTC)Let's go find out. Lead the way, Gabby. [Yes. Yes that's your new nickname. Deal with it.]
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Date: 2010-02-07 03:43 am (UTC)And oh how he's leading. With good-natured eyerolling in.]
Y'know, Gabby and Ruby doesn't have the same kick to it that Skip and Kristy did.
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Date: 2010-02-07 04:15 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2010-02-07 04:25 am (UTC)[AND IN THE DRAMATIC ANNOUNCER VOICE THAT HE IS SO GOOD AT DOING.] She's a demon, formerly Lucifer's right-hand and currently seeking redemption. He's an archangel, on the run from his family and hiding in a pagan god. Together... They fight crime! [Pause. And in his normal voice.] Or cause it. [Shrug.] Either way.
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Date: 2010-02-07 04:36 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2010-02-07 04:47 am (UTC)And then he bursts out laughing.]
Yeah, right.
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Date: 2010-02-07 05:03 am (UTC)[Spam: And my narration has descended into Crackville. Whee.]
Date: 2010-02-07 05:39 am (UTC)But now you're utterly charmed by my winning personality? [Spreads his arms wide in his best shameless "I KNOW, I AM AWESOME" gesture.] It happens to the best. And I promise I won't go all angel all over your ass, so that's probably a better deal than you get from most of the family.
[THE ANGELS ARE LIKE THE MAFIA, DIDN'T YOU KNOW?]
[Spam: Pft. Crackville is fun.]
Date: 2010-02-07 06:10 am (UTC)[Go on, Gabby, ask. THE MUN DARES YOU.]
Re: [Spam: It's my hometown, yo. Represent.]
Date: 2010-02-07 06:37 am (UTC)...Okay. I'll bite. What is it?
[Spam: Hey, you're talking to a chick who's played Ruby/Michael before.]
Date: 2010-02-07 06:48 am (UTC)And Ruby gives him one of those looks. You know which one. Yeah, that one she used to give Sam to make him all cute and flustered.]
Re: [Spam: Fail is having to go make sad eyes at someone 'cause you didn't have the necessary icon.]
Date: 2010-02-07 07:36 am (UTC)Gabe doesn't get all flustered. He orchestrates orgies. With cake. He lost his shame somewhere between Heaven and Albuquerque. He just raises an eyebrow.]
Not usually, but I slept through that part of angel school. [He ducks into the bar and then pokes his head out the door to add.] Not that I do all that much sleeping, if you catch my drift. [And he's ducking back in now.
CHEW ON THAT, RUBY.]
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Date: 2010-02-07 07:46 am (UTC)She follows him in, of course.]
It's just been too long since I did something really wrong, ya know, and I figure you're plenty wrong.
[Spam: I feel like somewhere a bunch of angels just DIED. Spontaneously.]
Date: 2010-02-07 07:56 am (UTC)He's already surveying the bar, staking out the alcohol that's likely to create something ungodly sweet and probably vaguely girly. Gabe is very certain of his masculinity.]
I'm the definition of wrong. If Cas were still here, he'd fall over in a fit if he knew half the things I've done. [He looks her over.] ...Although, if he actually got along with you, someone must've yanked that stick out of his ass.
[Spam: What would murder of an angel be called? If there's not a word, we should invent one.]
Date: 2010-02-07 08:08 am (UTC)He didn't at first, at least not when he was a warden. Then he rattled off something about your dad and disappeared. Next thing we know he's back, only five years older, human and high as a kite.
[Spam: ANGELICIDE. ...I totally just made that word up.]
Date: 2010-02-07 08:26 am (UTC)And now he's gonna stare like Ruby be crazy.]
...How come I don't get drugged-up!Castiel. I get stick-up-his-ass, disapproves-of-everything!Castiel. [Eyeroll and now he's just muttering, BECAUSE NO ONE EVER LISTENS TO HIM.] I told 'em he wasn't gonna find Dad.
[Spam: It's cool, I make up words all the time.]
Date: 2010-02-07 08:36 am (UTC)[Spam: We can have our own dictionary.]
Date: 2010-02-07 02:40 pm (UTC)Okay. Castiel got hardcore and I missed it? That son of a bitch better loosen up by the time I get back home or I'm gonna have to take matters into my own hands. Make the little schmuck embrace his inner hardass.
[And now you can have your hand back.]
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Date: 2010-02-07 11:02 pm (UTC)[Spam: The Dictionary.. Of Awesome People.]
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