001 (Voice)
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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 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.]
[Spam: LOL.]
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.]
[Spam: What shall we call it?]
Date: 2010-02-07 11:02 pm (UTC)[Spam: The Dictionary.. Of Awesome People.]
Date: 2010-02-08 12:15 am (UTC)[OH HEY, HOW ABOUT A SUBJECT CHANGE. ZERO TO ANNOYING IN NO TIME FLAT.]
Do you always pick up angels on prison ships or was this just one of those special occasions and Cas was a freakish, drug-addicted fluke?
[Spam: AWESOME.]
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