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[uberboned]

[I'm going to assume Gabe's disco is gone, thanks to Az. Or Dean got bored and made it go away. Or Gabe is actually recording this from a maintenance hallway where he has taken up residence to live forever as a hobo. Whatever.]

I don't wanna be the guy pulling the divine retribution card here, but I wasn't here for the whole "Davros situation" and all I know is that he's some crazy guy in a wheelchair who... Likes genocide or something. This is all hearsay. Whatever. Don't actually care for the gory details. All I know is that half of everyone's afraid of him, the other half thinks that half is stupid, and a good portion of people here just wanna kick over the little son of a bitch's wheelchair. And he's a dick.

But, uh, guys? You have two, count 'em- two angels on this boat, on top of whatever else is lurking, so what's the big deal? If he tries anything shifty until some poor sap gets shackled to him, we got it covered. Ain't nothing we can't handle. Really. I promise. Return to your lives as normal, citizens.

[Private to Irene.]

Don't poke the crazy guy in the wheelchair. Or I'll find you. And you'll hate it.

Comments

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Ah, refreshing arrogance.

Where would we be without it?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's justified arrogance.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Because you are an angel.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Actually, it's because I'm the guy who leveled Sodom and Gomorrah with one hand tied behind his back, but being an angel helps.

Incidentally, I still kinda hate myself for following that order. Missed a lot of good potential with that one.

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

...Is it truly necessary to include me in your declarations?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Yep.

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid of what you would do without my influence.

[Private]
Are you all right that Castiel's left? Ruby called him an enigma, and it's certainly apt, to say the least...

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

The same thing I do every night, Pinky.

[Private]

I'm fiiiine. I was placing bets on how long he'd stick around before he decided he had to go take care of that Daddy situation back home.

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

Divine retribution? ... Never mind. Except... real angels? Like with wings and stuff? And I'd love for someone to explain the whole "Davros" thing.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Yes. Actual angels. Less with the wings. Blah, blah, blah. Anymore of that and I'm gonna start drawing up diagrams for the newbies.

And I obviously can't tell you anything about that. Don't know, don't care until he does something worth noting other than be "vaguely menacing" in a "you had to be there to know why" kinda way.

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

Umm... sorry dude? The one Angel I knew had wings. I'm just... kinda trying to figure out what's going on, without, ya know, attaching myself to Kurt's tail. Or something.

I got here last night, so I'm still kinda trying to find my feet.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I said "less with the wings," not "they don't exist." It's complicated.

Welcome to the Barge. It don't get easier.

[cisskabob]

Right, okay. Genocidal maniacs in wheelchairs and angels. So... is this a normal Wednesday around here?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Princess, this is life as you know it from now on.

[cisskabob]

Well, at least I know what I'm in for! You're really an angel? I feel very unqualified for this warden gig now.

I'm Cissie.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Archangel. And don't worry, precious, I'm probably way less qualified than you think I am. Just with a little more battery power than most.

Gabriel.

[no-nanomites.livejournal.com]

So, does being an angel mean you can do anything you like?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Eh, within reason, meaning I'm pretty sure the Admiral'd boot me to the curb if I turned the Barge into a luxury cruiseliner, and that's one lonely, bloody curb I'd have to go back to, buut... y'know, I can hold my own.

[no-nanomites.livejournal.com]

Clever. I didn't know angels could get lonely. I thought you were all supposed to be happy at the hand of the father or something?

Private // Voice

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

I'm not afraid; I'm just enjoying the attention from the people who think they need to protect me.

Private // Voice

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Awww. You get stabbed in the gut a few times by the Hardy Boys and suddenly everyone's your savior.

The guy's in a wheelchair and if he's an Inmate, I bet he's got less game than Aly-boy right now. I don't see why everyone's losing their minds.

Private // Voice

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

Pft. Mortals.

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

Unsurprising; it's not as if I'm overcome by tender emotions every time I see your lovely face.

What is all the kerfuffle about, anyway? Who is this guy?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Really, Irene? You mean to tell me that all that groping was just how you shake hands? Wow. There's a revelation for you.

No clue. Don't actually care. I just don't want you poking at him, 'cause if he does turn out to be crazycakes, it's my ass that has to scrape yours off the walls and explain to the rest of the Wardens why my inmate is an idiot.

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

I was love-drunk, you idiot. It's not as if I can be held accountable for my actions when I was drugged by some over-zealous barkeep. And, as I remember, you didn't exactly run for the hills either, Gabriel. And I do believe that you were in full possession of your faculties at the time, which is far more than I can say.

As if I would antagonize someone who's worth absolutely nothing to me. Have a little respect, Feathers.