012 (Voice)

[uberboned]

[There's a sound of wrappers crinkling all through this. Gabe may be eating his weight in Little Debbie snack cakes, but that's how he always eats, so it's not really that noteworthy. Also, Gabe sounds ridiculously cheerful through the whole thing and never loses it.]

Y'know the best part of not being human? Things like this? Just roll off you. I mean, c'mon. What's one more vessel? Am I right? Huh?

[There's a pause and then...]

Suck it up and deal. It could be a lot worse

[OOC: SO GABE'S BEEN 40% MORE TROLLY THAN USUAL. This is because Gabe has serious control issues and floods? Are gonna screw with him emotionally, because he doesn't like things happening to him that he can't fix- getting a taste of his own medicine generally displeases him. Yeah, I know. Poor baby. His way of combating emotional distress, however, is to pretend like everything's fine and be aggressively cheerful and aggressively... Well, Gabe. Also, he kinda wound up flailing at Az last night and he's annoyed at the world right now on top of everything else. FUN TIMES. Also if I start switching to Gabe's dude icons mid-tag, IT'S BECAUSE THERE WEREN'T VERY MANY DECENT ICONS OF HIS GIRL!PB AND GABE'S FACES ARE IMPORTANT. PREEEETEND HE'S A WOMAN.]

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[Video]

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

Ah well, at least you don't have to grant three wishes to whatever dude rubs the lamp either. Ya know, if ya wanted me to, I could come by and sketch you. Immortalise the awesome as it were.

[Video]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I feel like this is supposed to be the part where I go, "I want you to draw me wearing this and only this," but that's creepy on levels I ain't touching.

You can come by if you want. My Felicity curls don't seem to be goin' anywhere. [He tugs on one experimentally. It goes SPROING.]

[Video] Spam?

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[a laugh] Male or female, I'll draw ya wearing whatever you want. It doesn't matter to me; s'all just skin. Where ya at? I can be down in a tick. I'm bored anyway.

[Video] Spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Level 7. Room 16. And you shall know it by the... Nah, it's pretty much just a door with a sixteen on it.

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

Down in a tick! [shuts off video, grabs her pencils and pad and walks downstairs.

Kurt had let her borrow clothes. As had Bobby. They were horribly baggy, but at least they didn't cut off critical circulation to new body bits.] Knock knock.

... Ya know, I'm not a connoisseur of Seventies porn, but I think you have the ambiance pegged. [grin]

Spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe was, unfortunately, now seven inches shorter than normal, although still dressed in his usual green jacket/jeans/button-up shirt attire, which sort of killed any bit of femininity about him.]

The seventies were a good decade and don't let anyone tell you any different.

[He opened the door a little wider and moved over to his giant table of sweet confections, popping a truffle into his mouth as he passed it to flop on his bed.] Help yourself. [Said through a mouthful of aforementioned truffle.

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[The one thing Jubes hadn't gotten with the new gender, was any height. She was only about three inches taller than normal.]

Let me just say, you're an awesome person, and don't let anyone tell you different. [So saying, s/he snags a handful of sweets and sits carefully. S/he hasn't gotten the flopping thing yet.] I wasn't around for the seventies. Bit before my time.

[Pulls out the art supplies.]

Spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe raised an arm, holding up one finger, still well-flopped on the bed.] Thank you and don't forget to tip your waitresses.

[That said, he scrambled into sitting position on the bed and sat cross-legged, peering over at the art supplies for a moment before getting bored watching and going back to making his crinkle-curls go SPROING. It was a surprisingly time-consuming task.]

Yeah, well, I'm a bit before time, itself, so, uh, it happens.

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

Ya know, I always wondered how that works. [Sketching. YOU WILL BE IMMORTALISED!] I mean, I'm guessing that that's not your natural form, considering what you said about a 'vessel'. [A look up at her from under floppy man!bangs]

But, I'm also guessing that there's rules and stuff, right?

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Rules schmules, but yeah. There's a long list of rules. Not that I follow 'em anymore since I left Heaven, but they're still there. Thou Shalt Not Disobey is a big one. [SPROING. SPROING. WILL BE IMMORTALIZED AS THE GUY-IN-A-CHICK'S-BODY WHO CAN'T STOP SPROINGING HIS CURLS?] Broke that one in half with a sledgehammer.

[He stopped messing with his hair and put his hands down on his lap.] Angels have to take human hosts... Well, they don't have to be human. Most angels get uppity when you take pagan deities on as vessels, but I'd already broken Rule Numero Uno, so I figured... What the heck? If I was in my real form right now... [He pointed at Jubes and twirled his finger around in circles.] You'd be scraping your eyeballs off the floor. Don't call it divine intensity for nothin'.

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[EYEROLL, but s/he keeps sketching] Pagan deity? You mean like Loki or something?

[A look up] And I'd really prefer my eyes to stay where they are, thanks. I mean, I've blinded myself before, but I'd rather not do that again. [grin]

Spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe purses his lips.] Yep. Not sure which one it was. Which one answers to, "Hey you, move over?"

[STAAAAARES.]

You people from that fuzzy blue guy's universe are weird, okay? [He holds up his hands defensively.] Just sayin'.

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[She laughs! A lot!] Because sitting and talking to an archangel who was a guy and is now a girl is normal?

[A big grin. Then one hand rose and the fingertips sparkle! Welcome to seeing the PAFs, Gabe!] I've blinded myself with them. Sometimes training goes wrong, ya know? [Back to sketching]

Spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe rolled his eyes.] Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

[THEY ARE SPARKLY. OMG.] Niiiice trick though. Can see where lots with go wrong with having firecracker fingers though.

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[A shrug] A few blown up houses, a warehouse that kinda burnt to the ground, deafening a few team mates or well, maybe more than few, not being allowed around any stereo equipment...

[A look up at him, and a grin] Never without a lighter though. Which, when you wander around with a guy that smokes cigars a lot is a bonus.

Spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe flops back onto the bed, waving a hand] But at least you haven't singed off your eyebrows yet. Those're usually the first to go.

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[Another laugh, but this sounds more like a giggle] Not in the last couple of years, no. Before though...

[A thoughtful frown] Blown the clothes off a few guys though. [A smirk]

Spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe looked up.] Intentionally?

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[A wicked grin] Oh now that would be telling, now wouldn't it?

[A vague wave] I know you've probably got more mojo than you know what to do with but a girl... [a glance down] guy... whatever has to have his-or-her secrets right? [grin. Someday, s/he would learn to not tease powerful beings.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe flopped and waved a hand, snickering a bit.] Don't sweat it, kid. I've got my share of secrets, but that kinda goes with the territory when you start getting on in millenniums.

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[A bite of the lip.] Do you remember it all? [Still sketching] I mean, do the memories fade or do you remember all of it?

Spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe stares at the ceiling. Right. He needs another pile of crap to add to his bundles and bundles of issues right now. When he speaks, he sounds distant, sad.] Every bit of it.

[There's a beat and then he swings himself back into sitting position, now nonchalant all over again.] Buuut it's all water under the bridge now. How's the drawing coming?

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[Right! Wolvie trained her well. She knows that tone. A few more scrapes of the pencil, and she turns it around. And there's girl!Gabe playing with a curl.] Done! As long as the model approves. [A grin]

Spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe hopped off the bed and peered over her shoulder.] Heeey. Lookit that. I am a pretty girl. Helps having a good artist. [He clapped Jubes on the back affectionately.]

Spam!

[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

Nuh uh. The beauty is all in the model. An artist can merely hope to capture it! [A grin. She carefully pulled the page off her sketchpad.] Here ya go. Payment for the snacks I'm gonna snatch before I leave.