[WE INTERRUPT YOUR HELLHOUNDS TO BRING YOU THIS MESSAGE/EVENTUAL SPAM]

[uberboned]

[THIS IS NOT A DRILL. IT IS ALSO NOT A JOURNAL ENTRY. IT IS THE FRANTIC YELLING OF AN ARCHANGEL ON LEVEL SEVEN, AND YOU MIGHT NOT NOTICE IT IMMEDIATELY, BECAUSE THE BARGE IS FULL OF HELLHOUNDS, RUN AWAY.

Mostly this is a lot of cursing with the occasional "NO, REALLY LET ME OUT" or "DEAN, YOU ARE GONNA WISH YOU WERE BACK AT THE MYSTERY SPOT WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU."

Gabriel's impotent rage is currently impotent.]

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[tartaned.livejournal.com]

[He made a startled noise but reoriented himself to talk to her appropriately.]

Oh - yes, certainly. Not two seconds ago. He's already vanished, I'm afraid.

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[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

[Visible relief here. GDI, Gabby, look what you do to her.] As long as he's out.

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[tartaned.livejournal.com]

[looks at her sympathetically] I'm sure he's all right, my dear. He'd be the last one I'd worry about in this sort of situation.

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[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

Worried? I'm not worried. [Denial denial denial. Sorta. She's not anymore, but she was when he was trapped.]