Those guys are either gonna dust you or use you as bait.

[Gabriel's sprawled sideways in his chair with his legs flopped over the side- which rather than that spinny chair he normally has in front of his journal is now a fancy wingback chair and his whole room looks like something out of a classy mansion. There's a smoking jacket involved. He's currently playing cat's cradle with the little bell necklace Murphy gave him while one of his magic hookers rubs his shoulders. He's about halfway interested. ...Yeah, he's taking Murphy's leaving pretty hard, especially since he has ZERO hope she's coming back. NO ONE ELSE HAS.]

Annnd the revolving door starts all over again.

For those of you just tuning in to this episode of Masterpiece Theatre, welcome to the Barge. The place where dreams come true. [He smirks and looks at the camera.] Yes, one of you lucky sons of bitches might make into the Warden's VIP club and all of this can be yours. Pretty snazzy, huh?

[He lets the new Wardens bask in this for a moment and then he snaps and his room goes back to normal and he's just sprawled in a normal chair in his... Horrible porn star room and in his normal clothes, sans magic hooker.]

Yep. I'm just screwin' with you. Get used to it.

[Private to the God Squad]

Sooo gang! Any plans for this month? I'm gettin' a little bored here.

[[OOC: YEAH, SO.... Gabriel promised Howie he'd check up on the gods to see if they were planning anything for Samhain. I plan on putting up a post, depending on how this goes down, figuring out how to cockblock him from getting involved, because I want the plot to actually WORK and... You know, not cockblock someone else with CAPTAIN GODMOD HERE. :|]

[It's video, because Gabriel not only loves the sound of his own voice... Sometimes he just likes everyone getting to see the smarmy expressions he's making. :| There is also ZERO INDICATION that he is even a little bit affected by the whole Fourth Wall Day crap. YEAH, SORRY, BARGE. HE HIDES HIS PAIN. LIKE A MAN.

Also. This was supposed to go up earlier. Y'know. Before Armand starting nomming on people. SO PRETEND LIKE IT IS.]

Better late then never on this, I guess, buuut I was waiting until I was sure the sea of disoriented newbies had finally friggin' ebbed. So! Here's my official "Welcome to the Barge" statement.

Hi. I'm Gabriel, resident Barge archangel. Sometimes I moonlight as a Trickster god. I like long walks on the beach, women with attitude, providing the short pier for certain people to walk off of, and basically doing everything in my power to appear as unangelic as possible. Yeah, that's right. Precious Moments lied to you. Please pick up the shattered pieces of your paradigm at the door and have a nice day.

Hey, Hixie. What's the record for your counter right now?

Oh, and speaking of counters. Tony? It's been, uh, about... Two weeks, on my count. You lose.

[Private to Murphy]

Y'know, you oughta be cited for indecent exposure the way you keep whipping your balls out.