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

Storytime, Barge!

Once there was an archangel who, after suffering from death-by-fire and holed up in a room for two days straight, received a request for some R&R time with one of his favorite people. Considering he's about to go insane laying in bed all day, he drops by to visit said person and lo and behold! That person's not there anymore. Hm, says the archangel. That's really weird. So he pops back into the room of the girl he's staying with, while his room smells like Kentucky Fried Archangel to tell her how weird it is that JD invites a guy to come get him and then just vanishes and... There's no Max. There's Max's stuff, but no Max.

So the archangel, confused but not deterred, popped by his next door neighbor's room to see what he thinks of this weird turn of events.

Also gone.

Moral of the story: Iiiif you're someone I like well enough to call a friend, could you, I dunno... Make like the Mickey Mouse Club and do a sound-off, 'cause this? This is getting a little too uncomfortable for my liking. I mean, this is the kind of thing I would do to mess with someone and I don't like being messed with. Okay?

[[OOC: So I'm sick as a dog today, so tags might be slow-to-nonexistent today, but I needed to get this up before it was too late, because it would have been OOC for Gabe not to react to this. At any rate, Gabe's not acting nearly as panicky as you'd expect him to act, because repressing emotions are healthy, but he's totally freaking out on the inside. Also, GDI. Gabe has a lot of CR with Nicci's characters. XD;;]]