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

[GUESS WHO'S BACK, BARGE? EVERYONE'S FAVORITE ARCHANGEL. You missed him. Don't lie. :| He looks pretty relaxed and giddy for someone who just busted out of the angel afterlife... Nor does he seem to realize that most people would be PISSED AS HELL at him.]

Hellooo, Barge. Guess who's back in business?

Now don't anyone start sobbing with relief- you'll just embarrass yourself and me- but if you have to get all your emotions out, I'm sure my girl can schedule something.

So! How long's it been? If Irene has a new Warden by now, I feel for that poor son of a bitch, but, hey, better him than me. Everyone still here? Howie still a virgin? C'mon, give a guy some details here. It feels like I've been gone for years.

[[OOC: OKAY, SO I LIED. I leave for work in about an hour, but I was eager to get Gabriel back, SO HERE HE IS. Throw rocks at his head.]]

[Gabriel's sitting at his desk with his hands behind his head, looking smug, which is... No real change from how he usually looks.]

Generic greeting to all the fresh meat that just arrived on the Good Ship Lollipop. Declaration of my position as a Warden here. Admittance that I don't actually give a rat's ass about most of you, despite that position. Affirmation that yes, the death and violence crap is pretty common. Vague statement about how we're headed to port in a couple of days and it'll probably end badly. [He rolls his eyes, obviously getting bored of this.] Blah, blah, blah... Repetition of the title of the song.

[He reaches over to turn off the feed and then stops.]

By the way, name's Gabriel. Don't call me, I'll call you.

[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.