"What Will You Fight For?"

So quiet. Like the sound of a mosquito just before it bites.

When he wakes up, next to his bed Dean will find a made-from-scratch cherry pie and a note:

Happy Birthday.

~Jo

Given the fact that we are all outsiders brought in to settle the question of whether darkness or light with reign over this purgatory, and the fact that dark and light will always and forever chase each other's tails, like yin and yang, evening and morning, it seems like more of a contest than a war.

So what happens if we simply refuse to play?

So how about that breakfast?

This place needs a TV. Or something. I get that this is a war and all, but do we have to live in the Dark Ages to fight it?

Hey bro'

( Balthazar )

( Anna )

It seems Lady Xiombarg some Lady is not inclined to take no for an answer.

Hello, then. I am Oone, and I guess I've just been recruited so this is your new Commander speaking. A pregnant agent of Balance. The Lords of Entropy must either be gifted with a sense of humour or a criminal lack of foresight. If someone could furnish me with a full tactical appraisal of our situation it would be appreciated - our numbers and dispositions, along with whatever intel we have on Order.

Apparently I left my resume in another outfit and the Lady of Swords didn't have the foresight to kidnap it as well but I can assure you that I am no stranger to the battlefield. Anyone doubting my credentials can take it up with me later.

Brother, I wish to be relieved of my responsibilities. I am emotionally compromised and cannot perform my duties as impartially and as efficiently as I have been able to in the past. I am sorry for my weakness. I do not expect you to show mercy, since it is your right as viceroy to stamp out the easily corrupted.

Now that was satisfying.

need...healer.

too much...

So, all this sitting around and free food and booze is great and all, but when do we get to shoot some bad guys in the face? I'm going crazy over here, I

Bored. And hungry. Can we do something with the Cosmos brats? I can't be the only one craving less down time. Gabe, even you have to be bored out of your feathery little skull by now.

This isn't Tanelorn, and I don't take wrong turns.

Would anyone like to cut a girl a break and point me towards the next Gateway? I really don't have time to play through another Dream right now.

This has to be a Dream, doesn't it? I can't really have strayed onto

I am sorry for not having responded to your last message. I must stress that communicating with me is a dangerous matter for you. You should be with your own kind. The angels will take care of you if you are cautious, but they can't promise your safety otherwise. They have many responsibilities and little tolerance for foolish mistakes.

Please take more care in who you speak to.

Ain't we got fun?

Anybody want to join me for a little...target practice?

Now that everyone appears to be functioning normally, I advise we return to our tasks. If you are not assigned something specific, or are unfamiliar with fighting tactics, I would advise taking this time to practice or learn combat skills. Even if you are not a soldier, it would be beneficial for you to be able to defend yourselves, should a situation arise where you are imperiled.

[Anael]

I believe it is far past time we resume our battles, sister. I do not wish to allow the enemy any more time to gain advantages. We should discuss a plan of attack.

[Gabriel]

Despite being returned to myself, I find myself wishing once again you would rejoin our ranks, brother. Why can I not stop being concerned? Is this how emotions work? They gain a foothold, and they then refuse to leave?

I am unsure the protocol for going to war against one of our own, brother. I do not wish any harm to befall you, but I doubt you will simply abandon your faction on the battlefield to escape your own injury. Tell me what to d

I suppose this message has no point. I simply am uncertain concerned trying to determine the best course of action for all involved. What would you suggest?

Restless.

This is never a good thing.