|The Archangel Gabriel (lucyimhome) wrote in ridgewayresort,|
@ 2010-05-28 23:03:00
|Entry tags:||gabriel, jaz parks|
Who: Gabriel and OTA
What: Getting his bearings
Where: By the lake
When: Friday morning
Rating: PG for now
Status: Incomplete. Open
Gabriel was rather less than impressed. On the one hand he was alive. Fantastic. That was far better the alternative. On the other hand he was stuck in one of the only truly disturbing songs that had ever been written. That kinda sucked ass.
On the other hand not everyone here was a complete waste of space. That Remy guy seemed mildly interesting. Little Sammy Winchester was here and then there was... Maybe he could find some minor diversion for a while. And then there was a job. The choice was a deliberate one. Crazy people were just so much more interesting that the ones who thought themselves sane.
He was walking by the shops he didn't need to get to the lake he had no interest in, well, little interest. The bubble bikes looked kinda fun. Now he had resized and redecorated his room he needed a new project. Undoing the mojo around this place was a good place to start... after breakfast. Gabriel snapped his fingers and a lush picnic spread out in front of him. He settled himself on the rug. At least the sunlight felt like real sunlight. He ignored the caviare and went for the cornflakes. Now that was a proper breakfast.