( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

This is a curious place to find myself. Father usually sends Gabriel on such tasks. He's so much better with humanity than the rest of us. But I suppose I can at least attempt to be civil.

Now. Which one of you am I here for?

[ ooc: everyone say hi to lucifer, the angel who swallowed his objections and resentments to accept his father's ruling instead of starting a war in heaven. ]

This is ridiculous. It's hard enough for me to find a meal around here that meets the hypocritical standards of everyone in this city. Now that I can't seem to lie no matter how hard I try, it's becoming almost impossible. People aren't very keen on getting close to me when I feel compelled to tell them exactly what I'm going to do to them.

At this rate, I'm going to end up starving. If I don't jump out my window at high noon when the dementia takes hold of me, first.

Oh, no, this can't be happening... Not right now... Jack Harkness, please tell me you're still here.