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Is this real?

Huh... So this is home now?

For those of you who don't know me, I'm the Archangel Azrael. For those of you that I've met before, let's say I didn't expect to run into any of you here. I can't say I saw this one coming and I didn't expect to find myself trapped here.

Doesn't matter. I still have work to do. And a bar to open.

So, who do I already know and who do I need to be introduced to around here?

Following last week's regrettable display at the BAA Bible Study meeting, it has been decided that something must be done. I have decided to take on the responsibility for ensuring that this week's meeting goes much more smoothly. After some consideration I have decided that it might be best to make a deal.

This Thursday night, from 6:00PM to 9:30PM, I will be picking up the bill at the following establishments: The Leviathan Casino, Blind Shuffle Card Club, The Brothel and The Last Round. The only conditions are that you need to be at one of these locations for the entirety of the stated time frame and promise not to harass any future religious gathering. With any luck we can all have a quiet, enjoyable evening.

Thank you.

So food isn't really my thing, for obvious reasons, but sometimes I order some as payment for the living when they give me a hand. I have never had anything like this ever happen before, but I'm kinda glad I haven't had an appetite in years.

Some might consider appearing before them, giving them a list of so called "sins", vanishing, and then dumping them in soggy squalor rude. I consider doing so, without a fight, cowardice. But considering the guilty party ran, they are not likely to acknowledge their wrongdoing and step forward...

So for those that aren't guilty of kidnapping, I am Brynhild Ingouf. Or Bryn if you're friendly. And I might be inclined to share some well aged ale with anyone willing to part with their "ruined" goods.

Soooo, if I owe you drops you’ll have to wait a little. My lab is flooded and the power is out. Sorry.

They say when it rains, it pours, but last time I checked it's not supposed to rain down here. There's no trees, no grass, no rivers. No drains, nothing to catch the rainwater. So who's mucking about with the weather then? Mikey boy? I hardly think they'll let you go over this...

And if it's not you that's responsible, Mikey, then who the sodding hell is?

Is anyone else bothered by the fact that there aren't any animals here?

#purgatoryproblems My hearing aids died a slow and miserable death. I didn't think they even needed to be charged but apparently something here is futzing with them real bad, so they're gone. So I'm back to being totally Deaf.

#purgatoryupsides My hearing aids died, but apparently visual subtitles and weird ASL hand gestures appearing everywhere is the name of the game.

This all said, the next person who walks into Clement's Cup and asks me to provide a detailed analysis of where the coffee comes from, I'm going to just start pretending I'm totally unable to understand every language and I will pour your coffee all over you. Just saying.

Okay. Weird. Will roll with it.

Tell me there's booze in this place, or is that not 'morally upstanding'?

Okay, who the actual futzing hell gave angry white mask dude a list of "sins" that I have apparently committed? And since when is laying in bed on a Tuesday "sloth"?

ALSO, WHO TOOK MY DOG?