Project Papillon [Network]

Is there anywhere here anyone suggests to take a three year old? Are there any sort of nurseries here?

I need you to watch Lizzie for me. I'm not sure how long.

I need to get to the hospital. Sam was shot.

Oh god. I can't Please.

What in the hell is wrong with the folks running this place?!?

( There are sounds of chaos as locals of Papillon do their best to flee the Lonely Assassins. Then, suddenly, everything comes to a standstill and it's strangely quiet. When Michael speaks, he sounds very different that people who have met him would be used to. There is an almost tangible power in his words, and something far from human. He is calm, but there is a certain edge of righteous fury to his voice. The first word is a ringing shout. )

ENOUGH!

( There is a pause before he continues, the same unearthly edge to his voice. )

You creatures will trouble these people no longer. They are under My protection and I will not allow them to come to any further harm. I have waited for those who rule this Creation to do away with you, but now I see that they will not. So it falls to me. I am Michael Demiurgos. I am the God of Creation. And I Will it so. Begone from this place and never again return.

( There is a long pause as the angels vanish and then Michael seems to realise his PDA is on. When he speaks now, his voice is completely normal and quiet, as if speaking to himself. )

Oh bugger me...

( OOC: The Weeping Angels are gone now. Michael exerted his Will and made them GTFO. Also anyone killed during the plot is back. And the powers of Papillon got back at him by making his PDA glitch and outing him as God. Funtimes. )

Bobby says that it's only right that I I just wanted to say thank you to those of you who helped me and my son a while back. I guess I must've slipped on the ice and hit my head; they said it gave me a pretty wicked concussion but that I should be fine soon enough.

So thanks. I definitely appreciate the help and I know my son's real grateful, too.

[Bobby's voice is clearly young-sounding yet the words are clearly spoken. There is an urgency in his tone but, overall, he sounds surprisingly calm given the situation.]

I need help! My momma slipped on the sidewalk 'cause of the ice and she hit her head and now I can't get her to wake up. There's lots of snow and I don't want to leave her but I don't see nobody out.

[A pause.]

Can anybody hear me? Hello? Help us, please!

If deciding to watch that crap doesn't mark me crazier than a sackful of weasels, I don't really know what will.

I swear, whoever is in charge of this place is one hell of a sadist.

Well, that was fun.


( Jane )

Tessa.

Where did you hide my beer?

Give. It. Back.

Anyone hears gunshots, don't worry 'bout it. 'M setting up some targets in the woods.

It's weird, getting settled here. Part of me doesn't want to, because it feels too much like giving up on home. But part of me just wants to make the best of this. I don't want to put my life on hold just because I'm here. It's just a weird situation overall.

Still, can't dwell too much on that, I guess. And it definitely puts things into perspective to have a three year old who is way more concerned with getting to go out for Halloween than she is about the rest of this situation.

Who do we call for clean up in the city?

I freaking hate zombies.

Anomaly my ass. What in the hell is this place?

And why is there some guy wrapped up like a mummy following me?