God is Dead!

Raziel was off somewhere, probably with Mary. The store had its normal volume of customers, but he'd been a bit ... distracted. Off, somehow. He figured he ought to hire someone to help out. He'd just never had any problem focusing before. Now, there were angels. And other things. He tossed the book on the floor, being careful to not damage it; he just wanted it gone. He turned back to the counter, head in his hands, staring moodily out at nothing.

It had been a week or two since Gabe had come to Hawaii, and things had improved a little bit, but just a little. Gabe still felt alone; he still wasn't sure what to say to most people, and he knew well enough that he looked awkward and out of place. Still, he wanted to ask Lilo about Mary, and he tried to put on a best face for that. He headed into the house, unsure if she was home. "Lilo?"

Nicholas had a restful sleep for a change, and that was good. What was better was that he was pretty damn sure Azrael insinuated that the grouchy fallen angel that he'd been helping heal up had some sort of infatuation with him. After a quick shower and a quick change of clothes - something he rarely ever had, NEW clothes - he buttoned up his shirt up, leaving the first two buttons undone. He shaved, and strapped all his weapons to himself in a well-practiced set of movements; back, hips, ankles, arms. That done, he pulled on his clean, new jacket and went down the hall to knock on Kokabiel's door. "Housekeeping!" He cheerfully mocked the universal call, before grinning. "May I come in?"

After his stint dealing with Limbo, he'd dropped off a small bonsai tree for the dead priest and headed to Mary's. He figured he'd look in on her, and if he could get a cuddle or three, that would be nice.

However, when he stuck his head into Mary's living room, she wasn't there. Everything looked clean as usual, but she'd left some dishes on the counter. That made him blink. He teleported to Raziel's home, intending to ask if he'd seen her. "Brother?" His downstairs looked deserted, too. Goddamn it. "Brother? It's Gabe, you here?"

"Doing any better today?" Asked Azrael after slipping in through the door to the bedroom that Kokabiel had been resting since the angel of Death found her crawling her way out of Hell. He'd been busy as usual, but he'd sent the dead, displaced priest to keep Kabe company. They both had similar points of view, and he figured they'd both feel comfortable around each other, despite the fact that Kabe wasn't used to talking with humans, and Nicholas wasn't what one would call 'typical' for humans. His whole world was third world. Yikes.

"Because if you're not, I can come back later."

But that was several days ago. He gave his word to Mary, amidst soft kisses and over held hands, that he would be sure to sleep each night, no matter how wrapped up in work he'd get. And that he'd eat, too. He had felt like he finally was living again, and with very little protest, he brought Jaspre to the institution like he'd been planning, asking them to keep her on a low dose of what Americans called 'thorazine', or something similar. And finally, for the first time since his first week as a human, Mephisto's home was his own. He had called Mary to tell her the new of to that effect, and asked if she'd like to come help him find furniture for the still-unfurnished rooms. He'd only just come into the home, and he had no idea what to get for a regular human home. Castles were one thing, but a proper, cozy home? His last real experience with one had been before the advent of electricity.

So, in essence, there's a fallen angel standing in his empty dining room, summoning and unsummoning dining room sets from lord-knows-where, trying to decide which one pissed him off the least.

Hello world, have a recently unemployed Metatron.

Enoch had a momentary identity crisis in Heaven when it happened, but he was better now. Sorta. He was pretty much defunct and useless, so he had some choices to make. He could go back to Earth permanently, and go back to being a rabbi for the rest of eternity, or do something else for the rest of eternity on Earth, or he could stay in Heaven and play figurehead for the rest of the Host, which seemed stupid, because all he did was speak for God. He was the spokesman, not the man in charge, and he never would be. So...

He was on Earth temporarily. He was taking a walk in London, having heard that his old mentor had decided to be human for a while - God only knows HOW he managed that - and so he wanted to go talk to him. What he'd heard was that the old fallen curmudgeon had been keeping a low profile (odd for him, he usually liked making a scene!) and working at a rare books store. So Enoch found himself walking into same said store, smiling at the chime of the bell on the door. But the books immediately grabbed his attention, and instead of looking for Raziel right away, he went to peruse the old, dusty tomes. How fun!

When the chains had left him entirely, Imamiah had taken a first hesitant step out of Hebron's city limits, and he hadn't burst into flames. He hadn't bothered to figure out why, he'd just taken the first plane out of Tel Aviv to anywhere.

It turned out to be heading for Heathrow, in London. He'd made his way along the airport halls, then into the tube on a lark. Why not? He could move around! O frabjous day! He'd sit in the tube all day if he could. People-watching was his passion. The crowd started to get more and more fractious as the train headed into the city centre, but he just sat there, smiling.

Kokabiel clung to the stairwell leading from the 6th to the 5th circle, jaw set. She'd taken to crawling, in order to keep herself hidden from the demons crawling nearby. In the Malebolge, she'd fallen into the pit of panderers and seducers, and only barely escaped with her life and her virtue. Her formerly-pristine dress was tattered and blood-spattered. Patches of skin were missing on her legs and feet. Lava had burned up past her knees. Her hair was a mess and her face was bruised, one eye swollen shut. She'd long since managed to close off her mind to anything but the voices of Solas and Penemuel, and escape. Five circles. I can at least get to Limbo. She kept climbing.

"I didn't want to die this way!"  Were the last living thoughts the gunslinging priest had before he found himself taken in by an all-encompassing light. Squinting and shielding his eyes, Nicholas D. Wolfwood walked forward, shouldering his cross, before noticing vague figures in the distance. He couldn't see the sand below him, or feel it, but he knew he was walking. He couldn't smell the dust in the air, but a vague, sweet odor made him feel at ease.

"Where am I?" He asked. "Is... is this Heaven?"

Gabe had popped to Waikiki as soon as he'd felt able, looking around the beach almost wildly, needing to make sure fuckin' Lilo was still here. It was like the earth had gone polar opposite in one fucking day. All he was seeing was a bunch of tourists and families, though, and he was starting to get afraid. "Lilo!" he finally yelled, standing by the water. "Lilo!" Some heads turned, but not hers. "Lilo! Are you around here?"

Kokabiel was sitting in a Starbucks in Sydney, reading her copy of Inferno. This place was better than the place she'd been chained like a dog. She wasn't sure why she'd suddenly been allowed to suddenly leave, but she wasn't about to complain. This gave her more chance to plot. So it was all right with her.

She'd waited such a long time for a chance to move. After ages - planning, raging, scheming, and waiting. Biding her time. Fallen had already begged Azrael for death. More would follow.

Asmodeus had spent far too much time cooped up in his expansive apartment in the city of Prague, so he decided he'd go for a walk in London. Which actually would have been lovely, had it stayed just a walk, but he was also the type to play games. He had found himself a bench on a pedestrian mall and was people watching, implanting little urges into the minds of random humans. He was smiling to himself as he hummed, eyes half-lidded against the sun.

Mary was seated on a bench in the park, legs akimbo, reading a book while munching on some carrot sticks. The sun was shining, and between people watching and reading, Mary was content. She smiled at a few small children as they walked by. Without really knowing why, they were drawn to her, scrambling over the grass to get hugs. And Mary was only too happy to provide them, beaming at their mother and letting them know how adorable the little ones were.

Once the kids left, Mary resumed reading - a battered copy of Little Women - and she hummed to herself under her breath.

The poster looked confused at this new game. How was one supposed to post here? They tried first person, and that got them eaten alive by wildebeests. They tried using *asterisk RP* and that got them mauled by a pack of wild, hungry savage cannibals.

And then it struck him. "EGADS!" he exclaimed in joy, "I just need to use third person, past tense! How convenient!"

But then it occurred to him, "But how will they know where my puppet is?" And he saw the location doojobby down below. He filled it in with "Earth" and then the city and precise place. Fantastic.

"Ah, but what about if I want to find my posts in the future?" Asked the player. And magically, he had tags appear for his character. Use the same nametag for the same character, and all will be well.

"Oh," said the player, lamenting after a moment or two, "But how can I tell if people want me to post in their thread?" And the answer was plain as day; OTA in the Location means Open to All, whereas Closed means it is a plot between two puppets (or three or whatever) as decided by the players themselves. Fancy that.

This concludes this in depth report of awesomeness, we now return you to your regularly scheduled grousing.