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Tweak says, "WE DON'T DO THAT HERE!"

I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-09-07 13:09:00

Entry tags:

anthony crowley, aziraphale, castiel, lorne, raven archer

To Us (Angels and Demons)
There is an invitation. The envelope it's in is made of a very thick, almost cardboard. Decorated with a design that looks like a mixture of feathers and flames. There is a seal on it, deep red wax, in the center, just a swirl. The paper is thinner, but no less well made. It's almost like touching cloth. The words upon it are done in a very beautiful script:

You are hereby invited to take part in a meeting in which you should discover very great things about what is around you.

Even if you choose to not accept this invitation, your daily movement around the City brings you to a building. There is only one door. The door is a very heavy, dark wood. It looks as if it might take a giant to open it, but it pulls free easily for you. When it shuts, it sounds almost as if a latch has clicked into place.

The room you are standing in is an odd shape. Triangular. The widest part is where the door is set in, and the other two walls meet opposite it to make the point. There is nothing in this room. No chairs, no table. No mirrors. No sign that anybody else will be able to get in here with you at all.

You will wait a while. When the last participant shows up, the walls in the center of the room will raise into the ceiling. From the floor will come a great table, laden with food and drink. Chairs will scoot out from where they were tucked away under it.

There are other people in this room with you.

This log is open to Angels and Demons only. If you are unsure if your character can be invited, please ask a mod before jumping in.

Remember, this can run concurrently to your other threads and stories. This is not a plot point, and you can do whatever you wish within it. You do not need to follow posting order or anything else. Just have fun!

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i_havefaith
2011-09-08 02:56 am UTC (link)

The normal physical boundaries of existence were nothing to Castiel, but, of course, he could not leave the City, and had only made one attempt to do so. Jimmy, the angel's abandoned, human vessel, received this invitation first, but he could not open it, and being of a practical mind and not an inquisitive one, he put it aside and didn't think of it. The being that was Castiel, however, incandescent, ethereal, and incorporeal, found himself down on the street level of the City, and from thence into a triangular room. He was curious why he was there, and spun some of his energy into a light wavelength perceptible to humans, just in case. It looked like a living firecracker, a white sparkler of almost miniscule size, tumbling and eternally burning in the air at about six feet off the ground.

He waited. Angels were very, very good at waiting.

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i_host
2011-09-08 05:10 pm UTC (link)

"I'm in a triangle!"

Lorne smiled. Rooms just weren't triangular that often. And food. And wine on the table. Were there Sea Breezes?

Lorne didn't know what the invitation meant, but pretty much any invitation that sounded promising meant he'd attend an event. He wasn't dumb; he knew it could go badly. But hey. Life was for being lived, right?

There was a sparkly thing in the corner. Lorne thought maybe it was an art installation. It was very pretty. He picked up a cookie and chewed it, pondering that light.

Realizing it was not an art installation.

Some cookie fell out of the corner of his mouth.

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i_liketartan
2011-09-08 06:17 pm UTC (link)

How very peculiar, Aziraphale had mused to himself as he read the brief invitation. It barely occurred to him to wonder how he got there. The invitation had held no location, yet as he stepped out of his bookshop, he simply seemed to know where to go. There had been little consideration in accepting the summons; invitations often meant delicacies, or at least some sort of beverage. He was therefore far from disappointed when the table of food and wine appeared in the middle of the room.

As he greedily eyed the table, he noticed something else out of the corner of his eye. A bright, sparkling light. As he stared, he realized that something felt familiar about it. As if he'd encountered it before. A little deduction on the angel's part told him what, or rather, who, the strange light was. With a nod that indicated acknowledgment but not necessarily joy at the recognition, Aziraphale turned his attention to the table again.

He did so enjoy sushi. And calamari. And stewed plums. And pudding. He began to fill a small plate, finally looking around to see who else was in attendance.

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i_havefaith
2011-09-08 08:02 pm UTC (link)

When angels spoke, bad things tended to happen. It was a range that most humans could not withstand, and in the past the Lord had sent angels to bring down vast city defenses and burst the eardrums of the wicked. Some, however, were gifted with the genetic ability to not only withstand, but translate the natural voice of Castiel and his kind. In the City Castiel had discovered there were other beings, celestial and earth-bound, that did not necessarily follow the usual "rules."

Everywhere and nowhere, his consciousness examined Lorne--not in his heart or in his head, but rather his physiology. He had not encountered such a creature before, but that didn't trouble him; there was much in other universes that he did not understand.

In the nature of an experiment, Castiel Spoke. To another angel the message would resolve into something like, What is this? But perhaps the mighty ringing of boundless sound wouldn't manage it this time.

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i_host
2011-09-10 03:59 pm UTC (link)

Lorne knew enough to know what raw power hangin' out in a corner felt like. He'd met some seriously powerful beings in his time.

He brushed the cookie crumbs off of his red suit jacket, staring at the light.

"Are you a.... a good witch, or a bad witch?" he asked it. There was a nervous laugh afterward.

It seemed to him that the light was... well, it wasn't singing, and it didn't seem to be feeling a whole lot, because Lorne wasn't getting any real messages. But it felt sort of like it was talking, and he just couldn't hear it. The empath demon's spidey sense was tingling, alright, but it wasn't getting anything.

"Um." The demon's eyebrows drew together. "I hope you're more like Tinkerbell than some big scary thing, and I hope I don't regret this. I know you're talking but I can't understand you."

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i_choose
2011-09-09 04:14 am UTC (link)

Raven hadn't intended to accept the invitation. She was suspicious of all unexplained summons - she'd met good demons and awful human beings in her lifetime, and she tried to judge by action instead of origin, but mysterious requests for meetings? Those never turned out well. So? She was nervous as she crept in the room, shoulders rolled forward and her head ducked so that her hair masked the color of her eyes.

She expected some kind of horrible tableau. Instead? It was a triangular room. A triangular room with a buffet table. Huh.

Raven gaped a little. "...so we've been kidnapped to some kind of dinner party?" The teenager paused. "It was really just an invitation to a meeting? That is so. Weird."

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i_liketartan
2011-09-15 01:06 pm UTC (link)

Kidnapped? "I for one am here of my own will." Free will. It was a grand thing. Taking another bite, he forced his attention away from the food-though it really was a remarkable pudding-and focused on Castiel. For he knew by the familiar feel of him that was who it was. Though he couldn't have said quite how he knew. It was rather peculiar.

"What a disappointing condition for you. How did you lose your human form?" Aziraphale had once had his own form torn from him, and had been forced to inhabit other humans until Adam had graciously returned it to him. It had been a very unpleasant experience.

Crowley should be here. There were some of his kind here, and at least one of Aziraphale's. It was a bit uncomfortable, and he would prefer to have someone on his side...er, well not his side, of course, but someone he knew would have his back.

He looked toward the green demon. "He wants to know what this is. He's like me...he's an angel." Though Aziraphale had quickly gathered in their previous meeting that Castiel was less like him than one would expect from a brother angel.

"Come. If this is a dinner party, as the young lady..." Aziraphale knew well that she was no more a lady than he was a man, but that wasn't necessary to point out in present company. "...has put it, why don't we all just sit down and enjoy it?"

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i_havefaith
2011-09-15 11:39 pm UTC (link)

In the endless crystal tones of his kind, Castiel greeted Aziraphale, but it was a formal thing, with no warmth or friendliness, but rather a grave wariness. He felt no kinship with the other, and indeed, felt even more distant than the solid people with their feet on the floor than ever.

The white light slowly spun very gently in place, like some kind of overenthusiastic firefly, and the sense of uncertainty strengthened as Castiel tested what kind of wavelengths might be perceptible to Lorne's decidedly unique senses. He didn't have anything else to say but the silent question that could have been anything from "what's the point?" to "why are we here?"

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i_sauntereddown
2011-09-18 05:57 pm UTC (link)

“Always the optimist,” Crowley said, standing against one of the walls in a dark suit and sunglasses, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants. “Focusing on the dinner party part of it.” He had been there, silently watching for a few moments and analyzing his surroundings. The door had latched once he entered, shutting himself and everyone else he assumed as well.... inside. There was an angelic being to one side that seemed to refuse to take it's human form.

Curious.

There was a green man, which Crowley took definite interest in. Probably another demon from another realm. Then there was Raven, the young demon, who looked uncomfortable. And of course, Aziraphale... already helping himself to the food. As was to be expected.

“I rather think Raven is on to something with her kidnapping theory.” The demon pushed off away from the wall and started walking toward them. “Though who'd want to kidnap a bunch of angles and demons, erm?”

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i_liketartan
2011-09-18 07:09 pm UTC (link)

Leave it to Crowley to be hiding in the shadows. Never the less, Aziraphale was pleased to see him there. He moved over toward the Crowley, greeting him without using his name.

"There you are, you old serpent. Here," he moved in closer than necessary, giving the demon a wink, "try a piece of the calamari." In a hushed tone, he continued, "That angel is the one I was telling you about. The one that thinks he's looking for you." It probably wasn't the most sinless thing he'd ever done, choosing to warn the demon rather than alert the angel. But he and Crowley went way, way back, and this angel...Aziraphale still wasn't particularly comfortable with Castiel.

Heading back to the table, he filled himself a glass of wine. "Anyone else? I mean really, if he's right," he tipped his head in the direction of Crowley, "we might as well enjoy it. Must be a reason the City got us all together. Any ideas? Anyone?"

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i_host
2011-09-20 02:38 am UTC (link)

Lorne looked at the light, desperately trying to understand it. "It's like having words on the tip of your tongue," he said to it. "My spidey sense is tingling but I've got nothing, I'm sorry."

He sighed, and turned to look at the rest of the room.

"Angels?"

He looked at the people... well, obviously they weren't people, in the room. Lorne made himself a drink with what he found on the table.

"OH!"

He realized the thing in the corner was an angel. He didn't know there were angels! Lorne's demon-ness had less to do with God and more to do with location. He downed the drink he'd made.

Ideas? "So everyone's....?"

Angels and demons. He knew before he asked. "What good would it do to remove us all? What powers do we have?"

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i_havefaith
2011-09-20 03:54 pm UTC (link)

Castiel was, fortunately, not listening to Aziraphale or Crowley. Crowley struck him clearly as a thing apart, not quite angel, but he didn't immediately seem hell-ish, either. Perhaps it had been too long since he'd been down there, or Castiel was used to looking for quite different demons altogether. No, for the most part, Castiel was focused on Lorne, a being from another dimension. He hadn't any idea Lorne was actually called a demon, as he would hardly classify someone as much, not having an inherent problem with green skin.

Lorne's last word caused Castiel alarm. Removed?! He hadn't thought of it that way. The light made a sound like a dying rabbit in a huge gong, echoing off the psychic ears, and then he flashed at the door in an attempt to get out.

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	((was waiting to see if others responded)) i_host 2011-10-06 05:30 pm UTC (link)
	The noise was.... well, God, it was awful, and Lorne knew about awful noises. Karaoke made you an expert in that, whether you liked it or not. "Whoa, whoa!" The demon followed the light, wondering briefly if the light knew it looked like Tinkerbell. "Hey! Spazzing out isn't gonna help." He frowned. "Though... I dunno what is." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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i_sauntereddown
2011-10-09 10:15 pm UTC (link)

“Oh settle down, Tinkerbell,” Crowley said to what Aziraphale had identified the angel who had been looking for him. An angel in his more pure form, for whatever reason. Without bothering to grab a plate, he grabbed a handful of grapes off the table. Might as well enjoy the food since they were going to be stuck there for awhile. “Peter Pan will still be out running amok when we all eventually get out of here.”

Where in this particular analogy, Peter Pan was that Winchester character and Tinkerbell... well, was the bit of light that was spazzing out.

“Besides, what good did losing your mind ever do, especially when you have very little mind left to lose?” Just like him to end a logical statement with an insult. He popped a grape in his mouth while grinning in the direction of the light formed angel.

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i_havefaith
2011-10-12 12:48 am UTC (link)

Temporarily forgoing the opportunity for a rebuttal, the light that was Castiel flashed out of the room and, in milliseconds, he'd found Dean, who was taking a nap on his couch. After some confused flickering, he sought out his vessel, who was two rooms away, eating a sandwich and flipping morosely through bad daytime television.

In a blink, Castiel was back. He was still a bobbing white light, but his aura was now a calm, crystalline glimmer. He was still confused, but content to wait. He gave Crowley the equivalent of an angelic dirty look on some unseen wavelengths. He thought they were all being rather too calm about this.

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	Re: ((was waiting to see if others responded)) i_host 2011-10-21 04:40 pm UTC (link)
	Besides, what good did losing your mind ever do, especially when you have very little mind left to lose? "Oh, Amen," Lorne said. "I'm all for freak outs but I think calm's better right now." The light bounced around and then vanished. Lorne watched, completely enthralled. He sighed as it came back. "Now why can't I do fun things like that?" he asked. (Reply to this) (Parent)