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

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