Into the Lion's Den

[universaljanitor]

Who: The Tenth Doctor universaljanitor and anyone and everyone frequenting Purgatory!
When: February 27th, just before evening sirens
Where: Purgatory
Summary: After Jubilee told him where to find Gabriel and maybe a few other 'angels of the lord' The Doctor forced Rose to help him whip up a few batches of cookies and cupcakes before raiding the candy aisle to prepare a sort of offering in exchange for some information. In other words? Skeptical Doctor is skeptical.
Warnings: Gabriel. .... aaaand probably language and rudeness and general crazy antics. WHO KNOWS! Its a bunch of angels, a prophet, maybe a scattering of humans and meta-humans, and one oh-so-curious alien.

The doors to Purgatory were practically slamming open that night, just a bit before sirens, as a tall, thin, suited figure made his way into the bar with a grin on his face and baskets swinging from both arms. He looked a bit out of place, really, more like he was coming to or from a business meeting that happened to double as a picnic than some bar just before the Darkness was set to creep in.

It didn't take long for him to make a grinning bee-line for the bar, hopping up on a stool before setting the baskets down on the ground, reaching under the lid of one before he came back up, pulling out a wrapped up plate of frosting smothered angel shaped cookies and plopping it on the counter in front of him. And, well, why stop there? Plate after plate came out of the baskets. Cookies and cupcakes and bowls full of candies and chocolates, some shaped like angels and harps and horns and crosses, others simply generic brands of sweets.

Someone had to notice, eventually. Especially as he simply sipped on the banana daquiri he ordered and spun around and around on his barstool, taking in the atmosphere and eying everyone in the bar. He was severely hard-pressed to believe actual Angels were here, but he might as well give it a shot, right? Benefit of the doubt and all that.

"Sorry, hi, yes, hello!" ... or he could just shout at the entire bar. "If I were to ask if anyone had a halo would there be a response? Yes? No? ... I'll even take a forced removal at this point," he paused, then, before holding up the plate of cookies and whoever happened to be looking at him, no doubt like he'd officially lost his mind. "I have cookies!"

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[paterelohim]

[And that would be the friendly, unassuming bartender leaning across the table and grabbing you by the sleeve, you freak, and spinning you around so he can lean across the bar with the judgiest of judging eyes.]

You want me to cut you off right now, buddy? You aren't even one girl drink in yet.

[universaljanitor]

[He's grinning around his straw as he's spun back around, glad to at least have gotten one nibble to his rather obvious bait. But either way, he's sliding the plate back onto the bar one-handed, before leaning forward, chin on hand, still sipping at his daiquiri as he looks over the man in front of him.

...... Nope. No obvious signs labeling him as anything other than human in his book. Annoying, really.]

No-pah! Only had about five sips of the drink - alcohol content's a bit low don'cha think? [Despite his clarity of speech, there's that typical drunken joyous lilt to his voice.] Sober as a priest, me!

.... Ahhhh.... That's a bit in bad taste, isn't it? [He is so bad at watching his tongue with no companions here to shut him up.]

[paterelohim]

[Chuck lets go of his sleeve, but is staring at him with an almost disturbing intensity.

There's something off. It's more than just the low sub-sensory thrum of a person not from His world, no. He's so used to that that being around someone like John or Sam is actually startling, like getting used to a constant sound for so long that you're surprised by silence. This is more than that.

Now that Chuck really looks He can see it clear as day. This guy isn't human.

No idea what the fuck he is, but not human.

Chuck blinks and shakes his head slowly.]

I think "sober as a judge" is the original phrase, but whatever floats your boat.

For the next thirty seconds, I strongly advise that you stick a cork in it.

[Because if any angels don't show up in the next thirty seconds, they probably aren't going to.]

[integrity]

"Most angels don't eat cookies. In fact, they don't eat."

Crowley, as it were, was suddenly at the Doctor's side, drinking a glass of scotch. He spoke this as if it were a matter of life or death, which it very may well could be.

"Nor do they have halos," Crowley added, glancing down the bar. He could feel the winged bastards wandering about, but it always made him feel better to see them coming, too. "But you may have excellent luck luring Gabriel into your line of questioning with those..."

He stared at the plate of cookies before taking another drink.

"Delicacies."

[universaljanitor]

He only jumped the slightest bit this time, just a quick twitch of his shoulder and the slightest jerk of his head to the side, before he took another deep sip of his daiquiri and set the drink down on the counter, swirling his stool around and leaning casually back against it.

"Absolute delicacies, actually! Got the recipe for the cupcakes from a bloke out in Lanchester in 2094, believe it or not. 'The Cupcake Revival!' he called it. 'Course he tried coating them with ketchup for some reason. Must have thought it was red frosting in some of the old pictures. Might be willing to share the recipe, though, considering you're so enraptured," but the grin on his face should let Crowley in on the fact that Ten was being a smartass right back. He wasn't as utterly touched in the head as he seemed ninety nine percent of the time, really. "Brought them for Gabriel, actually. Heard somewhere there was an angel that liked sweets in here."

He reached over, then, snagging a particular cookie from one of the bowls, holding it out and wiggling it in front of Crowley with one of those dopey grins on his face. "Jammy Dodger?"

[integrity]

Crowley stared at the cookie for a long moment before he took it gingerly. He wasn't much of a fan of food unless he made it himself -- hunters had a nasty tendency of putting salt and holy water in everything. But once his fingers didn't burn or react negatively, he relaxed an iota, before rolling his eyes.

"Gabriel will eat anything that will give anyone type two diabetes, he's worse than Paula Deen with butter," Crowley scoffed to himself, breaking the cookie in half, the glass mysteriously gone from his hand now. "And cupcakes of the future have nothing on mine of the present."

Whether or not Crowley was serious, the world will never know.

Spoiler Alert: He was totally fucking serious.

I couldn't resist ._.;

[unluckyinlove]

In Purgatory, they had all types. There were fresh young faces partying after high test scores and high school girls carrying around fake IDs. Every Thursday, a group of transvestites would wander in to sing karaoke and complain about their shoes. AGI bigwigs left the waitresses hefty tips and their sons tried to get the same girls into a hotel room. The crowds were amusing, but predictable. Which is why the skinny guy with the baskets stood out to Jinx. No one had ever tried to have a picnic here before.

Well, looks like he was already drunk before the bouncer let him in. Damn, they needed a new bouncer.

The sorceress roll her eyes as he sat down at the bar and began to empty those baskets. Really, she wasn't planning on staying here tonight any longer than she had to. She just showed up to make sure the place hadn't burned down, people were still getting paid, and they hadn't magically turned into a drug ring while she wasn't looking. For the evening, she poured herself into a casual black suit and stuffed her feet into heels. She looked more like a tired housewife than a young female out on the town. Several months ago, that would have mattered to her. Tonight, she couldn't care less.

When the brainless dolt began shouting, she finally made her move. Jinx walked right up to him, crossed her arms over her chest, threw her hips to the side, and wrinkled her nose at him. When her catlike eyes caught sight of all the sweets, she knew exactly who he was trying to lure out. "Seriously?"

Mission accomplished, then! 8D

[universaljanitor]

All types for sure. Of all the people he expected to see in a bar like this - honestly, he would barely bat an eye at transvestites or strippers or Harry with the seven foot waistband and a cloud of flies - a girl with purple-pink hair was hardly on the top of the list. Actually, combined with the age he was guessing her to be? She wasn't even on the list. Which might explain why he didn't have anything other than a furrowed brow and a bitten tongue in response to her question. Well, demand, more like.

"... Sorry," he blinked, shaking his head and blinking from her to the cookies and back again before his mind caught up with the situation, pulled out of rooting through his knowledge of races that appeared young but weren't. And checking those against the ones with strangely colored hair and cat eyes. Needless to say? He was coming up extremely short. "What? Oh, the treats?" finally, he grinned, shoulders shrugging up dismissively.

"Went a bit Martha Stewart, I know. Like bringing treasure to a dragon." ... only not at all.

XDD This is already awful

[unluckyinlove]

Rolling her overlarge eyes, Jinx decided to come up next to him and lean against the bar. With no respect for personal property nor space, she picked up one of the angel shaped cookies and examined it. Before setting it back down on the plate, she unceremoniously broke off its head. Carefully licking the frosting off of her clawed fingertips--yes, claws--she brought her attention back to the idiot.

"Yeah. Worst analogy ever. You should definitely try to think of it more like luring an obese child out of his bedroom with a trail of candy."

Casually, she shrugged, that judgmental look still plastered all over her face. "I didn't say it wouldn't work, but this is the most pathetic attempt I've seen all year."

[uberboned]

Well, the Doctor has apparently faced Gabriel's Seven Evil Exes to actually get to this point- in all honesty, he's been up on the balcony, watching, because wow. Where could he possibly start on this guy?

After he was positive everyone who wanted to call him an idiot had done so, he moved down to the main floor and stopped right in front of the Doctor, beaming in a way that suggested mischief.

"For the record, we really don't like showing off our halos- it's indecent." He reached over and plucked a cookie from the tray. "These for me? Aw. You shouldn't have."

[universaljanitor]

A good place to start was always with food. The Doctor had been witness to the greatest meals in history, at one point or another, and one thing had always held true. Conversation could be started even between the strongest of enemies when they were given a roasted boar to feast on. In the case? It was simply like appeasing a god, he supposed. Some high and mighty individual who was supposed to bring down the wrath of heaven if he wanted to, where-as he was just some alien with nothing more than tough skin and a silver tongue. Well. That and two baskets full of sweets.

"Didn't have time to pick up a card, unfortunately," he said easily, leaning back on the bar and looking at Gabriel carefully, appraisingly. At least, he assume this man was Gabriel. Not as tall as he thought he would be, maybe a bit less hair, too. But more than that, he was so human. The only thing the Doctor could possibly see that might have been a give-away was the general ease the man - angel - carried himself with. The ease of a being who believes themselves to be virtually untouchable.

He knew, because he himself walked that way at times. "Oh not even a little showing off for the general public? Flash of wing, bit of a holy glow? Descending from the stars in a long, flowing robe?" he lets out a laugh, though, chewing on the side of his cheek in a grin for a moment, before continuing on. "Religious texts always seem to get a few things wrong, don't they?"

[uberboned]

"Not if I want everyone in a twenty mile radius to keep their eyes," Gabriel shrugged, speaking around a mouthful of cookie. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get this a lot, but he'd settled into such a normal little life here in Siren's Port, he was starting to take for granted that most either already knew what he was and the rest were better off not questioning it.

He snorted. "Flowing robes and wings have a lot more commercial appeal, and that's what it's all about, right? I mean, guy like me? Not gonna sell many Christmas cards." Another shrug. "We're just like anyone else... Only with enough power to level a city, but... Details, right?"

Gabriel moved over so he could perch on a barstool, figuring he was in for a pretty lengthy conversation, but at least this guy brought a bribe. He officially gets more points than most people who want to interrogate him. "Name's Gabriel, and if you've got questions... I probably have a bunch of answers that'll shatter your paradigm."

[ibreakrules]

Being the bar's bouncer, Frau rarely needed more than a few seconds to determine if someone belonged in the bar or not. It could take a little bit more than that to decide if a customer was picking a fight that would get violent, but still, Frau didn't need long. This time it was almost immediate. The second this guy had walked in, Frau knew something was up. His eyes stayed locked on the idiot dressed in a suit, following him as he headed toward the front of the bar.

So far he hadn't done anything that gave Frau a reason to throw him out. That didn't mean that he wouldn't, and it definitely didn't mean that the guy wasn't weird. A weirdness that only got worse when he started setting out plates of cookies. What the hell?

Scowling, Frau headed that way, determined to figure out what this idiot wanted. Only to be flat out told when he addressed the entire bar. Well, then, fine. He stopped a foot away, smirking down at him.

"I could arrange that," he grinned dangerously. "Forcefully removing you, I mean."

[universaljanitor]

Funny how one little action could get everyone in the place thinking he was an idiot. Or certifiably insane. Although the latter might be true, he hasn't had a true test done in a long while. But for the record, he wasn't an idiot. Anything but, really. Eccentric, yes, excitable, oh yes, but not an idiot. Which was probably why the Doctor was just smiling up at Frau calmly and warmly as he came over, despite the dangerous grin on his face, the words coming out of his mouth.

"Was actually hoping to stay a bit. Have a theory to test and all," he offered up a bowl of candy, however. Skittles! "See, it doesn't make much sense for only one religion to have deities in existence, does it? If one is real, then why don't all religions have the same basic roots? If the Christian angels are actually real then why do other religions think there are gods for everyday objects? Why do they think the world is carried on the back of a turtle? Held up by a man?"

He stole a few skittles from the bowl, then. Popping them in his mouth and grinning around them. "Only said that to get something happening, you see. Don't quite like things going slowly."

[ibreakrules]

Frau was becoming less and less sure what to make of this guy. And he had no idea what the weird, colorful balls in the bowl he was holding out where either. Eying them a bit uneasily, Frau can't help wondering if he should just back off now.

The second religion is brought up, he knows he should just back off now. Religion is by far not one of his favorite topics, especially here where his own church didn't exist. Not that Frau ever cared to really talk about religion at all, bishop or not.

"Believe in what you want, or don't believe at all. It doesn't matter."

He paused before needing to add in one more thing.

"Unless your things happening involves trouble. Then it does matter."

[paranoidbastard]

[ Looking at him like he's officially lost his mind, indeed. The expression Bobby is sparing him is one of his usual favorites. Unimpressed, annoyed and bordering ornery (when isn't he bordering ornery, though, really?). He's just here to pass time before he takes up carting people around after dark once again and just.

People these days, really. They're awful at getting information... if that's... what he's going for. Nobody's that obvious about it when they're trying a bar, are they? He just shakes his head. ]

Yeah, I'm sure those'll really come in handy.

[universaljanitor]

[He's brilliant at getting information, thank you very much! His methods might be unorthodox, but hey, they work!

He does just grin at Bobby, though. By now half expecting people to come up and inform him that he's absolutely insane.]

I have on good authority that they'll work, actually. Not the strangest bait I've used, mind. But also the first I can share.

[hisoldgirl]

Being the TARDIS, the ship had a habit of following her Doctor around -- or rather, getting there before him -- with uncanny regularity. Whether she meant to or not, really. This occasion was no different, as she found herself wandering into the bar perhaps twenty minutes before the Doctor arrived, watching in rapt attention as some patrons played a game of darts and generally being oblivious to any discussion around or toward her.

But not when the Doctor spoke. She would recognise that voice anywhere and immediately turned toward the bar, shoving her way through perplexed guests who couldn't quite figure out what the crazy man in blue up front was on about.

"Thief!" she called. Perhaps not the best name to yell out in a bar. "Oh, you're just in time. Have you ever played darts? There's a game going now and it's terribly exciting, even if the participants don't quite understand trajectory." She clamoured up next to him, swiping a cookie without asking and taking a bite. "I rather like this. It would be better if it were chocolate. Have you have chocolate biscuits before? I'm quite fond of them, you know." A beat. "What have halos to do with anything?"

[universaljanitor]

The first cry out from the TARDIS had the Doctor starting a bit, looking around for a moment before he pinpointed the cause of the noise. Not that it was hard when there was a fairly mad looking woman elbowing her way through the crowd, trying to get to him. But he wasn't quite used to being referred to as thief, so it took him a few moments to tie the voice and image and her words together in his mind, to come to a conclusion.

It always was different meeting people in person rather than over the NVs, wasn't it? But as soon as it did click in his mind, the smile that lit up his face took at least ten years of worry and stress and sadness off his face, turned him into an excited, bouncing child in front of her, practically beaming at this mad, babbling lady stealing a cookie from right in front of him.

"I have played, actually. Brilliant game, that, did you want to play after they finish?" he was breathless with excitement, leaning forward towards her. "You're really- you're the TARDIS. Oh that's brilliant. Absolutely brilliant! Knew you were, and we've talked, but never... never in person," sorry, yes, right. They were talking. "Rose and I can make some chocolate ones for you, if you'd like," he shrugged. "Oh, just looking into angels, actually. Heard a fellow named Gabriel would be here."

[recidivus]

So she showed up maybe two hours later. She'd meant to come earlier, but something had come up and she'd ended up taking a longer shower than she'd planned because hot water was really nice when it was cold out. And maybe she needed a break from the sickeningly sugar-sweet smell of baked goods.

So yeah, two hours later, and she's meandering into the famous Purgatory, eyeing around for clues and- there. She could spot him in a crowd anywhere. And as long as all her hard work hadn't been eaten yet, she was taking one when his back was turned, and hopping herself up onto a bar stool. "Caught any wings yet?" Munch munch. 'Ello Doctor.

[universaljanitor]

He spun around at the sound of a familiar voice, grinning wide before he caught sight of her munching on one of the cookies. And then? Well, his expression quickly fell into a pout. "You know, pretty sure you had enough of those while they were being made," he reached over and stole one for himself, though, the pout quickly melting into a grin.

"Yu-pah!" he said with a quick pop of the p, spinning the stool around to look out at the bar again as he nibbled on the head of an angel. "Managed to get a quick chat with Gabriel, so far. As well as more than a few people who know him," he chuckled, then, turning a bit to glance at Rose, grinning as it sharing some sort of secret. "Pretty sure everyone here thinks I'm a bit soft in the head, though."

[servingfather]

[The chair beside the Doctor that had previously empty is now occupied. Michael certainly didn't walk in and make a huge spectacle of himself, that's for sure. He had just appeared when the alien had started asking about halos. Outwardly there doesn't seem to be anything heavenly about him, no wings or halos. In fact, the man looks downright normal and that's because the vessel he's wearing is very human.]

If you had really wanted to talk to an angel you could have just prayed.

[universaljanitor]

[To be honest, he really should be more surprised with all these strange people appearing out of virtually nowhere. And maybe he had been... the first time Crowley did so in his living room. But once its happened the first time? Well. It's something he's come to prepare himself for while in the Port.

So the Doctor's just shrugging up his shoulders and raising an eyebrow at Michael, looking more than a little incredulous.]

You lot respond to prayers? Really? Some sort of psychic triggering, then? [Er...] Assuming you're one of them, that is. Bit light on your feet to be anything normal... no offense.

so very, very late. ;_; but I needed to reply to this

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine is back at Purgatory to see if he even still has a job and to get back into the swing of things when the Doctor (one of the Doctors?) grabs attention.]

Doctor?

its okay! I've been a bit sick /sob

[universaljanitor]

[One of, definitely! He turns at his name, blinking around his drink at the boy in front of him.]

'Allo! [He sips around his straw, trying to place the face... to tie a name to the voice, at least. But... well. The only time he's talked to Blaine has been through text, unfortunately.] Sorry, have we met? Not unusual, I tend to not meet people in order. ... Well, here I usually do. Not many time shenanigans in the Port, unfortunately.