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!"

Comments

[universaljanitor]

[Once the Doctor wraps his mind around the whole prophet thing for Chuck, he'll definitely understand that whole Wise Man vibe. They're peas in a pod, these two. Lonely Gods, hated by their family, their people for doing what needed to be done.

The only difference is... well, the Doctor's not really a God, and at least a good handful of Chuck's kiddies are still running around wreaking havoc.]

Single manly tear? [He is so very much guilty of that. Not that he'll ever admit it.] Well, not exactly the weeping I had in mind.

See, back home, back in my universe, there were these creatures. Statues, when you were looking at them, assassins when you weren't. They took the form of angels, always hiding their faces. Weeping Angels. Nasty things. Annoying.

[paterelohim]

Dude, that's some straight-up Lovecraftian shit.

[Chuck really shouldn't look as fascinated as he is, but holy crap. Talk about good horror fiction material.]

They only moved when you didn't look at them?

[universaljanitor]

Lovecraftian...? Oh, fellow with Cthulhu, right? Arthur Jermyn? Love his works!

[His grin fades, though. Into a look of annoyance, now.]

So long as you looked at them they had a sort of temporal lock on them. Any other time? ... Well.

They feed off temporal energy. The displacement and energy caused by a life taken. But they don't kill you. They simply send you through time, so the life you were going to live in your original timeline no longer exists. They fuel themselves on the potential life they ruined.

[paterelohim]

[Oh, Doctor, you know just how to grab this wayward God's attention. Feeding on potential life? Chuck leans in, trying hard to disguise that hunger for knowledge in his eyes.]

That means the victim's still alive, though, right? They can live out the rest of their life just- in a different time.

[universaljanitor]

[Comes with that whole lonely God territory, unfortunately enough. Well, that and, the Doctor does know what makes a good story. So, he's grinning, leaning in as Chuck does, as if he's about to tell him a really good secret]

Oh they live out their life well enough. Just a few centuries before they were ever born. The Angels then feed on the temporal energy that's left over. What's left behind before the person's time line shoots back to whenever they've sent them.

The Universe's kindest killers.

[paterelohim]

[He chews on that for a second, turning it over and over in his head. On the one hand it honestly doesn't sound that bad - if a load of bad sci-fi bullshit - but on the other...]

Honestly, that's crueler to the loved ones than to the victim themselves.