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sirenspull_logs2012-02-27 09:21 pm
universaljanitor) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-02-27 09:21 pm
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Into the Lion's Den
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!"
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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"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."
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"But really, Gabriel? Like.. the Archangel Gabriel? He's here?" A subtle glance to the rest of the club. No one really looked that angelic, but ... well. Looks could easily be deceiving.