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cape_kore2013-04-05 05:08 pm
hung_garian) wrote in cape_kore2013-04-05 05:08 pm
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Gabriel | Video [Open + Private] | 06 | Day 58, about 8 AM
[Someone isn't looking quite as unruffled by everything as usual. He's paler than normal, his hair's starting to look messy, his jacket's crumpled, and the skin around his eyes is drawn tight. He looks stressed, not to mention tired. Plus he's not breaking any of the rules of physics or eating any candy, which is possibly a first.]
In light of everyone else having gotten there first, I'll spare you all another round of 'what's going on's and 'this isn't funny's and empty threats. What I do wanna ask is if we have any guesses yet as to what's causing this and how to stop it. And if anyone's got any instant coffee granules going spare. Could really do with being more awake. Fell asleep for a few hours earlier, didn't like it, don't plan on doing it again any time soon.
[It's unnerving, after all, to lose consciousness like that when you're not used to it. Not to mention how weird dreaming is.]
Anyone needs me, I'll be in the bar taking advantage of my temporary lack of alcohol tolerance. Ciao.
[To most people it'll look as if that's the end of the message. He hasn't switched off the feed, though, just changed the filter to make this private to his siblings,including those he might already have run into because haha timelines.]
Check in, whether you've been Kryptonite-d or not. If any of you've managed to get yourselves arrested or killed or beaten the crap out of already, you're getting no sympathy from me, but I'd appreciate knowing so I can point and laugh. I'm guessing this thing's some kind of curse, since there's no hex bags that I can find, but hey, that's not exactly reliable, given the circumstances. Whatever it is, it needs to be over about five hours ago.
[A pause. That's everything he wanted to say, he thinks... ah. Hang on.]
Oh, and Anna? How do you make the shower work?
In light of everyone else having gotten there first, I'll spare you all another round of 'what's going on's and 'this isn't funny's and empty threats. What I do wanna ask is if we have any guesses yet as to what's causing this and how to stop it. And if anyone's got any instant coffee granules going spare. Could really do with being more awake. Fell asleep for a few hours earlier, didn't like it, don't plan on doing it again any time soon.
[It's unnerving, after all, to lose consciousness like that when you're not used to it. Not to mention how weird dreaming is.]
Anyone needs me, I'll be in the bar taking advantage of my temporary lack of alcohol tolerance. Ciao.
[To most people it'll look as if that's the end of the message. He hasn't switched off the feed, though, just changed the filter to make this private to his siblings,
Check in, whether you've been Kryptonite-d or not. If any of you've managed to get yourselves arrested or killed or beaten the crap out of already, you're getting no sympathy from me, but I'd appreciate knowing so I can point and laugh. I'm guessing this thing's some kind of curse, since there's no hex bags that I can find, but hey, that's not exactly reliable, given the circumstances. Whatever it is, it needs to be over about five hours ago.
[A pause. That's everything he wanted to say, he thinks... ah. Hang on.]
Oh, and Anna? How do you make the shower work?
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I was wondering how long it'd take you to crack.
[ A similarly tired face pokes through the doorway first, followed by the rest of Anna as she wanders in with a vaguely amused smile. After all, she's probably the most prepared for this situation. At least she has some decent experience at this under her belt. ]
There's some coffee in the kitchen, I'll make some up. When you're more awake we can get started on Human 101, okay?
[ Because in all honesty, she's probably going to need some of that coffee to get through this, too. ]
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[He is. He's so cracked he barely bothers being a snarky little shit, which is saying something.]
Thanks. Did I mention how you're my favourite sister? Cause you totally are.
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[ She totally believes you there. This whole thing is stressful and concerning, and the panicked shrieking from the communicator every hour or so seem to indicate it's pretty widespread, but she's going to enjoy this while she can. Of course she is, it's what little sisters do best. ]
You only like me when there's something in it for you. [ She raises her eyebrows, chuckling quietly under her breath before tipping her head towards the direction they need to go. ]
Come on. All the walking you're going to start having to do, you're going to need the energy. Are you hungry yet?
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[Not when you put bugs in his bed, even if he hadn't needed to sleep in it back then. But he lets that go, being the martyr that he is, and follows her. This may become a theme, so it's lucky Anna's patient.]
I don't think I am - it doesn't hurt.
[He looks down, stares at his stomach. It doesn't do anything.]
I'm not sure. This might be how it always feels.
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[ So maybe Human 101 is going to be harder than she thought. It's easy to forget that Gabriel has nothing to go on, no previous experience to relate the new sensations too. Of course she knows, there's twenty five years of solid experience under her belt, and she learned the traditional way.
This is going to be...interesting. ]
Okay, well how about I make something up anyway and we see how it goes? It's hard to explain, it's more impulse than anything. [ When they get to the kitchen she just points to a seat, making her way straight to the kettle, and once she's got that on she starts poking through the cupboards. There's not exactly an extensive range, she's never even looked honestly, and she pulls a face. ]
Hope you like canned vegetables, we're sort of lacking in variety here.
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[Not that he'd ever thought to check, but he figures he'll have to take that chance sooner or later anyway. Might as well do it now. He sits down as instructed, watching her busy herself around the kitchen. He's fairly sure that he knows enough about humans to survive as one, but he's not actually tried to pass himself off as one in a domestic context in a very long time, and things have changed since then. There's pop culture, too, for the modern stuff, but he's not entirely sure how reliable that information is. Trying to memorise everything Anna does seems the best method of not killing himself while trying to use the kitchen.]
I hate all vegetables, on principle. Do we have Lucky Charms? They sound tolerable, at least.
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She's not the best teacher - honestly, she's more focused on getting him to comply than anything else at the minute - so she keeps her back to him as some shuffling through the mostly bare cupboards reveals a lot of tinned food and not much else. It's never been a concern until now, after all. They're hardly big eaters. ]
Okay, how about a happy medium. There's some fruit here, that's sweet. Better than nothing, right?
[ Like hell is she letting you live on cereal until this blows over, Gabriel. Not. A. Chance. In. Hell. ]
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[Actually, he's not particularly opposed to fruit. The Norse had been particularly big on apples, and they weren't at all bad. But griping makes him feel better, so he'll complain about whatever he can. His stomach takes the opportunity to make a gurgly, whiny sort of noise, which he considers for a moment.]
I think I am hungry, actually.
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[ Obviously she's aiming for showmanship here, which is exactly why she grabs a bowl and opens up the tin before dumping the canned - wait, what are these exactly?
Pears. It'll do.
The contents get tipped in quickly, and shortly after she slides the bowl along the counter to Gabriel, followed by tossing a fork in his general direction. When all that's done, she folds her arm over her chest and looks at him expectantly. ]
Yeah, that'll usually give it away. Now come on, eat it.
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[No, he doesn't know what he's saying either. He takes the bowl happily enough and scarfs down a few forkfuls before looking back up at her.]
You gonna just stand there and watch? It's not healthy to skip breakfast, Anna. You eat something.
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[ He makes a good point though. For all her experiences, she spent a hell of a lot more time as an angel than a human. Some things are force of habit, she just needs a little refresher course on humanity.
She's far less fussy about her own choice of food, quickly grabbing utensils out of cupboards and getting ready to actually heat up the canned peas she had considered trying to push Gabriel into eating.
She'd promised coffee though, so while that was in the works she sets about sorting that out. She grabs a sugar bowl on her way over with the mug, and sets it down before sliding the bowl towards him. ]
There. Coffee. Nectar of the Gods. Heap the sugar in, I promise I won't even make judging faces.
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Isn't that just your normal face?
[At least when talking to Gabriel. It's most people's normal face when talking to Gabriel, though. Or just looking at him. It's warranted. Especially now, with his reaction to the sugar. He more or less pounces on it, and scoops six spoonfuls into the mug. Try not to judge if you want, but he won't mind... or notice, probably.]
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[ She even manages to keep her comments on the sheer amount of sugar used to herself, though the eyebrows shoot up all the same. It's a little gag-inducing honestly, but hey - she doesn't have to drink it. Still, she swoops in to take it back before the sugar ends up anywhere else, that's more than enough, and she pauses a moment before shifting herself up to sit on the counter, cradling her mug in her hands with much more care than usual. It actually burns to just hold it now, go figure. ]
So, think it's just another fun trick courtesy of those lovely old scientists?
[ She's not exactly got much else to go on right now, after all. It's the only logical explanation as far as she's concerned. ]
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Here's hoping. That means it's for their entertainment, and that means even if we can't find a way to fix it, they'll get bored and change it back sooner or later. If one of the people living here is responsible, though... whoooole other kettle of fish. Could be boredom, could be megalomania, could be straight-up malice, but whatever their motive is, the fact that they have a motive means they'll be less inclined to switch it back, even if we ask nicely. So, yeah. I think I'll take scientific curiosity over that, please and thank you.