(backdated) Day 116

[psychoh]

-- even tell time. They've just got little...

[oh hey, that's a lovely picture of an eyeball right there. Luckily, the eyeball moves back a bit and you're treated to the head attached to it. Norman is staring at the communicator, eyes furrowed and lips in a narrow line, trying to figure out how it works.]

What are you doing? [Another head pokes in from the side of the screen. Carrie just seems incredibly nervous.] Be careful, you might break it...

I think it'd probably end up breaking me, first...

(joint intro post! :D tags will come from norman and carrie. yay.)

Comments

[servingmichael]

We do, yes.

[psychoh]

Big enough to fly with?

[servingmichael]

Yes. I have six of them, actually.

[psychoh]

-- Alright, you can't just drop, "Oh, I've got six wings," on a person like that, like it's nothing at all! Let them get used to the idea of wings in the first place!

[servingmichael]

I'm an archangel. I can do whatever I want.

[psychoh]

You can't fly out of here. Can you.

[servingmichael]

Hence my calling us captives.

[psychoh]

But it means you can't do whatever you want.

[servingmichael]

Far more than you.

[psychoh]

Well, I'm used to that. I bet you sure aren't.

[servingmichael]

[ One brow arches up but Raphael's face is deceptively blank. ]

You wouldn't have any idea actually.

[psychoh]

I don't have any idea about a lot of things, apparently.

[servingmichael]

Most humans don't.