cape_kore | Gabriel | Video [Open + Private] | 06

[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?

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[ ...Damn it, Gabriel. She's not even going to bother replying to that one over the network, just takes enough time to figure out which room he's in and wanders on through to find him. ]

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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I'm not cracked.

[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.

[Raphael had been ~~sulking~~ thinking off alone when he got the message. So he decided to just fly to Gabriel. It takes longer, but there Raphael is. Looking like a toddler. Complete with a diaper, quiver over his back complete with golden arrows and a bow, and fluffy wings on his back.

And showering heart shaped confetti and glitter. E V E R Y W H E R E.]

I was hoping this was a prank of yours.

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[He doesn't recognise Raphael at first. It takes him longer than it should - it's the glitter and confetti that throw him off, but he recognises that expression and that tone of voice... even if he is used to hearing it an octave lower.]

Raphael?

[don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh-- he can't help himself. It's hilarious. At least the laughing fit doesn't last for too long, though it's probably annoying enough anyway.]

Nothing to do with me, but fuck, I wish it was. Are you-- please tell me you can't shift your form. This is too good.

[Raphael's wings flap irritatedly, letting him hover about face level with Gabriel, chubby arms crossed over his chest.]

Are you finished?

[Who would have thought cranky Raphael would be adorable?]

No, I can't.

Yeah, sure thing.

[ 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?

What did you do now, Gabriel?

[He straightens up fully (or as fully as he ever does) from where he was standing bent double by laughter, rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand. It's not so bad that he's actually started crying, but he's not far off. He only wishes he had a camera.]

Ah, that made my day. Nice outfit, Raph. Very cute. Tell you what, I'm hating whoever did this a whole lot less right now.

[ Hey Gabe, guess who's temporarily a fully fledged, card carrying member of the angel brigade? That's right. Demon girl gets to join the feather crew! ]

Looking a little under the weather there, Sugar.

Hey, that's not true, I like you almost all the time.

[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.

Hey, I'm not the only one this is happening to, why do you assume it's my fault?

[Apart from because it usually is.]

I didn't do anything.

Really? Personally I think I look dashing. I'm going for the consumptive artist look.

No honey, you look like crap.

Isn't it usually your fault? That was the word back on Earth anyway.

[ But he shrugs, because he really doesn't care. ]

What's wrong with you? Aside from falling asleep.

[ Which really is bad enough. Who does that? ]

[ That's okay. Dean has enough candy for the both of them, as he's chewing on the end of a lollipop. It's taken him two whole pies and being amused over a couple of peoples' plights before he's been able to figure out what's going on. And it's not because he's being unobservant! He just hasn't cared all the way up until he sees Gabriel's face and it all slides into place. That's why he hasn't even gotten a new lollipop yet. He's chewing on the end of the stick because he's freaking worried by this point. ]

Dude... I think I'm you.

Yeesh. Sounds like somebody woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning, huh?

Apparently I woke up on the feathery side.

[ Wait for it. Waaaaaait. It's not particularly clear on the itty bitty screens, but there's a flash of wings behind her. Oh, and a smirk on her pretty little face. ]

Those Winchesters are such gossips. Determined to ruin my good name.

[Sarcasm, naturally. If he'd ever had a good name he'd ruined it himself long ago, and entirely on purpose.]

My Grace is gone. I'm human, more or less. Since you had to ask, I'm gonna guess you're not, but hey, it's great fun. You should try it sometime.

[Which will get him a confused look and very little more.]

Pretty sure you're not, bucko. You're nowhere near good-looking enough, for one thing, and for another, the position's kinda taken. You know... by me.

[It's clear enough. He doesn't quite gape in real life, but if this were a cartoon he'd be picking his jaw up off the floor.]

Aaaaand how's life as an eiderdown treating you, huh? Not tainting your precious little black heart with sunshine and rainbows, I hope.

No it's not! You're all tired and stressed and you look like shit and all I want to do is rub your nose in it and then eat another pie! [ After that moment of flailing, he sinks back, looks thoughtful, and then adds: ] And then maybe rub your nose in a pie.

My precious little black heart is just fine.

So come on, what did they turn you into to make you look so terrible?

I'm not sure where you're going with this, but it sounds like something you should talk about to either a shrink or a circus ringleader. Or, actually, anyone who isn't me.

Washed up ex-Spice Girl.

Scary, Sporty, Baby, Posh or Ginger?

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