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[ One archangel who has been VERY GOOD at being not seen is sitting on a cabinet, cleaning blood off a short, tri-bladed sword. Raphael is looking none too happy. ]

If anyone hears dogs, get away from them unless you are a highly trained combatant and have a weapon in hand. Salt is a decent barrier, there are others. If anyone needs help with them, I am Raphael. Scream and I'll hear you, or you can pray.

angelofhope

[A new face flickers onto the screen. He's spent many hundreds of years among humans, and has a tablet computer at home — navigating a smart phone is pretty simple for Remiel, the Compassion of God, who looks thoroughly unassuming in a sun-faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt and jeans. He's not even wearing shoes. But it wasn't exactly his plan to get kidnapped in the middle of gardening, all right?]

Hello! I hope this thing's actually connected to something. [He pauses.] Or I'm not crank calling on accident. Anyway. Hi. I like what you guys did with the hallways. Very interesting. I haven't seen anything that crazy since a family member rigged my older sibling's file system to keep showing her the same file.

[It takes an impressive amount of magic to do that to Barachiel, Heaven's great organizer and planner, and she really hadn't been pleased. But Sariel had had a bone to pick. And she never fights fair.

Remiel's sitting in the cafeteria, hair messy and expression pretty cheerful for an archangel who's just shown up in a different dimension than his own. The fact that he's separated from his family will take some time to sink in.]

And uh, has anyone seen a dog? White and black, friendly, about the size of a small armchair?

[Which is a slight exaggeration, but not really. Not when you're talking about an Alaskan Malamute.]

vates

[ Kevin's been working for a few days without sleep on the tablet, so when he wakes up, he figures he must've just passed out from exhaustion. He gets all the way to sitting up before he realizes that he isn't in the bunker.

When the feed switches on, it starts first staring up at the ceiling, while in the background, someone is very clearly laying waste to the bookshelf in their room. Kevin steps into the frame as he swings the shelf he'd ripped out to use as a weapon, and he decides it's acceptable before he sets it down. He has a bunch of papers, and as he puts them into an empty pillowcase, the cuneiform symbols can just be seen for what they are -- that is, ancient and unreadable.

He reaches for his shelf again, and now his face fully comes into frame. He looks like a guy who hasn't slept or eaten real food in a few days, with an added couple layers of complete panic. He has no clue where he is, who might've kidnapped him, what they want to use him for, but beneath the panic there's determination.

He made it this far; he won't let them win now.

Once he realizes the phone is broadcasting, he curses loudly and switches it off.

This plan would probably have gone a lot better if he hadn't been Skyping it. ]

quis_ut_deus

[The video feed is in motion when it starts, a flash of far-away ground and then leaves on the screen before it settles on Michael. He's managed to make his way outside, and is standing on one of the top-most branches of one of the taller trees in the area.

Behind him, a trio of songbirds occupy the next branch up. In a very considerate gesture, they're keeping quiet for the moment - probably because they're too busy being puzzled by the appearance of this man-bird in their tree.]

For those of you still looking for a means of escape, don't bother with the forest. Past a certain point, you'll get looped back towards the Science Center - both on foot and in flight.

[He seems a little chagrined to admit that he had, in fact, attempted to leave on foot after flying had failed him. He'd done enough of it in the tunnels on the way to the Science Center to decide that it's not an activity he's particularly fond of, though it's notably more pleasant when he hasn't been stripped of his powers.]

On the other hand, if you're simply in the mood for a change of scenery, this one is safer than the last. There are fewer large carnivores here.

[Then, almost as an afterthought:]

Good luck finding a way outside.

[Open windows and doors leading out onto the forest aren't impossible to find, but there isn't an overabundance of them. He cuts the video there.]

heavensmostadorable

[When he appears on screen, Samandriel appears almost uncertain. He hasn't made an actual post to the network since his arrival, which seems so long ago now, and he's unsure of what to say, exactly. Of course, it doesn't help much that the science center has him even less at ease than he'd been back in town. Not that it stops him from pressing onward.]

Ah... Hello, everyone. I hope you're all doing alright after the tunnel debacle. Or...as alright as one can be here, I suppose. [But that's not really what he's here to talk about. Unless someone is not-alright enough that they might need help. He purses his lips for a moment and takes a pause to glance away, still clearly uncomfortable.]

I was wondering if any of you required assistance. I know that's not particularly specific, but I'm, ah... I'm looking to help with almost anything, really. This place is... [Another pause.] ...I have to admit that I'm not comfortable or used to being so trapped inside a building. I'm not sure what to do with myself.

[That's more honest than he really wants to be about the whole thing, but he doesn't know how else to justify asking absolutely anyone and everyone if they need angelic help with anything.]

If there's anything you need, or would even simply like help with, let me know. I'm more capable than I appear.

[And with that, the most awkward angel video feed ever ends.]

$venatical: (:\ :| gonna go with nope)$

venatical

Well, welcome to the other side.

[ Dean's been laying low since this place decided to turn into an episode of This Is Your Life, featuring some of his least favorite angels of all time, but after their stint in the tunnel, it seems kind of dumb. They know he's here, even if they didn't talk, and Dean knows they're here, and what the hell ever.

He's got stuff to say, anyway. He spins around in his chair, revealing the wall of monitors behind him, some of them showing feed from the Cape. ]

Now we get to see what life's like over here. Ever wonder what those cameras were hooked up to? [ He grins tightly. ] Found it. Lots of seats up here too to make it nice and cozy.

[ Dean's pissed, and it's thinly veiled, but he breaks off from that to look away and then back again. ]

Has anyone seen Charlie? Redhead, big nerd, game for miles. Tell her to call me.

[ She probably just got lost in the shuffle, right? (He can't even fool himself that much.) ]

castdown

[ It takes only moments for the void of the Cage to give way to light, the bright bite of color and sensation. The very first thing the Devil does is to spread his wings, broad and invisible, free of the Cage's confines once again.

This time, though, there's no earthquakes to herald his arrival. And that's fine. He lost his interest in that failed apocalypse when he killed his little brother. And this place... is new. Odd. He knew every piece of his Father's Creation, but this? Wasn't part of it.

It takes a few hours before Lucifer's attention strays from exploring his surroundings, and eventually the feed opens up to a comfortably middle-aged man who is, in fact, the Devil. ]

If this is your doing, Michael... [ It's not. But he knows you're here, brother-- brothers. Don't think he doesn't. ]

quis_ut_deus

[Upon arrival, Michael's first act isn't to peruse the network or to seek to make contact with anyone. Instead he acts on instinct, outraged that anyone would try to prevent him from returning to his duties in Heaven, and tries to fly away - only to drop to the ground like a stone as he hits an intangible barrier that folds his wings back for him.

This trip off-course is going to take a little while, it seems.

It's on his way back from the forest, on foot, that he finally reaches for the device on his wrist and addresses the network. The walk has at least given him time to reign in his temper.]

Interesting creatures you have here in your forests - Cape Kore, was it? I haven't seen some of them in at least sixty million years. I didn't think human technology had progressed far enough to resurrect creatures that long-dead.

[In fact, he knows it hasn't, but that's far from the strangest thing going on here. More baffling and more aggravating still is how anyone could have pulled him from where he had intended to go to... this place. Rerouting an archangel is not an easy task.

Most wouldn't consider it a task worth the potential consequences, either. Michael is visibly annoyed.]

But what I find a great deal more impressive is whatever method you've devised to suppress Grace. It must have taken some very elaborate spellwork to create a barrier that not even I can pass through. I don't care for it.

Brothers, I expect to hear from you. I want to know exactly what's going on here.

[He's not yet far enough away from the town's limits and their inhibitory effects on his Grace to be able to discern exactly who is here, but he can tell that he's not the only angel in the area.]

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