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

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.) ]

kore_npc

I've been asked to announce a formalized system of keeping track of who's here and who isn't, and also to introduce the idea of a buddy system. There's a list in the city hall, which will serve as the main registry.

Ideally, everyone will make themselves accountable to a few other people. Groups of three or four ought to be enough. Every day, each member of the group should check in with the others. Should anyone be missing, the others in the group ought to update the registry accordingly.

Currently, the project is headed up by Jo Harvelle and Balthazar; I'm simply the messenger.

[ He smiles, but it's thin, and it becomes apparent that something's been weighing him down all this time. He ducks his head for a moment, and then picks it up again. ]

Speaking of those who are now missing, when he was here, Charles Xavier helped me with a small... problem I have. Had.

[ He trails off, a haunted look in his eyes, and he tries again. ]

It seems our scientist overseers saw it fit to... erase my memory. I've been here much longer than most of the others here, save for a few. We were all holdovers from the previous group of residents, a group that, I'm sorry to say, was much more unfortunate than us.

They... found a way to escape. They thought they had planned in private, but when they went to execute their plan, the scientists... caught them. [ It's clear that's a much softer description for what happened than he really ought to use. ]

The few of us they didn't... restrain, they wiped our memories of the events and returned us here, just as the machine bringing and holding us here repopulated the town.

I've been debating sharing this news with you, as I'm not sure if it will endanger us all, but I don't think I can bear the weight of it anymore.

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.]

sticktothescript

[There are plenty of others that have already introduced themselves. Maybe it is just the idea of being fashionably late that prompts a certain angel to make his presence known. He makes it his business to get to know as many as he can without actually appearing. Admittedly he is just the tiniest bit upset over ending up here after what he just went through. Okay. Not a strong enough word, but he could go on and on about a certain annoying little worm that he would just love to crush with his bare hands.

And then that earthquake hit. That wasn't any of his concern. A little wrath here and there is good for everybody. He doubts many would agree with him. Not his concern. He doesn't even mind the digs he got here. At least somebody is being hospitable...even if it is about as pathetic and dingy as he can imagine. Not like he needs the place, but still. He finally switches on the device on his wrist and sighs heavily. He wears the usual annoyed expression.]

You know...the Dark Ages were fun and all, but a guy can only get so much entertainment out of this thing.

[Besides the earthquake. That was something. It could have done with more maiming. The idea of befriending anybody here besides the ones that he could probably tolerate is a bit nauseating. He'll pull through though. He always does. He will do what he has to.]

Observing on my own has already been a thing. Somebody want to fill me on? I feel like I can really get to know a place with a story or two. Don't be afraid to embellish. Oh, and I'm assuming there is no way out as much as I'd like to play the helpless idiot. As a few of you may know, that's not really my M.O.

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