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WHO: EVERYONE. All PCs thus far will be in this log, through active tagging or implication.
WHAT: THRILLS. SPILLS. Hiking trip toward the Diamond City.
WHERE: The Overworld.
WHEN: Forward-dated to May 1st (Tuesday) through May 7th (Monday).
WARNINGS: May contain violence or other mentions of physical harm. This is not summer camp.
NOTES: More information can be found on the OOC post here. Please read it!

Gathered in the morning haze, Sleepers were brought to the mouth of the Cave with plenty of supplies and equipment. Compasses that would point them toward the City. Backpacks full of clothes and food, medical kits, tents and even weapons. Stun rifles and knives — to fight off any unwanted company, they said. ("Watch out for their bite," Ryan had commented. "Those fuckers are downright feral.") The straight and narrow path would get them there in six days if they kept a good clip. They were sent off just like that. Refusals to leave were met with a wall of guard force officers blocking the entrance back into the cave city. No way to go but forward, unless someone was particularly stalwart about remaining.

From the exterminator's station near the mouth, leaving the Cave was as simple as a short hike upward into the fresh air of the Overworld. Dust and an uncomfortable sort of heat pervaded the atmosphere, light winds stirring up the sand and teasing the meager bits of vegetation that had grown. No matter what direction you looked... it was all wasteland, cracked ground and desolate emptiness. Jutting up from scarred ground were boulders and small spires made entirely of glass and patches of stone; instead of reflecting the harsh sunlight, they seemed to absorb it and only add to the muted loneliness of the atmosphere. As far as the eye could see, there was no life to be found.

With no other option, the Sleepers eventually made their way onward.

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The wedding cake, the one Gabriel had mentioned when they'd first met. The Doctor frowned. If he'd known the man more before their first encounter, that might have read as something off. As it was, he hadn't picked up on it being so unusual for Gabriel. How many of his encounters had had something wrong with them and he'd not noticed?

The Doctor paid attention to the wording of that statement. Most would say things like 'this can't happen to me', a surprised expression when something that always happened to someone else suddenly happened to you. But Gabriel spoke as though, even if it could happen to him, it wouldn't have worked. "Why is that, then?" he asked with a half-smile.

At first Gabriel didn't say anything. He hadn't really advertised what he was, except once when he was drunk to that British guy. And of course advertising it to his brothers didn't count.

He could say that he'd been a pagan god. He could keep that cover; only his brothers knew the difference. But pagan gods weren't actually all that powerful ... well, in comparison to angels, anyway. Still, the Doctor wouldn't know the difference. It wasn't like Gabriel had forgotten how to be the Trickster in a month.

"I taught you all your tricks."

Lies. Just more lies, on top of the ones the Caretaker was forcing on them, on top of the ones Gabriel had lived with for too long. He exhaled a long, weary sigh. "Because that kind of thing isn't possible to do to an archangel."

"An archangel?" the Doctor repeated, a hint of surprise in his voice. Perhaps a species who planted themselves in human society, relying on their beliefs to give themselves a suitable position of power. Or, perhaps he truly believed he was an archangel. Who was the Doctor to argue? What it meant was that either this man was delusional, or that he wasn't human, and that this sort of thing had never happened to him before, and in the Doctor's experiences, the latter was more likely.

As curious as he was about Gabriel's abilities, the fellow was clearly not in a state to start inquiring. "Let us hope these memories fade on our trip, hmm? We still have no idea what the city holds for us. Could be we'll be the first to arrive." Which would mean there wouldn't be any facilities in place for further memory manipulation.

Gabriel gave him a sidelong glance and an ironic smile. "You don't believe me." Of course he didn't. The Doctor was a scientist, and even though angels were actually eminently metaphysical they were considered to be the realm of religion and belief more than something real. He shrugged. "Can't say you're the first. Luckily it's not like my existence depends on it."

Not that it mattered right now anyway either, since his Grace was gone, his wings torn out, his powers vanished. He glanced toward the sky, unaware of the momentary longing that flashed across his face. He'd managed not to think too hard about his wings. "They'll fade," he said, his tone lackluster. "Like the other one. After a few days it settled in and I could see it."

"I believe it's possible for you to believe you are one," the Doctor explained. "And it's certainly possible for you to have abilities that would make that belief, well, believable. I've seen many strange things in my travels, my good man." He couldn't even begin to describe them all, and he was still young! There was so much more to see! Oh how he hoped to get his ship back...

"That's good! It still lingers, though, does it?" False memories that stuck around didn't seem very appealing to the Doctor. He couldn't imagine them being comfortable for anyone else, either.

That was a definite 'no', then, if the old man would prefer to believe it was a farce or a delusion instead of even considering the possibility of the truth. Gabriel shook his head, amused and wry and a bit weary. "You know, that kind of attitude is what I used to prank people for. Just call a spade a spade, already."

Usually he didn't much care whether people believed in him or not, but sometimes ... sometimes it was infuriating. It only reminded him of how much Dad hadn't done when he could have. "They stick around," he confirmed. "They're just not so ninja."

"What may appear to be a spade is not always a spade," the Doctor retorted. "I mean no disrespect, you understand. I've come across many things that were not as they appeared. If you truly believe yourself to be the archangel Gabriel, then I will concede the point." If only to prevent an argument over it. It was certainly possible, as out there as it was, and he liked the man too much to believe he'd lie about it, especially given the circumstances.

It did make him laugh, though. He'd never thought to find himself face-to-face with an archangel, least of all in a place like this.

Shaking his head, he patted Gabriel's arm. "If my understanding is correct, then, you found yourself here, with none of your abilities, able to be manipulated much like any other being..." A frown formed. "That certainly says something for the power these people hold..."

The borderline condescension was exasperating and amusing at once, but if only because the Doctor did the 'old man' shtick so well, Gabriel wasn't going to argue. Well, that and because he already felt too tired for it. And he didn't actually care that much at this point. Maybe later.

At that comment his lips twisted a bit with ironic humour. "There were extenuating circumstances. I'd just been killed by my own damned brother. First archangel to die, for the record, so it's entirely possible I got shoved through into another universe without the people here needing to do much at all except snatch me up in their fishing net."

Both brows shot up. "Killed?" the Doctor repeated, surprised. What even happened to... well, archangels after they died? If Gabriel had been the first, he supposed the man wouldn't know. If, somehow, they did wind up finding themselves in another universe... Of course, the idea of this being a parallel universe hadn't really come to the Doctor before, and now that it had been suggested, he did think it made some sense. Snatching people from other universes, bringing them here, and not just the living but the dead as well. That really did give the Doctor an idea of just how powerful whomever was responsible could be, and he didn't like it.

These thoughts he kept to himself, however. At least for the time being. But it was obvious the Doctor was doing some serious thinking by the solemn expression on his face, and after a moment, he shrugged it off and offered Gabriel a smile. "It certainly seems like we may have our work cut out for us, doesn't it? Figuring out what's happened, how we got here... And, of course, how to get home."

"Got my own blade through the chest," Gabriel said with a cheerfulness that didn't quite reach the level actually required to be called 'cheerful'. "It kinda sucks, so I really wouldn't recommend it."

Only thing that could kill an archangel--an archangel's blade. And now he thought about it, what he'd just been saying made a lot of sense. Archangels weren't exactly bound by time and space, or at least not to the extent of lesser beings. Though his mind shied away from the memory of the overwhelming pain of his Grace failing, if there was any part of an angel akin to a soul--and there was; Anael had had a soul as Anna, and Gabriel, Balthazar and Aziraphale certainly had to have souls now--it made a lot of sense if that part of him had been shunted away through a rip in universes.

Though that did, still, beg the question of how Balthazar and Aziraphale had gotten here, at least it did imply that nothing had happened to Gabriel himself but natural forces. The people here had just taken advantage of them, knowingly or unknowingly.

Gabriel's answering grin was sketchy and a bit twisted. "I'd like to see that, now. Especially as, thanks to some of my idiotic brothers, I'm not even sure 'home' still exists."

The Doctor put a hand to his chest. "Yes, I imagine that would be quite painful." After a brief pause, he canted his head curiously. "You remember it? Dying?" Time Lord memory of death tended to vary, and since the Doctor hadn't actually died yet... Not that that was an experience he looked forward to, or he would have regenerated long before.

The latter comment had him ever more curious. There were other archangels floating around, were there? And if Gabriel was the first to die, had they died after, or had they been brought here without dying?

But it was the part about 'home' that had him most curious. "How do you mean?"

Any trace of amusement fled Gabriel's face and his hand automatically came up in a mimicry of the Doctor's, touching the place where Lucifer had stabbed him. "Yeah," he said quietly, "I remember."

In truth, the betrayal had been as sharp as the pain of actually dying. Up until that moment some part of him, the part of him that had loved Lucifer, had wept for him, had refused to side against him for so long, still hadn't quite believed Lucifer would kill him.

The Doctor's voice dragged him forcibly out of the recollection, but the archangel's gaze was still distant as he looked at the other man. Then he seemed to shake himself and his expression closed down into an grim smile. "It was Armageddon. Coupla knuckleheads and one of my younger brothers managed to stop it with some help from yours truly, but apparently one of my other older brothers objected. There's an angelic civil war raging back home. Only know about it because of Balthazar over there."

He jerked his head in the direction of the group and the tall, greying angel sort-of visible. "He's from a time a ways after me. And it ain't going so well. There might not be anything left by the time we figure anything out."

The Doctor felt a hint of guilt for making Gabriel remember it so. Everyone had moments they didn't want to dwell on, didn't want to remember, and here he was, bringing up probably the worst moment of Gabriel's life - considering it had been the end of it. And it had been with his own blade, which had the Doctor curious as to what had happened, but perhaps he should ask about that another time. The two weren't exactly close.

His gaze followed towards the group, though it was difficult to pick out just who Gabriel was indicating. It wasn't all that important, at any rate. He'd keep the name in mind should he come across anyone by it, however. Turning his gaze back to Gabriel, the Doctor offered a weak smile. "Perhaps when you return, you'll return to your own time. That might be enough to change how things go." Who really knew with these things?

If that was possible, it would be a Hell of a thing. He could actually see the end. He could make sure Castiel didn't go stupid and go off the rails. He could make sure Raphael learned some measure of original thought. Gabriel looked into the distance and, for a just a moment, his mind was alight with the possibilities.

Then he shook his head and snorted. "Let's not talk pipedreams just yet, Doc. We've got to get to this Diamond City of theirs first."

"Hmm, yes, well. I supposed we should get working on that, shouldn't we?" The Doctor reached out to pat Gabriel on the arm, then tugged up his pack to dig through it, taking stock of the items it contained. With a glance around at all the sand, he pulled out the goggles, figuring they might come in handy, and then spotted the sun lotion with a smirk. "Looks like they've prepared us for a day at the beach," he commented wryly.

"Never did develop a taste for the beach," Gabriel said idly, rifling through his pack until he found his own bottle. He'd never 'developed' a taste for lingering by the water or, well, anywhere he might have to swim. But to keep the Doctor from asking why he added with a smirk, "It tends to make me turn into a lobster."

"A lob-, ah, yes, I see." At least he assumed he saw. A reference to turning red as one due to the sun, he imagined. "Best make sure that doesn't happen, then, hmm?" It was a good thing they'd been given the sunblock, in that case. "A shame they didn't give us hats," he said with a smirk.

The Doctor squeezed a dollop of the lotion onto his hand and applied it to his face and neck. He didn't fancy a sunburn on top of the heat and the long walk they had before them.

It was such a reference, but the uncertainty in the Doctor's reply made Gabriel laugh out loud. He'd intended it, but it was always nice to discombobulate a man of intelligence.

"That would have been too easy," he pointed out, giving the cream a look of disgust. "What I wouldn't give for a lady of ill-repute to slather this on for me," he muttered, squirting it into his palm, and then added idly, "Either her or me, I wouldn't care which."

The Doctor smirked. "Ah well, you'll just have to make do with your own hands, hmm?" he said, with the slightest hint of a grin. "At least until we reach the city. Who knows, it could be paradise." Doubtful. It was probably a mess of disarray. They'd see for themselves soon enough.

"Usually I wouldn't mind boasting about my own skilful hands, but in this case that strikes me as narcissistic," Gabriel said flippantly, suiting action to words with the cream. "And seeing as I met him that's saying something."

He shot the Doctor a sardonic look. "After a week of this? In comparison nearly anything would be paradise." And he oughta know what the various paradises looked like.

The Doctor took pause to take in their surroundings once more. It wasn't all that bad, was it? Similar to one place he'd been, only without the sea of acid. Of course, he had no idea what else the place had in store for them. "I suppose so long as it isn't more of this, hmm? Not terrible for a visit, but I certainly wouldn't want to live here."

He tucked the lotion back into his pack and shouldered the bag with a grunt, once again glad he wasn't stuck carrying a tent.

"If this isn't a precursor to Hell, I'd eat my wings," Gabriel muttered, and then smirked. "Then again, if this city has hotsprings, I could definitely deal with the heat."

The archangel rubbed his hands to get rid of the oily feeling, finding a random pocket and leaving the cream in there before stretching with a sigh. "Y'know, there's a whole buncha stuff about treks through the desert in Dad's Book," he said idly. "It always looked kinda entertaining when you could watch from overhead."

He just never expected to get a front-row view. Somehow he didn't think it would be nearly as entertaining from this perspective.

"Not something you ever expected to wind up doing yourself?" the Doctor inquired, sounding earnestly curious about the answer. "So long as the heat is all we have to worry about, I can't imagine it'll be very entertaining." And he was hoping that would be all they had to worry about.

"To put it lightly," Gabriel agreed. "Back then inhabiting actual physical bodies was kind of a new concept. Relatively speaking. And the whole 'heat and physical exhaustion' thing just never happens when your presence alone heals the body you're in."

He paused, heaved his pack up onto his shoulders, and then glanced at the Doctor with an ironic smile. "And that's why I didn't know when the Hell to stop eating cake before I got sick. Hard to tell limits when they never used to be an issue."

"Ah, so you're experiencing a whole new set of things." Now that was most fascinating. And yet, the Doctor did manage to avoid trying to interogate Gabriel on it, as curious as he was, and focus more on the trek before them. "Did you have enough time to adjust, do you think? I imagine this sort of venture wouldn't be a good way to discover your limits in other areas."

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