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Gabriel ([personal profile] trickntreats) wrote in [community profile] caveofsapphires2012-04-10 06:45 pm

suddenly my eyes are open [open]

WHO: Gabriel (Sylvester Wilton) and [OPEN]
WHAT: Gabriel got taken in for a memory-modification. Now he's a little bit weirded out.
WHERE: Sleeping quarters, Bakery, Bar, Temple, streets in-between.
WHEN: Tuesday 10 to Saturday 21 April 2012.

This was one Hell of an elaborate prank. Except that Gabriel was starting to doubt that it was a prank, exactly. Dad wouldn't have thrown him into a place where the inhabitants drilled into his skull. Or experimented on him. Or ... did something Gabriel wasn't quite aware of but which must have happened, because going off to the clinic and then waking up in his quarters without knowing the in-between kind of indicated something happened in the in-between. All at once he remembered the 'dancing alien' prank he'd pulled and wondered if this was in any way similar. Maybe Lucifer had done it, except that Gabriel was fairly sure even Lucifer had no idea where archangels went after they died or how to capture them before they went there.

Maybe this was some kind of archangel's afterlife. If so, Gabriel's only hope was that Luci's turned out worse in the end.

With a groan Gabriel rubbed his temples, trying to wish away the ... it wasn't a throb, exactly. More like a hollow ache. He'd tried to snap it away, naturally, but that had only made the headache worse, so he'd stopped.

"Note to self," he told his reflection in the mirror. "This ain't a game anymore, and pushing the line results in ... in ... something. Just because you've already died apparently doesn't mean it can't happen again. I mean, look at the Winchesters."

With that pep-talk, he staggered to his feet and out the door.

The next five days were, in a word, weird. He still had no idea how to bake, but when he walked into the bakery on Tuesday he found himself automatically pulling out the ingredients for icing and had finished making a multi-tier wedding cake before he realised what he was doing. (Of course, then he had get rid of the excess icing. The cake wasn't actually saleable either, but Gabriel figured he deserved a reward for actually doing some baking and not having it completely burn.)

Tuesday night and Wednesday morning he discovered that powerless archangels in human bodies could, indeed, get sick from eating too much sugar. He made it to work--for a little while--he just didn't get much work done. (Instead he spent most of it looking green and slumped on a chair near the cash-register, with neither the appetite for sweets nor the energy to bake.)

On Thursday after work he went to the bar. If he could get sick, maybe he could get drunk too, and then he could get rid of this niggling uneasiness (fear) that Something Was Wrong. He succeeded in getting drunk quite well, and for a happily oblivious night completely forgot what the hell he was meant to be uneasy about, if anything.

He just didn't make it to work on Friday and spent the day in bed, groaning over the hangover, yelling at anyone who made too much noise and then going back to bed to groan some more.

On Saturday he found the Temple, a tiny little hole in the wall whose only two seats were cut into stone and whose altar sported a couple of thick candles. There was another worshipper, but he left when Gabriel told him to skedaddle, and then the archangel had a very unproductive one-sided conversation with the candles. Anyone passing by might have heard the final rather frustrated and faintly echoing refrain of, "Dad, if you can hear me, get me out of here!"

By Sunday morning something had settled in his mind and he finally became aware that he, in fact, had an extra memory that had been hiding by pretending it belonged there. A memory of baking a multi-tier wedding cake, colour-coordinated with the wedding party, with the mother-in-law hovering over his shoulder. The realisation it was there made him shiver.

He imagined it lurking and giggling, and named it Marie.
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-04-25 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
That earned him a soft chuckle. People did love their entertainment, and that was certainly not something speific to humans. "I suppose, in a manner of speaking. Not so much glitter and glamour as Los Angeles, though I'm sure they have their entertainment." The Doctor tilted his head towards his companion with a grin. "Messing about in the kitchen not amusement enough for you? There's always the bar. Ah, fairly quiet place, however. Perhaps not as entertaining as you'd like."
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-04-27 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Well, now he had at least some idea of what this man thought was entertaining. Definitely a mischief maker, the Doctor figured. "Oh, I'm sure there'll be better out in the city, hmm?" He chuckled. There had to be something, though whether or not it'd be open with the smaller population, he couldn't say. "You may have to go searching for it, but I'm sure it's out there somewhere."
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oops I flaked and lost this amongst the spam :( sorry

[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-04-29 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hide and seek?" the Doctor repeated, sounding vaguely incredulous. He hadn't had much time for silly child's games in so very long, and to picture this man playing them... Well, no, it was easy to picture, and made him chuckle and give his head a gentle shake. "Then I imagine the entertainment you seek won't be able to hide long, will it? Do try not to get into too much trouble." Likely advice that would go unheeded, but it was worth saying.
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-01 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, most of my experiences with the 'game' were on the hiding side of things, and not for enjoyment." After a paused, the Doctor added, "From my dream, you see. A lot of running and hiding was involved." A part of him couldn't wait to leave this place, if only so he wouldn't have to worry about how he spoke of his past. "I suppose that's the nature of dreams," he mused. "They can't always be pleasant, can they?"

The rest made him simply shake his head with a chuckle, clearly amused.
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-01 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor smirked. "Yes, of course." He opted not to continue down that thread of conversation, not wanting to push the limits too far. Perhaps another time. Always another time. He frowned, and shook his head.

"Well," he uttered, glancing around. They'd arrived at the living quarters, and the Doctor smiled pleasantly to Gabriel. "I suppose I could offer you a cup of tea. It's fairly easy on the stomach. Unless, of course, you've better things to do than amuse an old man for the evening."
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-04 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
He gave a chuckle. "I'm not sure what sort of entertainment an old man such as myself could provide, but tea is a start, hmm?"

The Doctor started down the hall towards his room, pausing to glance at Gabriel with a mischievous grin, as much as an old face could do such a thing. "You didn't, did you?" It wasn't like he'd actually asked for a name. "It's just down the hall here," came the answer to the actual question asked, and he continued down the hall a few doors before pausing and pulling that keycard up. Simple devices, these, but effective, given that the Sleepers had little access to tools to bipass them.

Spending so little time in his room meant it was pretty much clean, aside from one desk being cluttered with his research: ebooks, a reader, an assortment of notes, and buried beneath it all, the so-called 'proof' of his identity. And of course the rations he had stored away in the little kitchenette. "Do come in," he said, with an inviting wave of his hand, and went to tuck that cake away for later.
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-04 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor set about the motions of preparing tea, filling a kettle to let the water heat. "Hmm?" He glanced over at Gabriel, momentarily confused, then gave a smirk and shook his head. "Ah, yes, well. It suits its purpose, hmm? Hopefully the city will have much better accomodations." Not that he planned on becoming a permanent resident of the city, but small living quarters such that weren't intended to be stayed in for any length of time tended to be dull.

"Call me Doctor," he offered finally.
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-05 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
He scowled towards Gabriel. Really should have expected that. "Not 'Doc.' Doctor. It's really not that difficult." He had a pretty good notion that the man wouldn't listen. Turning back to fetch cups, he asked, "What were you called before?"

The notes were, for the most part, scientific in nature, relating the levels of advancement of this society, with some of his own making corrections to theories or formulas. There was some mention of the planet's history, but nothing regarding the Disaster outside of the possible timeline for its occurance.
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-05 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Tea was poured into the cups with a bit of milk, and the Doctor carried them over to offer one to Gabriel.. With a smirk and a quirked brow, he gave the man a scrutinizing look. "How about what you'd prefer to be called?" he asked. It was a start, though he'd likely wind up sticking with Sylvester in the cave, if there did come a time when he had to use the man's name.
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-06 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor offered a smile, and extended a hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Gabriel." It was polite, at least - how glad he was to have made the man's acquaintance remained to be seen, but he certainly didn't dislike the man. Even if he had been going through the Doctor's notes.

"What sort of mischief do you get up to here when not trying to pass as a baker?" he asked. There weren't exactly a lot of options. "You're not much of a reader," he said with a smirk, casting a glance towards his notes. "It lacks the sort of entertainment you desire. Surely there must be something you do to while away the hours."
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-12 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The pun had the Doctor's brows quirking with mild amusement, the old man giving a soft chuckle. "It certainly seems you have quite a few talents, hmm?" So far none of them technical, but hey, entertainment was useful, too. And, of course, if Gabriel ever managed to figure out his baking skills, the Doctor would be glad for some tasty treats. "I consider myself something of a jack of trades, dabbling here and there. Not so much in areas for entertainment, but, well, we can't all be comedians, now can we?"
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-13 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Multi-talented people were very useful, and if he had many more that the Doctor didn't know of, well. Not that the Doctor only cared about usefulness, but it did open up options when one needed certain... talents. He just had to figure out what Gabriel's other talents were, at some point.

"Oh, you know. This and that. Mathematics, botany, zoology, archaeology, a bit of anthropology..." What could he say? He studied things. A lot. And while that was certainly not the extent of his dabbling, it was what he thought of given his research into this planet. "And I do brew a fine cup of tea, if I do say so myself," he added, a hint of a grin on his face before he took a sip from his cup.

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