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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.
whowillsaveyou: (And bleed)

[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-20 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I doubt they'd take a note from me as proof enough that you needed to miss a shift," the Doctor answered. "Ah, but working isn't entirely required, is it?" He looked back at Gabriel. "Simply to earn credit towards purchases, wasn't it? I suppose if you don't intend to go on any spending sprees, you should be fine skipping an evening." Or afternoon. Or whatever time of day it was.
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-20 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Doctor," he quickly corrected. He had the feeling that this was to become a regular occurance. Ah, well, at least the man didn't grate on him besides that. "If you should happen to find yourself with an extra pot of honey, I don't suppose you could send some my way?" Hey, it was worth a shot. He'd just get it himself if he needed to.
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-24 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Cheeky bugger. The Docter smirked and shrugged it off, since it clearly wasn't going to get anywhere.

He smiled, looking at Gabriel. "Oh, now, I'll be teaching you math, won't I? Is that not worthwhile enough?"
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-05-24 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I assure you I am most capable at mentoring." He isn't. "But I suppose we shall see, hmm?"
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[personal profile] whowillsaveyou 2012-06-01 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Giving Gabriel a broad grin, the Doctor clapped his hands together. "Of course, of course." He did look forward to seeing what sort of goodies Gabriel managed to concoct, if they were edible. "Do take care of yourself, hmm?" It sounded more polite than sincere, but he did mean it.