тℌε тґḯḉкṧтℯя | lǝıɹqɐƃ (
lowkeyangel) wrote in
entrancelogs2013-05-31 05:36 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Physics is just a seven-letter word...
Who: Loki Gabriel, and you.
Where: Anywhere.
When: 31st - 2nd
Rating: A little language. Rated S for Silly?
Summary: Gabriel decides to test out the logistics of cartoon physics, with... mixed results. We can plot here, or feel free to just jump in. He's only likely to 'kill' douchebags.
The Story:
Being a trickster for so long had meant that, on the whole, there wasn't a whole lot that Gabriel experimented with, anymore. When the next big things came out, he pranked with them and then moved on (unless, of course, they were excessively hilarious). This was just the way of the big human creative machine. But, of course, when you can make physics your bitch, experiments get a whole lot more interesting than test tubes and lab coats. Gabriel was itchy to do something. He had a feeling that it was set on by the damn house, but it didn't matter. He was bored anyway.
And so, armed with a list of silly cartoon things he wanted to try out in real life, he set off to stalk various parts of the mansion and the grounds, and see what he could see.
Where: Anywhere.
When: 31st - 2nd
Rating: A little language. Rated S for Silly?
Summary: Gabriel decides to test out the logistics of cartoon physics, with... mixed results. We can plot here, or feel free to just jump in. He's only likely to 'kill' douchebags.
The Story:
Being a trickster for so long had meant that, on the whole, there wasn't a whole lot that Gabriel experimented with, anymore. When the next big things came out, he pranked with them and then moved on (unless, of course, they were excessively hilarious). This was just the way of the big human creative machine. But, of course, when you can make physics your bitch, experiments get a whole lot more interesting than test tubes and lab coats. Gabriel was itchy to do something. He had a feeling that it was set on by the damn house, but it didn't matter. He was bored anyway.
And so, armed with a list of silly cartoon things he wanted to try out in real life, he set off to stalk various parts of the mansion and the grounds, and see what he could see.
nuh uh *D E S S E R T
It's a good thing he doesn't have to worry too much about the physics of cramming this thing in, but then, each section is up for grabs if Kevin's hungry.
"But nah, it wasn't even easy for me. Went to be a pagan for a while. Got pretty good at it, too. More famous than I wanted, but what can you do?"
life wouldn't be so bad if he could learn the word at an ice cream shop
Kevin's not inclined to be appreciative about anything that's happened since becoming a prophet, but the more angels he meets (who live longer than a few minutes), the more okay he thinks he is with them. It's not their fault he's a prophet, right? And he likes Gabriel. Anyone who tries to get away kind of gets a free pass from him.
And he comes with a boatload of sandwiches and champagne, which is making Kevin a little dizzy and a little warmer and a little happier with everything. It's even dampened the impulse to figure out whether or not he'll drown if he tries to escape via the ocean.