24 - Gabriel - Video

[hung_garian]

[Gabriel looks a little uncomfortable when he pops up on screen. The pain's not even that bad, but to anyone who knows him, it shouldn't be a surprise to discover that he's still a huge baby about the mildest discomfort.]

I'm sure we're gonna be inundated with complaints about this before long if it is an experiment, buuuuut... all you people with

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[doctorsoldier]

[See John stare. Mostly out of abject confusion on the 'wings' and then the 'magical flying ponies' parts of that.]

I'm not...a veterinarian or anything, but I do know muscle spasms. I've been having them too, right over my shoulder blades.

[hung_garian]

[Have some momentary confusion, as Gabriel realises (apparently for the first time) that yeah, the chances of the experiment only affecting those with wings? Not likely.]

And you're a normal human, physically at least. Huh. I'm not gonna lie to you, Johnny, that doesn't sound promising. Unless you just put your back out - you been doing any heavy lifting? Hauling sacks of scones around like a very English Santa Claus'll do that.

[doctorsoldier]

[He's trying to be serious, not half grin at the idea of Santa hauling around sacks of scones for all the good little tea drinking boys and girls of England.]

So this is what that document meant by experiments? They've given everyone shoulder pain?

[hung_garian]

Oh, it'll get worse.

[Said with the absolute certainty of a defeatist, a pessimist and, judging by the oddly chipper tone in which he says it, a masochist.]

[doctorsoldier]

[Or, someone that likes to tease. Way too much.]

What's the point of giving everyone back aches? To see how we'd do as geriatric patients?

[hung_garian]

[Yes, or that. One has to wonder which.]

I can see no other possible purpose, Doctor.

[doctorsoldier]

That's...insane. Well no, right, I understand that holding people captive to experiment on them is mental already but you'd think they'd at least follow standard scientific practice....and you're making fun of me again. Right.

[hung_garian]

Making fun of you? Me? Again? No. Surely not!

[doctorsoldier]

You're a bloody git, Gabriel.

[And said with a grin. Evidently Doctor Watson rather fancies people that belittle him. That totally explains Sherlock actually...]

So if it's meant to be worse, how do you mean? And what's this about wings?

[hung_garian]

I don't know. My brother thinks it's gonna be worse to the tune of large objects bursting out of your back, but he's kinda morbid, so you might not wanna believe that. Either way, I don't see it staying the same or getting better. That's not the sort of thing that happens here.

And as for wings, well, you'd probably be surprised how many people have 'em.

[doctorsoldier]

[After a myriad of lovely facial expressions, John sighs and licks his lips.]

Do you mind if I examine you? I'd like a head's up on what's happening and examining myself is impossible.

[hung_garian]

[He shrugs, wincing almost immediately - he hadn't really thought that one through.]

Go for it. Uh, in case you hadn't cottoned on, though? You human, me not. Chances the same thing's happening are pretty high, but I wouldn't count on it.

[There's a pause, and then he remembers that John doesn't remember, so:]

27D, if you wanna poke around my shoulders anyway.

[doctorsoldier]

Sam pain, same basic physiology.

[And he doesn't believe you about not being human. So, ten minutes later comes a knock on the door and John and his doctor bag, put together for him by Sherlock during the week with Kenzi's help as his other bag had been taken when he got his reset, arrive.]

[hung_garian]

[The door swings open. Gabriel's normally willing to conform to human standards like opening the door manually, but he's in pain and grumpy and he can't be bothered, so telekinesis it is. He does stand, though. That's something, at least.]

Wassup, doc?

[doctorsoldier]

Oh, not much, Bugs.

Take off your shirt for me?

[He sets down his bag and rubs his hands together to be sure they're warm.]

[hung_garian]

The usual, then? For you, doctor, any time.

[Just wait until he feels the time's right to bring out the 'tied to the bed' anecdote (sans context, naturally). He shrugs off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt without complaint, though, and steps closer. The scars from the last time they'd been in a similar situation are still there, though they're so faint as to be almost invisible - perks of angelic healing powers.]