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[a_fell]

Stripes of wan sunlight paint the floor of the Prior's study and the antiquated heating system lets out the occasional clank and groan that interrupts the soft music that's playing; Bach, even after so long. He's not so set in his ways as he once was, certainly, but some traditions are worth maintaining

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[gabriel_tam]

It's early morning on Osiris, and Gabriel is beginning the day in his home office. With coffee at hand, he reviews the latest data reports, making note of this or that item in need of response as he reads.

The subdued chime signaling an incoming wave draws his attention, and he turns his chair to face the Cortex screen-- newly upgraded with advanced comm encryption, set to the highest available legal standard. It's expensive technology, but worth it, particularly now.

He touches 'accept', answering the screen with a cordial smile.

"Gabriel Tam."

[a_fell]

A second before Aziraphael looks up, seeming almost startled; he's still not quite used to the concept of technology doing what it is he wants. This is more, one could surmise, to do with the character of the angel than the technology that's available, since it's not as though he hasn't had the time to practice.

"Ni hao, Mr Tam. It's been a while."

[gabriel_tam]

"Prior Fell." Gabriel's smile warms, and his tone is one of pleased surprise. "Ni hao. I trust you're well?"

[a_fell]

"I'm rather known for it. I think the Shepherds resent me, rather, since there's something of an epidemic at present and I've caught not so much as a sniffle. The same can be said for you and your charming wife, I hope?"

His smile is more than merely polite; he rather likes Gabriel.