[Gabriel watches the fire from the opposite side of the road, arms crossed. People are rushing to help--he should too, but this whole setup is altogether too strange. The Milkman. Hadn't the milk been poisoned at one time, before he came here? And now, fire. It worries him, and he is torn ( Read more... )

( cut for a bit of not-as-much-action but certainly could turn out to be )

( cut for brief narrative, in which Our Hero discovers The Halloween Flyer )

[The package came in the post a few days after the language buggery. It was a pair of white scrub pants, and for a moment he wondered what in hell they were for.

[And then... ah. It must have been what he was wearing before he arrived in Mayfield. The brief meeting with Knight, the crazy bastard who had pulled him from the Locker, came back ( Read more... )

( obligatory narrative/action bits )

( cut for a bit of narrative/action )

[Everything is fire ( Read more... )

[Gabriel is sitting on his front porch. He has a glass of ice water in one hand, and his shirt in the other. His chest, arms and hands are covered in various sorts of old scars, electrical and fire burns, surgical, old wounds. He's also sweating ( Read more... )

( you can has narrative )

[Gabriel simply gapes at the television. And would like some wine. Right now.]

That was enlightening.

[And that was sarcasm.]