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[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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a c t i o n;

[athermercy]

[She had seen his dream, along with the rest. Elaine Belloc did not dream but she knew things and there was a limit to the knowledge she could willingly ignore. The visions were too predominant and strong enough to earn her monitoring scrutiny. There were many things that kept her from talking to Chuck after she saw his nightmare. She had business with Destiny and Dream of the Endless to seal her choices. She had also known that he was probably busy -- She wasn’t the only dream-walker who stumbled upon his Cathedral of holy rust.

She visited him a day after the nightmare, walking towards the Purgatory with the hands in her pockets, hoping to catch him during one of his break. All right, she cheated -- She knew exactly when that was what for sure.]

Hey.

a c t i o n;

[paterelohim]

[He was just coming off break, wiping his hands and landing his chair, wheeling out from behind the bar. It was nice, incredibly nice, to be busy and active out of the house, to see people and have something to do and think about other than his own life and the girl who helped build that place.

When he saw Elaine, he froze for a second, expression tightening. It wasn't that he didn't like seeing her, but he thought he knew why she was here and frankly, he had had just about all of the sharing-and-caring time he could take.]

Hi.

a c t i o n;

[athermercy]

[She stopped on her tracks when he froze. She hadn't meant to startle him or ruin his mood. She waved at him, awkwardly before renewing her approach. He didn't seem in a talkative mood, which was fine, she would not press him to talk to her about it.]

I would ask how are you, but --

[She trailed off, glancing at him apologetically.]

I can guess. Um, so how long do the breaks last? I was going to invite you to the watch a film or something like that.

a c t i o n;

[paterelohim]

I have forty five minutes. I get another break and a fifteen minute tonight.

[Ignoring the rest of it. This is healthy.]

You came all the way out here just to see me? [He quirks a thumb at the stage.] There's more exciting stuff here.

[Accidental prayer] tl;dr

[servingfather]

[Michael hasn't used this method to talk to his Father ever. When God disappeared he just kept doing his duty like he was supposed to and when Joshua started conversing with Him Michael attempted to talk to Him through the angel but received nothing in return. He's heard lots of prayers over the years to an absent Father but never did it himself. Doing so had seemed like an admission that he couldn't do the job, that he questioned their Father's will and actions and back then he hadn't. Here though things have changed and he's not exactly praying with ease like a devoted follower would. It's more like the doubting son he never was.]

I know You can't hear me while I'm here but maybe that's why I'm doing it. [Michael doesn't want his Father to know what he's thinking.] You left us with a Plan - left me with a Plan. I understand why You did it, the humans are destructive and cause nothing but suffering for themselves. It's hard watching those you love in so much pain and you want to make it all go away, to give them peace and

kljsdfgdh offline and text and stuff ;a;

[paterelohim]

[Chuck hears it in his head, clear as a church bell. Clear like most prayers aren't, less they come from the mouths of angels. Of all the angels, He honestly never thought he'd hear something like this from Michael.

It's the first time in a very long time that He's felt proud of him.

What to do, though? Letting the prayer go is always an option. Ignoring it and letting it rot in his memory, leaving the archangel to his confusions and his proto-doubt. It's not like anything he says here will make a damn bit of difference to anything back home.

There's a point, though. He can indulge now, like he's been indulging this whole time. There's Cas and his doubts, Gabriel, Lucifer. For fuck's sake, he's let himself get caught up with Lucifer. What could it hurt to throw the other one a bone, too? Chuck reminds himself, not for the first (second, third, twelfth) time that a little human kindness to Michael won't hurt anything.

So he sends a text.]

Had a dream. It was kind of weird, but not really a vision. Is everything okay?

[That

ditto

[servingfather]

[Okay, he hadn't expected a response of any kind for his unheard prayer so even though it's forty minutes later it shocks the hell out of the archangel. If anyone was going to hear this prayer then it would be Lucifer or Gabriel as they were once so close to God. So he doesn't even look at the message for a good hour almost afraid of who it was going to be. Surely God couldn't hear him in another world - could he? It was one of the more terrifying questions he kept asking himself.

But then again God hadn't responded to him in a long time so it was very doubtful that it was Him. So finally he looks at it.

The prophet. Great, just what he needed.]

what was your dream about?

[Don't mind the fact that he's ignoring the question.]

[paterelohim]

You. "Everything" means "you."

[Action]

[abrotherlikeyou]

[Yeah, it's a little bit stalkerish, but Lucifer is waiting for Chuck this fine morning. He knows when the prophet goes for coffee, and he steps out from nowhere once those wards on HoA are no longer an issue.]

Chuck.

[Action] Thanksgiving day~

[paterelohim]

[Sonofa.]

Lucifer.

[All he wants is to get some midday coffee and pretend the lack of real Thanksgiving doesn't bug him. Is that so hard?]

[Action forever!]

[abrotherlikeyou]

You're looking better.

Let's take a walk.

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[paterelohim]

[Much better. He's barely leaning on his cane; it almost looks there for decoration.]

Uh... is the kind of walk with windowless rape vans?

11/29 mid-afternoon

[makes_asteroids]

[There's a faint mechanical whine and a soft thump about six inches from the base of the door. When Chuck opens it, there will be a small square roomba style robot modified to transverse stairs outside his door. On the top is a sealed legal sized manilla envelop with a red ripcord, with a note inside, and a Thermos of his 'Barbie Dream House' coffee. The note is addressed to Chuck on the outside, in elegant Hebrew, in a beautiful blue ink

[paterelohim]

[He drags his ass in around two, after Elaine and Michael made him go home to get some sleep. He barely slept the night before, dozing off for maybe two hours total but mostly drinking beer and playing tic-tac-toe with Michael, who apparently had nothing better to do. Chuck hauls himself into bed and rolls out at around five, unable to sleep for too long at a time.

When he hears the thump and answers the door, he picks up the coffee first, then note, and takes a sip. Oh, it's good. It even has maple sugar in it. Then he starts reading, and actually stops in the hall outside his apartment to finish it.

Once finished with the note, Chuck looks at his apartment door and thinks better of it, making for the elevator instead. It's still in his hand when he knocks on Erik's door.]

[makes_asteroids]

[It takes him a few minutes to untangle himself from the wires on his desk and pad out to the front door. His hair is curled from being mused by his hands, his left eye still unnaturally blue due to the subconjunctival hemorrhage.]

Evening Chuck.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck blinks at his appearance, but holds up the paper with a Look.]

Dude. I don't trash friendships because of one bitch fight.

Voicemail;

[painhumbles]

Let it be known that I'm not the kinda guy who talks serious business with a grown man playing with kittens. So put the cat down for a second.

reaction;

[paterelohim]

[In the middle of one of the conversations in Chuck and Magneto's accidental post, Chuck's NV beeps, and he pauses a moment to check- then goes right back to his business as soon as he sees who it's from. Ignoring you.]

Voicemail;

[checkoutpandora]

I won't be ignored, Dan.

[And then with the amount of speed that only an angel can manage...]

Voicemail;

[checkoutpandora]

Pick up your phoooone.