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RP: Is this Heaven?
There is a reception area, and at first glance, it looks to be like most reception areas: there is a front desk, a hallway that leads away, boasting a row of doors appearing to go on forever; there are two other doors immediately visible, one bearing the words Conference Room and the other Committee Chair, both etched in fine glass. All of the décor is elegant, if cold: everything is done up in blues and whites, and the chairs and couches provided look like they were chosen more for their appearance over their actual functionality.
If not for the sense of other in the room, it might seem like an ordinary office building.
It isn’t.
Welcome to heaven! Feel free to explore. A very freaked out Gabriel will probably greet you at some point.
If not for the sense of other in the room, it might seem like an ordinary office building.
It isn’t.
Welcome to heaven! Feel free to explore. A very freaked out Gabriel will probably greet you at some point.
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This is imprecise, technically; it's not the sort of aching, pressurized pain that most humans associate with headaches. It's more like an overwhelming sense of other, of more, the weight of impending events he cannot control consuming him from the inside out.
He steps out of his office, surveying the reception area. Something is deeply wrong. He can feel it.
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Well, if Summer was honest with herself, it had passed ridiculous three kidnappings ago and now had probably passed stupid, but it had never brought her son with her before--but then she'd never been holding him before. She rocked Thomas in her arms and prayed he stayed asleep.
Someone, a man with dark hair, stepped out of his office, and she went to meet him, to find out exactly where in God's name the portal had brought her this time. "Excuse me?"
((Thomas is six months old and a rather large baby.))
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"Hello," he says stiffly, wishing he knew why this was happening to him.
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And if that last came out a little bit annoyed, well, she couldn't really do anything about it.
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"Heaven," he tells her. "Don't be alarmed. It's only temporary."
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She really did not want to have to explain 'the time you went to heaven' to her son, on the off chance that he would remember it.
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Mist had somewhat hidden hirself behind a convenient couch; this fellow was the first thing sie'd seen that didn't smell either human or terrifying, and there were only so many chances sie could fail to take.
And so Gabriel has what looks like a fox trying to get his attention.