Gabriel arrives dressed in a tux that's a little old fashioned, but he feels comfortable in it. :The dreams aren't unknown to dump dangerous situations into pleasant environments, but it's hard for Gabriel to imagine anything deadly creeping out from behind the mood lighting.:
Gabriel looks up suddenly, then around him. The voice was probably female, soft-spoken and clear, but nonetheless odd to hear aloud.
"Yeah, Stranger than Fiction was a pretty good movie, but it wasn't that good." He waits a moment for the voice to reply or say something else, but it doesn't.
He walks up the the dining table and reaches out a hand to turn a silver fork over in his hand at the same time that he reaches out with his mind. :These dreams have become something of a magical space to him since he saw Seth here. Now, he can't help but reach out for the TARDIS in hope of seeing her again.:
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Gabriel looks up suddenly, then around him. The voice was probably female, soft-spoken and clear, but nonetheless odd to hear aloud.
"Yeah, Stranger than Fiction was a pretty good movie, but it wasn't that good." He waits a moment for the voice to reply or say something else, but it doesn't.
He walks up the the dining table and reaches out a hand to turn a silver fork over in his hand at the same time that he reaches out with his mind. :These dreams have become something of a magical space to him since he saw Seth here. Now, he can't help but reach out for the TARDIS in hope of seeing her again.:
He frowns and sets the fork back down.