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Let's Do the Time Warp (Again)
It's that time again, but time seems to be a bit muddled. As usual, people from all over the multiverse are being drawn into the Dreaming by the rift. This time, in addition to (or sometimes instead of) picking up the residents of Manhattan, they take them from their home universe but from a different point in time. You may find yourself suddenly encountering a future version of yourself, or perhaps you bump into a friend taken from long before you met them.
Tonight's setting is also time-twisted. You're still in Manhattan, but it seems to be closer to the 1930s. Specifically, you're in an old hotel. There's the dimly lit lobby, with chairs and tables for relaxed mingling. The bar, where tables are front of a stage, on which a band is playing various hits of the 30s. There's also an outdoor area if you need fresh air. Or you could explore the hotel, but it's mostly corridors, unless you stumble upon an unlocked room.

[Mod note: Usual dream-party rules apply. Both members and non-members are welcome to use any character, be they already in the game or no.
For game-specific characters, you can choose whether or not they will remember their time in Manhattan if they're taken from the future. You can take your character from multiple different points in time, if you want.]
Tonight's setting is also time-twisted. You're still in Manhattan, but it seems to be closer to the 1930s. Specifically, you're in an old hotel. There's the dimly lit lobby, with chairs and tables for relaxed mingling. The bar, where tables are front of a stage, on which a band is playing various hits of the 30s. There's also an outdoor area if you need fresh air. Or you could explore the hotel, but it's mostly corridors, unless you stumble upon an unlocked room.

[Mod note: Usual dream-party rules apply. Both members and non-members are welcome to use any character, be they already in the game or no.
For game-specific characters, you can choose whether or not they will remember their time in Manhattan if they're taken from the future. You can take your character from multiple different points in time, if you want.]
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He's curious, though, so he's not leaving quite yet.
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"You know me?"
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Which means... "I think I might be from your future."
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He smiles, and it's small, genuine. "Or is it just the future that's uncertain?"
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"The future isn't particularly uncertain to me," she points out with just a hint of teasing. "And I am becoming more certain about you as well." If her suspicion is really correct, she can see where his future obnoxiousness is coming from. "You didn't recognize me upon our first meeting, so I assume you will forget this encounter after you wake up." Which means she doesn't have to be terribly careful about what they talk about here, right?
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There's part of him that suspects this is some sort of trick being played on him, but he's willing to play along for the time being. He's just starting to have fun with this.
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"We are friends," she answers with a proper smile, mirroring his posture with her hands behind her back as she looks up at him (more so than usual). "Not... without difficulties, but I think we are rather important to each other, given our circumstances." She gives him a look, anticipating his curiosity. "Which are a little too complicated to go into now." Mostly she just doesn't want to talk about being stuck in New York and all the unpleasant things that have brought them closer. With some effort she forces herself not to think about the most recent one at all.
Instead, she gives him something that she thinks is bound to excite him. "I am a space and time ship from a universe far more populated than yours. I'm called the TARDIS."
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Suddenly he stops and his face crumples as he remembers just why Lucifer or any of the other angels wouldn't be behind a practical joke at the moment. Gabriel left while his brothers were busy trying to kill each other, then he'd fallen asleep trying to escape himself. That's why he's here.
"I'm-" He's lost for a moment, but as his face swivels back to her he remembers where he is. "Would you like to go listen to the music?"
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She's considering asking him more about it when there's a confusing shift in his mood, and she regards him with some concern. But that's familiar too, accidentally bringing up something unpleasant, as is the subsequent attempt at distraction, and she nods willingly enough. "Ah, yes, of course."
As they start making their way over to the stage, she tilts her head up at him and adds tentatively, "But I was not put up to this. I can still prove it, if you like."
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"Well, I know you create very impressive illusions," she begins, because flattery is always a good start. But it's hardly something he keeps secret, and she thinks about the task more closely for a moment. Then her smile widens and she holds up her hand with the long brown feather he entrusted her with a while ago clasped between her fingers. "And you gave me this to prove your wings are tangible."
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The feather, though...it draws his attention immediately, and he takes it from her reverently. It's not the real thing, of course, not in the dreaming, but it's close enough to know that she's not lying about having it. "Quite a token, when showing them would have been enough." The implication being that he suspects there were other reasons behind the gift. He dips his head, examining the feather's length for a moment. He feels a little disadvantaged in this situation, when she so obviously knows much more about him than he does about her, but it's not exactly uncomfortable either. It's obvious that he will be friendly with her in the future, but he feels something for her now, too, like his future is echoing back to him. She feels safe.
The small smile returns to his lips and he hands it back to her. "I must enjoy your company very much, to give you such an effective summoning tool."
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But she doesn't get a chance to dwell on this saddening thought when he hands the feather back and tells her something she was definitely not aware of. A summoning tool? There's a flash of surprise on her face and she regards it with new interest. She could tell there's a connection between the feather and Gabriel, but she hadn't known it was that powerful. It was even more of a show of trust than she'd thought at the time, then.
"I wonder if it would work as such where we are, given the nature of this universe," she replies thoughtfully. Not that she has any interest in summoning him against his will. "I am not very clear on how... magic functions."
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When she does follow him, he continues, considering her implication that he's not living in his home universe. It's definitely a strange thought. It is possible that there are dimensions where the rules of his universe don't apply, but it's a difficult thought to wrap his mind around. "Have you tried praying? If I can hear your prayers, I'm certain a summoning would be possible."
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His suggestion surprises her and she looks up at him in confusion. "Praying?" She knows the concept, of course, but she doesn't understand how it could possibly apply to her. Doesn't it require... believing? In an intangible force? She shakes her a head a little, but she's definitely very curious. "How does this work, exactly? Is it a form of telepathic contact?"
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He pulls his chair around a little so that he's facing her instead of the band. "You might call it a form of telepathy," He says after a moment of thought. "But more...one-way." The corner of his mouth rises in, not a smirk, but a facial shrug, like he might have preferred being able to speak directly to those who choose to pray to him without resorting to a personal appearance. "I serve as receiver for all those that would seek my ear or my aid." His hands fiddle with a cocktail napkin on the table as he continues speaking. There are also those that would condemn him for his work via prayer, but he'd rather not mention them.
"You'll have to keep me in your thoughts and invoke my name within your message, or else it's likely to not reach me at all." He smiles. "Gabriel is fine. If Enochian were required, I doubt any of us would receive prayer." Any of us being him and the other angels, of course.
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"I shall definitely try this," she assures him with a smile, and then searches her databanks for information on Enochian. What she finds makes her light up with curiosity again. In her universe, there's no indication that it's anything but a language made up by some human claiming to be a medium, or perhaps picking up some kind psychic interference from somewhere, but she knows how these things work in Gabriel's universe by now. "Angels have their own language? And you have a different name in it?"
She is vaguely aware that she may be straying into territory her contemporary Gabriel might not like having questioned, remembering how he said names are powerful where he comes from. But this one just seems so happy to explain things, and she's not asking about his past or his family, so how could she resist? She may be getting carried away a little. "And what do humans typically ask of you?"
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Her second question is more difficult to answer, and he considers it for a moment. "They ask for what they need. Or what they desire. Food, God's love, the resurrection of Faith..." All three things that he himself wouldn't mind at the moment, but he puts that idea aside quickly before he can bother the TARDIS with his doubts once more. "Sometimes the prayer itself is what's needed. A...friendly ear in a time of need."
He looks across at her, transparently interested in the strangeness of her. "What will you say, in your prayers?"
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At his question her smile becomes contemplative, and then shifts into a mischievous smirk. "I think I will ask you to come by with candy." She knows it probably seems like a very odd sort of request to him now, considering what people apparently usually pray for, but she's rather enjoying being cryptic. "You owe me a lot of it, you know. Do you like candy yet?" Maybe dietary preferences are linked to certain vessels, similar to Time Lords.
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"I don't find much occasion to eat." He stops his hands from fiddling with his napkin, lets it lie flat, and clasps his hands together. "I'm not sure if I would like it or not." He pauses, letting his mouth curve into a smile. "But if you say that I do, I'm inclined to believe you."
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And, actually, that means her skills for creating illusory food should be good enough to give him an inkling. Just to make sure, she picks something she remembers the taste and texture of herself, and holds out her hand with a plate of Porrim tarts appearing on it. "You could start with this," she offers with a grin.
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He makes an appreciative noise and pushes the other half of the tart into his mouth. When he finishes, he smiles back at her. "That's wonderful, thank you." He eyes the plate, wondering if he might take another. "You are very good with dream manipulation. Did I teach you?"
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Which is why his unabashedly arrogant presumption is rather startling. But immediately it strikes her that there's no disrespect behind it, it's pure naivety from a Gabriel who is so young that he hasn't even made any significant experiences with corporeality, let alone the rest of the universe, and she lets out a quite uncharacteristic little giggle at how precious that is.
"No you did not," she chuckles and, noting his longing look at the tarts, sets down the plate in front of him. "Your kind are hardly the only ones with natural abilities such as these. But I think you will learn that in time."
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He raises an eyebrow at her, for now foregoing eating another tart. "And what else will I learn in time? I've met pagan gods. They're no match for an archangel." By which he means that he hasn't seen evidence yet of what she's telling him.
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