on (possibly) being sent to ryansgulch...

[colubri]

You know it's getting ridiculous when I'm the one chiding people for their laziness. Not that I'm exactly looking forward to being zapped into some sub-aquatic objectivist paradise — it's not the worst as far as vacation spots go, you know, but it's still far from ideal — but I must say, it does sound better than collecting dust and only being trotted out whenever you want a good laugh.

As long as there won't be too many of those angels there, of course. I'd like to believe that little no gods or kings line would extend to His beloved attendants as well, but I won't get my hopes up too much.

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[fairied]

Come on, it's not so bad... Once y'get used to seein' sharks and the like swimmin' above your head, it's pretty easy living for the most part.

[colubri]

Yes, the local wildlife is all well and good, but did you forget the part where we're totally sealed off at the bottom of the ocean without any hope of reaching the outside world? Because that's kind of a dealbreaker for me.

[fairied]

It's disturbing, don't get me wrong! I'm not a fan of mass kidnappings, or anything like that. I just think we should make the best of it, since we're obviously not gonna get out anytime soon.

[colubri]

Ah, yes, make the best of it. Sound advice in a situation like this, at least for those who don't mind being pinned down in one place for the foreseeable future.

Too bad that doesn't exactly apply to all of us.

[fairied]

I never said I didn't mind it! But it's clear we can't fight it, and until somebody figures out how we can, there's no use sitting around bellyachin' about it.

[colubri]

But if there's nothing to be done about it, then what else is there to do? Sit around and act like everything's just going to be fine?

Bottling up your emotions isn't healthy, you know. All the doctor shows on daytime TV say so. I'm just trying to let out how I really feel.

[fairied]

No, we just... Wait it out. Learn what we can learn, figure out a plan, and live life in the meantime. It's not like we'd be sedentary or just laying down and taking what they hand us.

[apreparescuer]

You're sans one set of feathers.

[He likes watching this pithy rapport between Astaroth and his writer. At least someone else can peeve the demon.]

As far as I know. [A casual shrug.]

[colubri]

[He sighs. Dramatically. If he were the type to keep his wings out more often, they'd be rustling right about now.]

Any place where I am and you are not is missing a little je ne sais quoi, brother mine. [By the tone of his voice, it's difficult to tell whether he's being sincere or even more sarcastic than usual. (But it's probably the latter.)]

[apreparescuer]

[Well, this is an unusual turn of events. Somehow, the sarcasm seems almost defensive!]

Still, better than being trotted. [A grin swarms the angel's face. It's inappropriately innocent looking.] Which conjurs imaginings of you in a derelict fashion show. Most amusing.

[colubri]

[Almost, perhaps because it is. The look he gives Uriel in return is withering.]

I'm sure the imagining of my being involved in anything derelict must be gratifying to you.

[apreparescuer]

Only because it's plausible, dear brother.

[A slim-tailored suit, dark, and a snakeskin tie. Very Vegas. The angel can see it.]