[Gabriel has had enough of dingy hotels and motels for several lifetimes, and the idea that he's woken up in one isn't funny even to him. The last thing he remembered getting the wrong end of the blade from Lucifer and then landing on his face in a dark room. So much for some kind of angelic afterlife, catching a break doesn't seem on the cards. A quick look around in the lobby is in order, Gabriel shoving hands in his pockets as he casually saunters around and looking at ease to the rest of the world.
Alternative reality? Real or created? As someone who spent most of his time creating little pockets of his own realities Gabriel is very impressed. Even he can't tell what's going on here really and that alone is disturbing enough. The archangel can hear the rain outside and feel the warmth from the fireplace as he walks past, and the whole thing is feeling more real than it ought to for a fake place.
Well, there was only one way to figure this shit out. Gabriel strolls on over to the front desk, leaning against it with a grin as he presses the bell not once, not twice, but constantly with two second intervals. Ding, ding, ding...]
Hello? Anyone? I wanna make a complaint, you left the mints off my pillows...
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[Gabriel has had enough of dingy hotels and motels for several lifetimes, and the idea that he's woken up in one isn't funny even to him. The last thing he remembered getting the wrong end of the blade from Lucifer and then landing on his face in a dark room. So much for some kind of angelic afterlife, catching a break doesn't seem on the cards. A quick look around in the lobby is in order, Gabriel shoving hands in his pockets as he casually saunters around and looking at ease to the rest of the world.
Alternative reality? Real or created? As someone who spent most of his time creating little pockets of his own realities Gabriel is very impressed. Even he can't tell what's going on here really and that alone is disturbing enough. The archangel can hear the rain outside and feel the warmth from the fireplace as he walks past, and the whole thing is feeling more real than it ought to for a fake place.
Well, there was only one way to figure this shit out. Gabriel strolls on over to the front desk, leaning against it with a grin as he presses the bell not once, not twice, but constantly with two second intervals. Ding, ding, ding...]
Hello? Anyone? I wanna make a complaint, you left the mints off my pillows...