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[forgetyourusedtobe]

Who: Elena & you!!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, if any
When: May 20th

[Elena accidentally manages to start broadcasting as she's moving through the hallway. The camera follows the light swing of her arm, providing a view of the floor and her legs. She's silent, although really tamping down on the urge to call to people she knows. Staying quiet and remaining as inconspicuous as possible seems like the more logical thing to do in this situation.]

[It's only once she's come to the viewing bay that Elena stops short with a small gasp.]

Oh my God...

[She had been debating if this was a dream or real, but something about seeing outside into space makes this all very, very real. Slowly, she approaches the glass. She places both hands on the glass and through her fingers, you finally get a look at the girl accidentally broadcasting to the entire fleet, confused and upset.]

Comments

[forgetyourusedtobe]

I'm guessing angels don't look a whole lot like I'd expect them to either?

[onlyanapple]

Oh no, they look pretty much what you'd expect. Though the one I know is a little on the pudgy side.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You know an angel?

[onlyanapple]

Yep. Known him since Eden. He owns a bookshop in Soho.

...London Soho.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You're really that old?

[onlyanapple]

I prefer well aged and technically I've existed longer than time itself. I remember the Big Guy creating it. We were all very impressed.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

So God's real where you're from?

[onlyanapple]

Absolutely. Kind of an enigmatic dickhead, but He's real.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

And the devil?

[onlyanapple]

Also real, and pays my wages, so you'll have to excuse me for not giving away too much information.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You actually get paid?

[onlyanapple]

I certainly don't do it for free.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Do I even want to know how you're paid?

[onlyanapple]

They send me money into my bank account. You know. Like most jobs.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Do you even need money?

[onlyanapple]

I don't need it. but it's nice to have.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Couldn't you just get it some other way?

[onlyanapple]

I don't think you quite understand how being an employee of Satan works. I can't leave. The only termination of employment from Hell is...actual termination.

The kind that sticks.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You're not still working here, are you?

[onlyanapple]

Nah, I'm in a sort of temporary retirement right now. Hell hasn't had any contact with me for about nine years.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Are you enjoying the break?

[onlyanapple]

You know? I actually am. Hell aren't exactly the best employers.