IC contact: Sirenspull

[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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[paterelohim]

You. "Everything" means "you."

[servingfather]

i'm fine. what was so weird about your dream?

[paterelohim]

[He shuts off his NV and sits back, praying at the ceiling absently.]

Michael. I felt something. I heard some of what you said- the general gist, sort of, coming through in the dream.

[servingfather]

[No sense in denying it now. Chuck was resorting to praying now and if Michael didn't want his doubts aired to the rest of the angel brigade he'd have to answer it. A split-second after the last word he's appearing next to the prophet.]

I didn't think anyone would hear it.

[paterelohim]

I'm sorry, man.

[Forcing Chuck's normal concern into his tone is actually an effort. For the second time, he feels like he's playing a role instead of just being himself.]

My dreams are going haywire. I haven't had another vision yet.

[servingfather]

[Well, now he knows not to pray here. He'll have to think of another way to get over his doubts. For now he's just going to take a seat on Chuck's couch.]

I take it you want to discuss what you heard?

[paterelohim]

I mostly just wanted to say something.

[Hawkward.]

Look, I've pretty much Doctor Philed every angel in the place since I showed up here. The offer's always open to you. I know angelic mental paradigms are a lot more brittle right now, given everything that's happening.