can't seem to find our state of grace

[tryingitall]

Who: Balthazar and OPEN
What: Exploring and chatting.
When: Day 54
Where: All over the place, but eventually the bar and House 11. Encounter him anywhere you like.
Warnings: Probably none, will update if that changes.


Balthazar's not sure whether to be optimistic about this brave new world or not. There's no question but that certain individuals here are a threat. Raphael and Lucifer? Scary. Whatever's got them all trapped here? Also scary. At the moment, though, the weather is fairly pleasant, there's no looming apocalypse, planned or otherwise, and even the demons here seem to be, if not civil, at least tolerable.

Probably the other shoe will drop before long, but until then he's going to try to enjoy himself.

Hence the search for the bar he hears is around somewhere. He circles through streets, looking over houses, buildings, and...hmm. Rubble. That's a little worrisome. But not too far off he finds what he was looking for, and slips curiously through the doors.

Comments

[tryingitall]

To be fair, Balthazar never stipulated Chuck should write happy things. Just...his own things. Stories, not prophecies. Or poetry, or essays. Whatever. He's not picky.

He smiles at Chuck's agreement, satisfied. "It's a plan, then. I hope I can trade for a desk. I've never tried building one."

[godsprophet]

In all honesty, Chuck doesn't need an actual desk. Simply a table will do. After all, in his home, his "writing desk" was nothing more than the kitchen table. He'd sat down at the kitchen table to write one day, and the next thing he knew, it had been completely taken over by his laptop, miscellaneous papers, glasses, bottles, pens and pencils.

But it worked for him, and that was all that mattered, in the end. "Thanks. I mean, that's really nice of you."

[tryingitall]

"Pfft. I'm not nice; don't give me a reputation." Balthazar looks pleased with the compliment despite his protest. "Anyway, there's enough of us here from the same world. We ought to try getting along. Inasmuch as that's possible."

He stands, though, stretching lazily. His vessel's joints pop quietly, but it's hard to tell if he notices. "I think I'd like to explore the place a bit more, now, but I'll see you at number eleven, I suppose."

[godsprophet]

Chuck can't help the snort that accurately sums up his reaction to Balthazar's comment. There were a lot of people from their world here, yes. But that didn't mean everyone was agreeable. Raphael and Lucifer could be troublesome at the best of times. But it was certainly worth a shot, yes.

If there's one thing Chuck does not want in Kore, it's the Apocalypse. If everyone could at least pretend they all got along with one other, then everything should be fine.

He hopes.

"Okay, yeah. I'll, uh. See you later?" Chuck is pretty sure that's not the proper way to talk to an angel. But then again, he'd just had drinks with Balthazar, and he's fairly certain that's not technically proper behavior either.

[tryingitall]

Oh, Balthazar knows it's a tall order, especially where archangels are concerned. And of course, there's Crowley, who is a somewhat unknown quantity to him. But, demon. Probably not someone to trust wholeheartedly.

At least he's okay with his housemates, though, Prophet included. "Absolutely. If you get too drunk to walk, call and I'll carry you home."

Wink. He would, too, but he'd tease about it mercilessly.

Without waiting for an answer, he waves and departs, the mundane way: by walking out the door.