kore_logs | dreams are like...no. no they're not.

She doesn't notice the pajama shift until a moment later, after he's changed completely and she starts feeling a little less awkward and a little more like they're at some really strange sleepover party. Charlie looks down, then back up, before giving a sage little approving nod. She approves, very much so.

"So this would be the part where we turn into Batman and Robin and figure out who drugged us all into a single, really really weird, dream? Because I'd like to avoid dying. Or, you know, spilling my deepest darkest secrets to Contestant Number Two."

"Well, if you've got any good secrets to spill, feel free to go ahead. Don't hold back on my account - it'll be like I'm not even here."

As for whose doing it is, well, that's something he's been trying to figure out himself (with very little success). The apparent range of the problem and the fact that even the archangels are affected suggest it's someone external to their community, but that's only a probability.

"Whoever brought us here, they do like to pull shit like this now and then, and they oughtta be the only people here capable of pulling this off. Personally, though? I'm hoping this call's coming from inside the house. At least that way whoever's responsible can get what's coming to them."

"Mostly just passwords and things I'd rather keep to myself. Don't know how much you'd be interested in a Guild Wars account here."

See, Gabe, this is why she likes you. You've actually got some really great answers that leave her feeling a lot less like she knows absolutely nothing. Which she kind of does still feel that way, but he makes her feel less so.

"Dream shit now and then or just hoodoo voodoo play with your mind shit?" But wait, that makes her give him a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"A Guild Wars account? Please. Of course I would. There's nothing I like more than the heated political battles of the trade union."

Which is to say that he has no clue what Guild Wars is, least of all what its appeal might be. His pop culture databank may be almost worryingly comprehensive, but when it comes to gaming knowledge he's got more in common with his brothers than with Charlie.

"General fucking with your head shit. Hallucinogens, species swaps, you know, the usual. And what I mean is that this shit might not be our generous benefactors. Could be one of the folks stuck here - a double agent or just a pissed off inmate. I'm hoping for it. People in here with us are a lot easier to kick the crap out of than people out there, y'know?"

"As much as I would like to be indirectly responsible for the collapse of an online economy, I'm going to have to put a big X on that one."

Hey, it passed enough for Charlie. She doesn't expect everyone she meets to have the same pop-culture database as she does. Especially seeing as her's tends to be a little more centered on things she can find and do online. You know, keeping your head low and out of direct line of fire?

"Ah. Good. So it's like someone spiked the punch at comic-con all over again."

"Curses. Foiled again."

He leaned back against thin air, looking around at the surroundings with thinly-veiled curiosity. The faceless people weren't hugely disconcerting - he supposed it was reasonable enough that their brains couldn't be arsed to come up with a bunch of random faces - but the city itself looked intriguing.

"So - if this place is nothing to do with you or me, am I the only one thinking it's gotta be something from whoever's doing this? Might be worth looking into, if you're feeling Indiana Jones-y."

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"I do what I can."

Charlie's slightly curious at the fact Gabriel seems to be interested in something, but when she follows his eyes around she can't really figure out where he's going with it. Thank the internet gods for a need to explain your thought-process, though.

"No, no that'd definitely make sense. It's like the one off-level. Where everything acts like it's all honkey-dorey but really there's some kind of really big clue. Or a weapon. Usually it's a boss-battle weapon." Yeah now she's just thinking to herself, aloud. "Only if I'm Indiana. You can take your pick of the culturally insensitive sidekick, monkey, or my hot not-wife."

"If I got a choice, obviously I wanna be the hot not-wife. I don't mind living in sin so long as I'm still pretty."

He understands those video game references, though. He may be a little behind the times when it comes to these things, but he's not beyond getting the basics.

"Whiiiich would imply there's a boss battle coming up. I hope it's Donkey Kong, I like the guy. Reminds me of the Winchesters." Apart from the snide little aside, though, that's a mildly worrying thought. "If we're gonna run into the Big Bad sometime soon, being armed might be handy. Course, knowing our luck any weapon there was'd be something dumb like, I don't know, a magic screwdriver or something else we won't recognise... my kingdom for an online walkthrough."

"Only issue with that is you get switched out every movie. That okay with you?"

Thank the gaming lord. This certain level of language failure is kind of kicking her in the butt right now. For everyone except a select favorite few: Gabriel included.

"I dunno man, Donkey Kong was a bitch boss battle. Kinda hoping for something like Bowser, at least he's slow as balls." Mildly worrying? How about extremely worrying. Or maybe that's just Charlie but she's majorly worried about this whole situation. "Magic screwdriver that doesn't work on wood? Yeah, that'd be kind of useless. Honestly I'd be up for any kind of weapon at this point. Or maybe we can just stay in creepy crystal land."

Oh man, her kingdom for internet at all.

"Walkthroughs are for noobs. But I guess at this point I'd be filed under that. Cheats would be handy too. Oh how I wish I could control shift C my way right out of this." If only real life was like Sims. So much easier.

"So long as I get to be played by Jessica Alba, I think I can live with it."

He shakes his head - he's not entirely sure he's capable of conducting an entire conversation in gaming metaphors. Perhaps this is how everyone else feels when he insists on speaking in pop culture references. He hopes so.

"Personally I'm hoping for not having to fight anyone at all, but if wishes were horses, right?" Right. "You think you've got it bad, remember you're talking to someone who usually is a walking cheat box. Comes as kind of a shock when they just stop working."

"No complaints here."

That's okay, they understand each other on a much deeper level. Which is why they're actually having this legitimate conversation in her dream in a crystal city with a bunch of zombie-like figures walking-slash-running away from something.

"I've lived through enough RL boss battles to last a lifetime, so I get you on that bit. And hey, yeah, isn't this usually when you just-" Are you ready for some spirit fingers ringer now, even if one hand is still holding onto her R2D2? "Poof on out of here? Or is that filed under the power-downs."

"It's just a dream. Both of us oughtta be able to just wake ourselves up - not that I have a whole lot of experience with this 'dreaming' thing."

He snaps his fingers idly, with no discernible effects (nor, judging by his expression, did he intend there to be any) and shrugs.

"I can't poof out in the waking world, though, and I shouldn't be asleep at all. Just cause something should work doesn't mean it will, in this place."

Charlie needs a second to look around before she shrugs. "I've got go rush to get back to possible scientist-y experiments."

But even then she tenses a little at the snap. Half excited at a chance to see the angel mojo in action and half worried he's about to leave her totally alone in her head. Which, honestly, should be a good thing but the whole alone bit doesn't sit well with her.

"Good to know. Not that I've got any powers to worry about, but maybe I'll get some."

She's definitely waiting for some super-rad mutant powers to be thrust upon her sorry.

"Well hey, if you were gonna develop insect-themed superpowers, Cape Kore's the place to do it."

Admittedly it'd probably just be adding another heap of problems onto the already considerably-sized pile, but it couldn't be denied that the Cape had the right atmosphere for it. And probably enough of an assortment of people to get anyone through the experience.

"Though if it was, y'know, something to do with technology," which seemed suitably in-character for her, "you might be outta luck. Pretty sure this place is so stuck in the fifties that the residents - wherever they ended up - would still be wowed by an Atari."

"Why insect? I mean, Bumblebee was awesome, but Ant Man? Yeesh." Not like Charlie plans on beating her wife but THAT IS ANOTHER STORY. "Why not just normal regular themed powers? Why does everything here have to be awful?"

Charlie's not naive, though. She's quite aware of the problems that having super powers would cause. Especially forced upon you powers like the ones in discussion. But it is something else to focus on so she clings to the topic.

"That would be my luck, wouldn't it. Bring in a master coder with questionable morals but leave everything back in the pre-internet days." Charlie Bradbury: A Hard Life.

"The regular themed powers are all taken. And arachnids are way too mainstream. It's insects or insignificance, I'm afraid."

Gabriel's happy to go on for hours discussing impossible hypotheticals and silly little bits of nonsense that really don't mean anything. They're his favourite kind of conversation in any case, let alone when the alternative is either a serious conversation about Serious Things or waking up on the couch and spending the rest of the day bored and getting on people's nerves.

Of course, he'll do that anyway, but he'd rather put it off for a bit.

"Maybe you'll just have to re-invent the internet yourself, huh? Make a project of it."

"Who died and gave you the comic-book writer decision-making ability, huh?"

She'd say 'God', but she assumes that would hit a little too close to home for him. And while she might not be as willing to spend forever discussing hypotheticals, she's having a pretty decent time of it right now. Especially when it keeps her mind off the creepy not-faced people.

"I could. But I'd also need like 30 years and the babyboom post-70s inspiration. So if you've got either handy, I'm all over it."

"Nobody gives us the comic-book writer decision-making ability. We take it."

Not that he expects her to remember that line - or rather, where it's from. He imagines most fans of the Winchester Gospels would have been a little less concerned about Baldur's death than he was. Anything from that particular 'book' sticks rather firmly in his mind though, and even though Baldur was a complete tit, Gabriel had been fond of him, in a way. He wishes he could have done something to protect the rest of the pagans - or at least just the ones he'd been close to - but that's life. He couldn't have saved them and had time to record his message, after all, let alone save the boys and Kali as well.

"I can arrange a babyboom, if you like."

Cue the eyebrows.

dreams are like...no. no they're not.

*yeah oh my god that was embarrassing

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