Early Morning Sisters

<> Sephar's rat rests by a generator, mouse sleeps plugged in with its tail.

<> Daimon reads some law, plays some guitar, and tries to snooze a little.

<> Pat is working on securing an identity for HitherBum.

<> Hitherby can't remember what she was planning to do IC. :) Hm. Well, gathering swarms is always useful, and I have this idea that could use a modest number of spiders.

<> Demiurge says "Liz has, by now, left. Tuesday morning is breaking. The Dawn Essence runs through your bodies."

<> Demiurge says "Hm. Pat, are you trying to forge one, or just to find out who he originally was?"

<> Demiurge says "Hitherby, you manage to gather your spiders."

<> Pat says "Forge one. Or find people to forge one."

<> Demiurge says "I imagine the Dominicans have an in with the Witness Protection Program, so you can probably put in an application to get one forged."

<> Pat does this thing, then.

Morning breaks, and the angels in the apartment feel the rush of morning Essence.

Daimon puts down his guitar for the moment to feel the rush.

Hitherbum relaxes slightly. "Mmm."

Pat pushes his hair back, looking up from his computer. He sighs happily.

Sephar chirps happily, mouse ears moving up.

In the room where she is working, Sarah still toils over the shattered stone pieces.

Hitherbum says, "Hey, Pat, while I'm being a samaritan, any thoughts on something I could do for the gunman Azalea shot?"

Hitherbum corrects, "While we're being samaritans."

Pat says "Pray for a quick trial?"

Daimon goes back to playing his guitar, figuring he has another hour before he can start calling banks to get a meeting, at the very least.

Hitherbum makes a face. "I don't believe that will be sufficient."

Hitherbum reflects. "Possibly I will call Eduardo today."

Hiterbum says, "You know when he starts work?"

Pat says "Nine, I think. But he went with Taroniel, yes?"

Hitherbum coughs. "Er, anyway."

Hitherby paces. "Well, one host to ward at a time."

Pat says "Well, I'm sure there's time to think of something."

Hitherby says "Indeed."

Pat returns to the creation of an interesting and proper life for the man Hitherby is possessing.

<> Demiurge says "Dare I ask what?"

<> Pat says "Oh, I don't know. Something that will fit in."

Hitherby steps, steps, whirls around, and repeats. Outside, a horde of spiders experiments with weaving, as Hitherby determines whether her Kyriotate brain will explode if she tries to make rope, say, or a shirt.

<> Pat says "Nothing too specialized, but a good school record, comfortably retired parents, a younger sister in Minneapolis. Normal stuff."

Sepharmouse helps out with whatever computer records Pat needs to work with, if there's any help necessary.

Sepharmouse idly looks for records for the guy that do exist as well, in the background, just for fun.

Sephar might use Lab Rat Sephar for the look-ups.

<> Sephar says "... if Pat's busy with the computer in his place."

All seems to go well. An identity is pieced together.

<> Demiurge says "Sephar, you can't find anything about this guy, but then he has no ID material on him."

Daimon eventually, passing time, gets up and disappears into the bathroom to de-grunge himself.

<> Sephar nods at Demiurge.

Pat says "He needs a name."

Hitherby says, "Ocelot King."

Sephar says "Sam?"

Sepharmouse blinks quietly at Hitherby.

Hitherby says "It's a commanding, powerful name."

Hitherby says "People will fear and respect him."

Pat says "People will laugh at him."

Hitherbum tosses his head. "Uninitiated fools."

Pat says "Yes."

Sephar blinks between Pat and Hitherby in quiet confusion.

Hitherby reflects.

Hitherbum sighs. "Very well. Samuel Glory?"

Pat considers. "That could work quite well."

Sepharmouse looks faintly puzzled for a bit then the Lab Rat looks up 'ocelot' and it blinks again quietly but just a bit less bemused.

The Bathroom does its duty, and renders Daimon less stinky.

Daimon eventually wanders out, and wanders into Pat's bedroom, picking through his own suits which he's stowed there in the closet. And looks forward to having his own bedroom.

Daimon notes that every one of them he's bought in the last week is black.

Daimon dresses and preens.

Daimon's phone rings.

Daimon sighs. Wonders why he ALWAYS calls in the morning. And goes into the kitchen to liberate his phone - which is where he left it. "Daimon Lightner. What can I do you for."

Sepharmouse listens, ears perked.

Malik's voice says, on the phone, "Big Brother?"

Daimon almost drops the phone. "Malik?"

Malik says, "Yeah!"

Pat looks over curiously.

Malik says, "How _are_ you and what are you _doing_ and what's going _on_?"

Daimon says "Ohmigod. Are you okay? Are you alright? How did you get out of the Guildhall? Where are you?"

Malik says, "I'm fine! The crisis is over so I'm out again. I'm in the big LA. Just got back up here. Big Brother, you left a lot of messages for me!"

Daimon says "I know I did. I was worried. I didn't know what was going on."

Daimon sits down heavily in one of the chairs in the kitchen.

Malik giggles. "Well, I'm okay. I'm more worried about you, Daimonique."

Daimon says "I'm fine. I cut my hair, though."

Malik pouts down the phone. "Awwww."

Daimon says "It was getting long and greasy. Anyway, tell me everything."

Malik says, "Well, it's getting back to normal down there. I got a message from Senir on the DC Tether that you wanted to talk to me, so I thought I'd better come up, because nobody down there knew where you were."

Malik pauses. "In fact, big brother, people are saying *stuff*."

Daimon rubs his forehead. "That's right. Things have been so hectic I totally forgot I left a message."

Malik lowers her voice. "Big brother, you haven't... done something stupid?"

Daimon says "Stupid?"

Malik hisses, "They said you'd fallen in love with an angel! A _Cherub_!"

Daimon almost spits up his coffee he was just starting to drink.

Daimon coughs lots.

Daimon then starts to laugh a little bit. "Man, that's what they're saying? Wack."

Sepharmouse looks very concerned and patters over.

<> Liz says "Moi? A cherub?"

Sephar sighs at the laughter and sits a bit.

Malik says, dubiously, "Apparently the Cherub wears glasses."

<> Daimon says "You don't look like a cherub, Liz."

<> Sephar thinks, "Maybe they think he fell for Sarah?"

<> Demiurge says "Well, who did Daimon go to the Freedom-Tether with?"

Daimon says "I know of a Cherub who wears glasses and I'm very fond of her, but I don't think I'm carrying on a relationship with her, no."

<> Sephar falls over laughing again.

<> Daimon says "Oh MAN."

<> Daimon says "Lilim gossip RULES."

<> arcangel loves the Lilim Grapevine.

Malik says, "Well, if you aren't in love with someone, what are you up to?"

Daimon says "All sorts of craziness."

Malik sighs. "Seriously, big brother."

Hitherbum listens, deep in thought.

Daimon says "I talked to a Man, and a Man asked me if I knew what Needed to be done, and I said yes."

Malik says, "Your Prince?"

Daimon says "Kobal was imprisoned at the time, I'm afraid."

Malik says, dubiously, "Okay, who was it, then?"

Daimon says "I don't think I should tell you that over the phone."

Pat looks at Daimon. "We do /not/ have room for another guest."

There is a pause. Malik says, "Please, big brother, please tell me it wasn't Laurence."

Daimon almost spits up his coffee again.

<> Liz laughs her fool head off.

Daimon says "Nonononononono. It wasn't Laurence, Malik. My poor, beautiful Mali'ika."

Malik says, rebelliously, "I've seen those pinups you have."

Malik says, "Had."

Daimon says "You have the same pinups! See? See? You've already raided my stuff."

Malik says, "It was all being shared out! Senir was saying that you were moving out for good."

Daimon says "Yup, I did. I even took my beaded curtain. Although I left my fish. They were getting sort of funky."

Daimon says "Besides, the wings on those pinups were all wrong."

Malik says, "And how do you know _that_, big brother?"

Daimon grins. "I've heard a rumor."

Malik says, "Okay, so what are the chances of you popping down to LA to tell me about it? You can always get here quick through the Tethers."

Daimon says "Zero."

<> Demiurge mentions, btw, that she is taking LA from canon fairly literally. Except perhaps for Max. LA has a _bad_ reputation among angels.

Malik wheedles, "Oh, come _on_."

Daimon says "Malik, flying back to LA right now is probably not the smartest thing I could possibly do."

Malik says, "Okay, is where you are safe?"

Daimon says "Well, not particularly, but it's far more safe then Los Angeles is right now."

Malik hesitates, then says, "Okay. I'll see about a visit. DC, right? And then phone you?"

Daimon says "Are you okay to come out here, Malik?"

Malik says, "I'm between jobs at the moment."

Daimon says "Are you comfortable with it?"

<> Liz licks her lips. "Mmm. More Lilim to Redeem."

<> Daimon is thinking that very thing. You betcha. Although it's likely a trap.

<> Liz is betting the main problem is that Malik is cheerier, but also rather more selfish.

Malik says, sounding a touch exasperated, "Big brother, you won't tell me what's going on, so how am I supposed to know to be comfortable with it?"

Daimon says "Have you seen or spoken to Kanah in the last week?"

Malik pauses. "No. Haven't heard from her at all. I guess I thought she was round on the corporeal or something."

Daimon says "Oh, she must still be banging Terry then. Or she banged him and moved on. You know how these things work."

Malik says, "Hey, big brother, you've banged Terry in your time. Don't knock it, just grok it."

Daimon says "He's not bad. He's just lazy."

Hitherbum coughs, covering it with her hand.

Daimon says "Hey, look, I'm not going to say what is going on over the phone. It is the phone, after all. I'd really rather tell you to your face. 'Kay?"

Malik says, "Well, I'm lazy too."

Malik says, "Okay. I'll give you a ring when I get round there, big brother."

Daimon says "Okay, Malik. I love you, little one. I love you very much."

Malik says, "I love you too, big brother! Take care."

Daimon says "I will. I promise."

Malik rings off.

Daimon sighs and hangs up the phone. Then he looks up at Hitherbum. "Hiya Hitherby."

Hitherbum blinks innocuously.

Hitherbum says, "Hi."

Hitherbum pirouettes. "Clean, see?"

Daimon applauds and grins. "Excellent."

Pat says "And soon to be Mr. Samuel Glory."

Daimon says "I'm very impressed."

Hitherbum grins.

Daimon slips the cellphone into his coat pocket.

Daimon says "Pat did a great job."

<> Demiurge says "Okay. Pat and Sephar think they have the ID set up."

Hitherbum says, "*And* I'm weaving."

<> Pat says "Woo!"

Sepharmouse nodnods.

Daimon gets up to start making more coffee and a little breakfast for the assembled angels.

<> Pat will put in a note for where the courier who brings the papers can stash them.

<> Demiurge nods.

Hitherby is dissassembled. Does she get breakfast?

<> Sephar puts Hitherby through an assembler....

Breakfast is produced. Mmm... smells good.

Daimon decides he's the Mage of the Kitchen of Mazpatiel. And therefore eats.

Sephar patters to the table to sit by someone's coffee and eat some of what it gets.

Pat breakfasts. Mm.

Daimon says "Pat, I have to go to the bank this morning and do money like things. That might tie me up for some time."

Pat says "Alright. How long?"

Daimon says "Couple of hours. I need to make a money transfer and get approved for a mortgage so we can buy that apartment. Then I need to get in contact with the real estate agent who is selling that girl with the crystal's place, and make an offer on the condo. It's going to tie me up pretty hard."

Pat nods.

Pat says "Take a Sephar."

Daimon says "Sephar is my Spirit Guide!"

Sepharmouse chirps cheerfully.

Sephar chuckles.

Pat chuckles.

Daimon says "After that I have to see Terry. Or before. Whenever. Sometime today I have to see him and get the video tape and dodge his attempts at interviews. I have to also ask him to take over my bank accounts in Hell."

Sephar hrms, "Pat, I'm going to leave a bit of myself in your computer, which can jump to your celphone if you need to go out. Just so you have a little extra backup, too."

Pat nods. "Thank you, Sephar." He looks at Daimon. "Well. He may just consider that to be fair payment."

Sepharmouse nods quietly at Daimon's plan.

Daimon says "Maybe. Or maybe someone has to do it, and I can't anymore."

Daimon says "I should have done this last week, but I was otherwise occupied."

Pat says "Quite."

Daimon says "I mean, I have to hand it over to a demon, and I might as well make a big donation to the Land of Media."

Sephar says "Do you have anyone else you'd rather got the benefit?"

Pat says "Can't hurt, hm?"

Daimon says "The problem is that my bank accounts down there are filled with essence. Oh, not a whole lot. Just my piddling little savings and whatever was left of my last paycheck. But I'd like someone to close them out."

Sephar blinks mildly, accounts of essense, a new concept to it.

Daimon says "So I dunno what to do with it. Just give it over to Media, I guess. Or give it all to Malik, which has crossed my mind. By the way, she's flying out here."

Hitherbum looks rueful. "Essence. What a concept."

Sepharmouse grins at Hitherby.

Hitherbum says, "Oh, well. I think I've figured out that I can't help monetarily. Pat, perhaps you can come with me to finish the disposition of this host?"

Pat says "Today?"

Daimon says "We should be doing some investigating today. I don't want to burn all day dealing with role maintenance. Sorry, Hitherby, I'm just thinking about what we're supposed to be doing. And we have a black box, a bunch of chips from the musum, two dead Outcasts, Disease, and Stone. And nothing is answered for."

Hitherbum thinks. "Black box? The one found in the sewers?"

Hitherbum says, "We *were* going to investigate the place again."

Daimon says "Right. We should be following up on that lead."

Pat says "What happened there last time?"

Daimon says "Mayhem."

Daimon says "Sephar knows better then I, as Sephar was there."

Hitherbum says, "Stone." She reflects.

Daimon says "I cannot get out of dealing with money, or dealing with Terry. These are things I must do and I must do this morning. After that, I suggest we start trying to figure out what else has been going on while we were chasing Nightmares and Fate and the Game."

Pat says "Alright."

Daimon says "Do you want to split up and meet at lunch? I want to talk to Marath anyway about some stuff. I'll take Sephar, you can take Hitherby, and we'll meet up in the middle."

Pat says "Lunch at Sistine's?"

Daimon says "Sure."

Sepharmouse sighs.

Sephar says "Much chaos."

Sephar says "Stone died, from what we've been able to tell."

Sephar says "Sounds like a plan, Daimon."

Daimon says "Noon, Sistine's."

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