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Who| Gabriel and OPEN
What| Just chillin' and being a loud dick
Where| Fantasyland
When| Beginning of week 4
Warnings/Notes| He might not be so nice to everyone he comes across, but he won't necessarily attack everyone, either.

Gabriel finally managed to find his way to Fantasyland and he should have just come here in the first place. He'd been practically starving as he tipped over the edge of the area and then suddenly he was an archangel again. He almost wanted to kick himself for that, because really? He could have been here the whole time.

The first thing he did once he was over the surprise and relief was look for something fun. He was in the happiest place on Earth and he deserved some happy. There was part of a rotted out, gutted car from Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. With a snap of his fingers, it was good as new.

Better than that, he hopped in and what do you know, it worked even without a track! He started to drive the little thing around the remnants of the carousel, mai tai in one hand. Once or twice, he hit the klaxon horn and it let out a loud, comedic ahooga sound.

It was a challenge. Come and get him, because he was ready for it.

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Lindsey moved between Fantasyland and Tomorrowland equally, one place was food and the other was kinda shelter. He had set up shop in one of the old collapsed buildings, not the clockwork one as that one had given him the jeebies.

Moving back from Tomorrowland with several oranges in his worn canvas bag, Lindsey froze when he heard the loud noise of a horn honking from somewhere beyond the carousel.

"The hell...?" he asked, wondering what idiot was around trying to attract all the dangers of the place to him.

Gabriel had just been wondering if Lindsey was around. He'd seen Castiel and Dean's pictures early on in the sky, but he'd kept his eye out for Lindsey or even one of the lovely women he'd met before the start of this arena. He knew Lindsey had to be here somewhere.

And speak of the devil! He caught sight of Lindsey as the tiny toy-like car came around the carousel.

"Linds! Hop in. You look thirsty." He drove it right up next to Lindsey, stopping so that he could climb in.

He gave Lindsey his winning grin. "I got my powers back. You ready to watch me win this thing, bucko?"

Lindsey was startled when from around the corner, his district mate came driving around on a dinky red vehicle and held a matching red... —was that a cocktail?— in hand.

"You said you were some kind of powerful witch?" he asked as he assessed the situation and decided, what the hell, Gabriel didn't look like he was going to 'win' by starting with taking him out.

Propping his metal bar over one shoulder, he approached the car and leaned against the seat. "I've seen this near the back... You restored this?" Did that mean magic worked here? Like down in the crevices in the last arena? Lindsey kicked himself for being an idiot at not having tried earlier.

Gabriel patted the seat. "I guess I implied that pretty heavily, huh?" Whoops? Well, no sense in fixing that misconception now!

He snapped and another drink appeared in front of Lindsey. "Hop on. I'll let you come in second and then you can be all favored to win the next one. Maybe I'll even send you gifts for sexual favors."

Obviously that was a joke. Gabriel expected sexual favors regardless, because who could resist him?

Lindsey snorted and snatched the drink before it would fall. However, he had to say he had never seen this sort of witchcraft before.

"Yeah, and you're about to tell me you're not?" He didn't know what to think as he climbed into the dinky thing and got close and personal with his district mate. He stowed the metal bar, with its brown stains, on the floor of the kart.

"You know... you win this and this, all this with the magic? It's gone. Only time magic ever worked seemed to be in these Arenas." Now how did Lindsey know that?

"You know you're a buzzkill, right?" That did put a damper on things, though. He liked his powers. Nothing against humans. They were fine, but that didn't mean he wanted to be one forever. If they could restore him here, though, they must have the ability out there, right?

"And I'm not a witch or whatever I implied I was." Not that he remembered what that was. He didn't listen when he talked. "I'm an angel."

"Just stating the truth," Lindsey answered with a grin of his own. It was also possibly his ticket to winning if he could talk Gabriel out of wanting to win himself.

Taking a sip of the absolutely delicious cocktail in hand, Lindsey was in the process of swallowing when he nearly spat everything back out. Choking it down, he turned to give Gabriel a stricken look. He also couldn't help but jerk a bit at hearing 'Angel'.

"Did you say you're an... angel? The feathery winged sort that get painted naked on Italian murals?"

It was obviously meant to be a trap. No, that was too subtle, this was some sort of challenge and Diana wasn't interested in meeting it, but she couldn't deny her curiosity. So she moved into an open area, watching the ridiculous man in the car, her arms crossed and leaning against a bit of ruined wall.

Admittedly, she was in her Wonder Woman costume with the quickly becoming ragged cloak around her and a length of normal rope in place of the lasso at her hip, so she probably looked rather ridiculous as well, but she was used to that.

She wondered absently if she should point out he was drinking and driving.

Gabriel hummed in agreement, giving Lindsey a wide grin. "I like to think I have a nicer body, though."

With Lindsey securely in the little car, he started to drive it again, this time more calmly. He'd spent so long running alone before he even got here and it was nice to have someone he could at least run away with.

"Technically, I'm an archangel, which is cooler and more badass." He took them past what was left of the storybook boat ride's giant whale.

As soon as he spotted Diana, he pulled up next to her, slowing to a stop just a few feet away.

"Hello, gorgeous." He grinned. "Can I offer you a ride?"

She was tall and strong-looking. It almost reminded him of Kali, which left him feeling a little torn, but he couldn't deny he had a type.

Archangel... Gabriel... "The Gabriel?" Of course Lindsey knew of the archangels, one had to know the bible in order to plot against it.

Rather than be too awed though, his eyebrows just went up as he gave the celestial being an appraising look. "Always thought you'd be taller." Lindsey, perhaps the only person who would call an archangel, who newly regained his full powers, short.

And not worry about any smiting either. He kicked back in his seat, drank his cocktail, and let Gabriel drive. "How in hell did Panem catch your feathery ass?"

Diana raised an eyebrow, though a part of her noted this wasn't even close to the strangest situation in which she'd been hit on. "I don't usually take rides from strangers. Especially ones who only keep one hand on the wheel, and the other on a cocktail."

"I'm not short. I'm surrounded by tall people." He rolled his eyes. It wasn't his fault that everyone was freakishly taller than his incredibly attractive vessel.

How did they get him? He was still trying to figure that one out. Catching Castiel should have been hard, but he should have been an even harder get.

"Good question. Might have been related to my being dead at the time." He kept his eyes ahead and hoped Lindsey wouldn't ask about it. "That's really all I've got to go on."

His face fell. "Kinda irresponsible, huh?"

With a shrug, he tossed the cocktail over his shoulder, tiny umbrella and all. He could make another cocktail, but a woman... well, no, he could make a woman, too, but this was more fun.

"Name's Gabriel and I promise to keep both hands on the wheel when the ride is in motion." He waggled his eyebrows. "What do you say?"

"How does one even kill an archangel?" Honest question he would want to know, one because it was mightily useful if he ever got back to where he was from —wasn't Lucifer technically one?—, and two, because it was even more useful here, not that he would admit that to Gabriel.

Though admittedly Lindsey was somewhat surprised by that similarity between them. He spent his own moment studying the condensation on his cold cocktail glass.

"Here I thought I was the only one like that... though I still think Panem might be a holding dimension for the dead." It wouldn't explain why all the other people were here, but maybe they died too and didn't know about it.

Gabriel didn't answer at first. It wasn't even being worried about showing weakness. He just didn't want to think about it. By the time he answered, his voice was almost sad. "You've got to be an archangel to kill an archangel." Or have one's blade, but Lindsey didn't need to know that. Who knew what crazy shit these maniacs had lying around?

With a deep breath, he spoke again, voice back to its usual chipper tone. "Which is why I am totally winning this thing." There was no Lucifer here and no Michael, who was likely equally angry at Gabriel. Castiel could maybe get him, but it would be hard and he would have to get lucky. Of course given how up Dean's ass Castiel had been when they'd spoken, he honestly might.

Gabriel made a mental note to look out for Castiel.

Diana didn't trust the man, couldn't trust anyone too far here with the people depending on her, but she had her powers for the moment--she could risk taking a ride for the sake of gauging a threat or gaining an ally. He certainly didn't appear to be one of the more bloodthirsty ones.

She took a long moment to think it over, then nodded. "My name's Diana," she said, stepping into the car. "Diana of Themyscira. And suppose I could use a ride."

Lindsey decided to not ask after that. It didn't matter who killed Gabriel back home, the point was it didn't work here and it would be difficult to locate an archangel if they got out of here.

It meant that if Lindsey wanted to win this and kill Gabriel, they would have to leave Fantasyland first. That was something to keep in mind.

"So you would rather win this and lose your powers?" Lindsey considered his own choices. "It isn't so bad living like the way we do, all they ask is for you to die a few times."

"That's a good question, but I'd rather celebrate than wax philosophical. I'll have to think about it and get back to you." He really did have to think about it, too. Though even if he keeps coming into the arenas, having his powers here wasn't as good as having them out there. He was still trapped and he still couldn't get back to where he belonged.

So... he was pretty much boned either way. "Not a fan of the dying thing, though. Might be a deal-breaker for me."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Diana. I knew a Diana once. Totally mooned over me." Gabriel grinned at her. Oh, yeah, he still had it.

"Where to, m'lady?" He wasn't feeling particularly threatened, so why attack? It wasn't as if they could hurt him, anyway. He was pretty sure that he was leagues ahead of the rest of them in terms of power and anyway he had a general policy of not trying to kill people who didn't have it coming.

Diana raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he knew was making a pun -- a terrible one, but still. She was used to awful greek mythology based wordplay, of course, but that normal came from people who knew her and her origin.

"I hope you don't expect the situation to repeat itself. I'm not much for mooning. I was named after the mother of a friend. A very brave woman. I haven't met very many Gabriels. Or many people here with magical ability." And just how his magic works, she's very curious to know.

"Driver's choice. I was out here to explore anyway, I didn't have a specific destination in mind. It's changed since I was last here."

"And what are we celebrating?" Lindsey asked as he finished off his drink and looked around for somewhere to put the glass. In the end, he just tossed it off the ride. It wasn't like he was littering when the place was practically a wasteland.

"Give and take. You can get used to it, it's not so bad." Although he was still planning on trying to get out of it. Unlike Gabriel, sticking around the games and being able to cast a few spells wasn't that large an allure for him.

"Better than being permanently dead and stuck in some corner of a hell dimension... where you might get killed everyday anyway." The edge in his smile suggested that he might have some personal experience with that.

He did, but maybe she just had bad taste. Also it had been a joke, but not everyone really got his humor. Maybe it was too obscure for non-hunters. Too bad Dean was already out.

"Well that's good luck. I'll just assume that you're equally as brave." He started to drive again, careful not to go too far. He'd made the mistake of leaving the area when he'd gotten his powers in the last arena. He wouldn't be making that mistake again.

He was a little miffed about her not knowing many Gabriels, though. Come on! Plenty of people were named after him, weren't they? "My name's not that uncommon."

"I'm celebrating the ability to spread my wings and you're celebrating that your guardian angel is the coolest one here."

It wasn't that Gabriel wasn't self-centered, but he was a little less-so than he put on, so he did pick up on Lindsey's meaning. It was kind of sad. He wasn't going to pretend that he thought Lindsey was a righteous or pious man or anything, but he was an alright guy and Gabriel liked him and okay, okay, so he had kind of done something similar to Dean, but he'd been teaching a lesson. It was different.

"You're not related to any Winchesters, right?" Still, better safe than sorry after Lady-Dean choked the shit out of him.

Lindsey arched an eyebrow at the shameless angel, but he wasn't one to complain. "Hey, if my 'guardian angel' gets me cocktails in the middle of post apocalyptic Disneyland, he can earn some cool points."

Though the question about the Winchesters niggled something at the back of his mind. The name was familiar... Where had he heard them before?

Oh.

"That's the Dean guy and De girl? No relationship besides having killed them both last round."

"I like to think so, or at least try to be," she said absently, and then added, amused at his apparent offense. "I never said it was uncommon. I just haven't met anyone named Gabriel who stuck out in my memory, I guess. I assure you, this meeting will."

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