Daimon wonders if Elohim taste better with red or white wine.
Pat mentally composes his report to the Boss.
Demiurge | Dear Superior : I have been left in the company of idiots. Forgive me.
Hitherby giggles.
Pat | And send me some thugs.
Daimon says "And I don't mean eating in the conventional sense. :)"
Daimon hangs his head for being crude.
Demiurge pats Daimon.
Daimon says "I can't help it. It's a nature thing."
Pat says "Luminous beings are we! Not this crude matter!"
Hitherby buzzes cheerfully.
Daimon says "Well, I'd like to find out if Elohim glow in the dark."
Demiurge chuckles.
Mazpatiel takes on Celestial form, ringing through the Symphony. "Like this?"
Daimon says "Maybe they're like those Roswell space alien dolls. You know, they glow, and they can be encased in large gelatinous penii."
Daimon attempts to be totally unimpressed.
Daimon says "You aren't green, you're hairless, and you have no style."
You say "Ah, but he shines with all the transcendent beauty of the Symphony."
Daimon says "Bah. Will the Symphony get me in to see LA Confidential for $1.50? I think not."
Mazpatiel turns placid, wide eyes to Daimon. "And how is that relevant in the slightest?"
Daimon says "It's rather relevant if you haven't seen LA Confidential yet."
Mazpatiel says "I haven't."
Daimon says "So there you go."
Daimon grins. Perfect logic.
You say "Demonic Angst, new attunement for arguing with."
Mazpatiel says "I still don't see the relevance."
Daimon says "The relevance is that you still can't understand the depth and meaning of an excellent ham sammich."
Mazpatiel says "You're talking nonsense."
Daimon makes perfect sense to himself.
Daimon wonders if it's possible to get an Elohite in a feedback subjective loop.
Mazpatiel says "Pardon?"
Daimon says "You know, a ham sammich. Several varieties of which are extremely delicious, and should be savored at all costs. Unlike, say, a White Castle slider which should be eaten quickly with the minimum breathing necessary."
Mazpatiel says "It's just food."
Daimon says "Ah no, it's not just food. It's an experience."
Daimon says "And some experiences are worth a little less then others."
Mazpatiel says "Only upon repetition."
Daimon says "I think I disagree. There are certain experiences which are worth more with repetition. But I doubt you would know about that."
Mazpatiel says "There's no reason for doubt. You are correct."
Daimon says "And you need to hang out with the humans you hold in such vaulted esteem a little better. If it's one thing we know, it's how to live."
Mazpatiel says "How to indulge, rather."
Daimon says "How to experience what the world has to offer."
Demiurge laughs.
Mazpatiel says "You are not speaking of experience. You are speaking of indulgence. The terminology is significant."
Daimon says "I'm speaking of experience. There's something very important to a particularly good jam session, or a tango across a dance floor with a beautiful woman. And making the beautiful woman happy later, when the tango is over."
Daimon says "Unlike you, I appreciate what I experience in my short time on the Earth."
Mazpatiel says "The first time is an experience. Successive occurances are indulgence."
Daimon says "Successive occurances is a strive to perfection."
Mazpatiel says "A perfect experience?"
Daimon says "An unattainable goal worth working for. The humans do it all the time."
Mazpatiel says "I am aware of this."
Daimon says "The perfect sex. The perfect time through the music."
Daimon says "A goal to attain. It's unreachable, but it doesn't mean the experience of working to it is worthless."
Mazpatiel shakes its head. "Each situation is perfect, as it the details that create the situation. Were the details different, it would not be the same, exact, situation. One
Mazpatiel says "One's concept of the perfect meal may be another's concept of refuse."
Daimon says "It's all the subjective experience. Yes, if you want to argue temporal mechanics, only one experience happens _once_. But if one wishes, one can enjoy many variations on a theme."
Daimon says "You don't have much fun, do you."
Mazpatiel says "No."
Daimon says "I suddenly feel really really bad for you, because you can't ever really be alive."
Daimon says "No offense, but if you don't have much fun, how can you bring it about in others?"
Mazpatiel says "That is not my purpose."
Daimon says "You are an angel, and yet you have no wish to make anyone else happy. Bizarre. Another reason to avoid Heaven at all costs."
Mazpatiel holds up a slim, glowing finger. "I said nothing of happiness. Do you know the happiness of security? The contentment of being /safe/ in a dangerous world?"
Daimon says "I know the happiness from giving people what they really need."
Mazpatiel says "You know of your own happiness."
Daimon says "I know of the happiness of others as well."
Mazpatiel nods. "Then you know there have always been those who wish for nothing further than a warm bed and the sanctity of a predictable morrow."
Daimon shrugs. "Sure. But I like to live life."
Mazpatiel says "Not all would agree with you."
Daimon says "Then I can't fault them of that."
Daimon suspects he's being argued into a corner.
Mazpatiel says "Yet you fault me?"
Daimon says "My impression is that you didn't like anything at all."
Mazpatiel says "A common enough misunderstanding."
Daimon waves his hands. "You don't like to experience. You don't like to have fun. You just like predictability. Consider me baffled."
Mazpatiel shakes its head, almost a sad gesture. "My purpose is to provide, to create impetus towards security. It is not to flit about the ephemera of hedonism."
Daimon grins wryly. "There is nothing wrong with a little bit of hedonism."
Mazpatiel says "For yourself."
Daimon says "For anyone."
Mazpatiel says "It is hardly a requirement."
Daimon says "Is there something wrong with making someone you like feel good?"
Mazpatiel says "I did not say that."
Daimon says "You implied it."
Mazpatiel says "I imply nothing."
Mazpatiel says "You hear implications."
Daimon says "And I hear voices in my head, it doesn't mean I listen to either of you."
Daimon says "Man, you twist around everything I say."
Mazpatiel points out, mildly. "You're resorting to accusations."
Daimon says "Maybe. You seem to imply that there is something wrong with enjoying life."
Mazpatiel says "I stated that I did not feel the need to seek out such enjoyment, myself. Nothing further."
Daimon says "And I think you're missing something."
Mazpatiel says "I will be certain to take that into consideration.,"
Daimon says "Consideration of what?"
Mazpatiel states only "Consideration."
Daimon sighs. "Angels. I need a roadmap."
Mazpatiel says "Mm."
Daimon says "Don't you guys come with 'And so you've met an angel' pamphlets?"
Mazpatiel blinks. It actually pauses for thought.
Daimon says "This is so I can figure this all out."
Mazpatiel says "I've never found it difficult."
Daimon says "You've never been me, I suspect."
Mazpatiel says "Not within recent memory."
Daimon says "It would be hard to, as I've always been me, as long as I can remember. Of course, this also means I can't get rid of me, either."
Mazpatiel says "Of course."
Daimon sighs. "Ah ha. Something more frustrating then the Kyrios."
Mazpatiel says "You find them frustrating?"
Daimon says "Just confusing, although they have the potential to be pretty cool."
Mazpatiel says "Agreed."
Daimon says "They're confusing, but I would guess they probably have a pretty unique view."
Mazpatiel says "Several of them."
Daimon says "All at once. That's the cool part. And can you imagine one in bed?"
Mazpatiel says "No."
Daimon says "Man, I can. It's one of the few times that I'd probably go for the bondage and just make sure I have a safeword and an easy way out."
Mazpatiel says "Ah."
Daimon says "Being imprisoned is bad. Um, hey, come on. It would be an adventure."
Mazpatiel says "I don't doubt it."
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