Demiurge escorts Daimon to the Brain Reprocessing... er, the hospital.
Daimon says "Oh NO!"
Daimon doesn't wanna go!
Pat says "Yes you do."
Pat says "They'll make you all better."
Daimon says "Do not."
Pat says "Do too."
Daimon says "There's nothing WRONG with me."
Pat says "There's always something wrong. Come along, and we'll take care of everything."
Daimon struggles. "There is NOTHING wrong! I'm telling you, I'm fine."
Pat says "Yes, yes."
Pat says "Come along, now."
Daimon glares at Pat.
Pat glances back, mildly.
Pat says "Happiness is Mandatory, citizen Angel."
Daimon . o O ( Damn Elohite. )
Daimon says "Bah."
Pat says "Are you disagreeing with the priniciples of Dom-I-NIC?"
Demiurge says "Or La-U-RNC, Chief of the Troublesworders?"
Daimon mouths the word Paranoia, and runs for the portal.
Pat says "Damn! He's a traitor!"
Pat bakes Daimon.
Daimon dodges!
Hitherby glances mildly at Pat. "'Damn!', you say? But destroying traitors is a joyous duty, a wondrous chance to serve the one true Heaven."
Pat calls in the MalakBots.
The Malakbots stalk in, dark steel wings flaring behind them.
Daimon tosses on the UnnoticableMan shades in mid-flight.
The Malakbots look around blankly.
Pat looks annoyed.
UnnoticableDaimon runs like hell for the portal.
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Pat spots Daimon, and throws a tacnuke in that direction.
Daimon celestial song of motions closer to the portal away from the tacnuke. *BAMF*
The tacnuke explodes between Daimon and his pursuers. The Malakbots stagger back.
Pat, having forgotten one critical rule of Paranoia, gets caught in the blast and is
disintegrated.
Daimon dives headfirst into the portal. Tuck and roll baby.
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Pat hands Daimon the bong as he comes out of the portal. "Funky, man."
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Daimon staggers out and pulls off his glasses. He takes the bong. "What is this, Pat? Pat?"
Pat says "Yup. Where've you been?"
Daimon sniffs the bong, to make sure that what is in the bong is what is supposed to be in the
bong. Then he peers at Pat. "Multiple universes, man."
Pat says "Whoa. That's pretty whacked out."
Daimon takes a hit on the bong. "Pat, aren't you supposed to be a tight assed hard nosed bad
motherfucker?"
Pat says "No way, little Lilim buddy. That's a bum trip right there, you'll end up like Dominic.
Stalkin' around the planet, looking for 'sinners' and shit like that. Seriously bad karma."
Daimon deals with CreationerPat for a moment in time. "Um, who do you serve, Pat?"
Pat says "Well, ever since the Chief split, I've been working for Eli, y'know? He understood my
confusion and stuff. He said to me, 'Mazpatiel, I know. You don't really understand why your
boss flipped out like that. But it's ok. Come work for me. It'll be cool.' And y'know, it is."
Pat says "Are you just gonna hold onto the bong?"
Daimon hands the bong back to Pat, and deals with this particular weirdness. "Well, Pat, I have
to keep looking for my real home..."
Pat says "Real home? Oh yeah, that multiple universe trip. But you're here! Home at last! C'mon,
Edward's about to start the barbecue."
Daimon says "Er, there's a universe out there that Needs me, you know."
Daimon figures, what the hell, it might be okay to stay a LITTLE while.
Pat grins an Elohite grin. "There's a universe here that Needs you." He winks lewdly.
Daimon says "Um, yeah. Pat?"
Pat says "Yeah?"
Daimon starts looking Pat over for tattoos.
Pat has no tattoos.
Daimon says "I can maybe stay for a little bit, but I really shouldn't hang around."
Pat says "Hey, that's cool."
Daimon shrugs. "Okay, well, BBQ it is. Then I move on."
Pat says "Keen."
Pat thumbs-ups.
Daimon is mildly disturbed by CreationerPat. It's just not... right.
Pat leads Daimon over to the party, copping a feel on the wings.
Daimon tries to move away from copping feel Pat here.
Pat looks hurt.
Daimon looks guilty. "I'm sorry, man."
Pat says "It's never bothered you before."
Daimon says "I've never been, um, felt up by you before Pat."
Pat blinks. "Are you feeling alright?"
Daimon says "I told you, I'm from a different universe. I just came to get a dog and maybe a beer,
and then I'm off again, trying to get home."
Pat sighs. "If you say so, dear."
Daimon says "It's totally true. You saw me come out of that portal."
Pat says "Well, yeah, but it's been a long party."
Daimon says "How long?"
Pat says "Um."
Pat says "I think it's been like eighty years since the ascension."
Daimon says "The ascension?"
Pat says "Well, yeah. Ever since Dominic ran off, Heaven's loosened up. You should know this.
You came up with Andre, remember?"
Daimon blinks.
Daimon says "Andrealphus?"
Pat says "Right."
Daimon says "ANDREALPHUS?"
Pat nods, patiently. "Yes, Daimon. Back where he belongs. The summer of Love, baby." He
smiles and kisses Daimon's cheek. "Thirty years ago."
Daimon stuffs the hot dog down his throat, and says with a mouth full of bun, "I gotta be
goin'."
Pat blinks, eyes wide and mournful. "So soon?"
Daimon lived the 60's. He lived the 60's with Jack. No thanks.
A beautiful Mercurian comes sauntering from the direction of the party, in black jeans and ripped
tshirt, brilliant pale wings curling behind him.
Daimon tries to swallow the hot dog. "You're universe looks fine and dandy, you don't
Need...."
Daimon chokes.
Pat smiles at the Mercurian, waving as he slips an arm around Daimon.
Daimon finishes chewing and choking. "Look, your universe is in fine shape, except for the part
about Dominic going on walkabout. My home universe, though, really Needs me. I think.
Maybe."
The Mercurian smiles back, his grin full of simple affection - enough to make his face beautiful
in itself.
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Pat says "You can't stay a little bit longer? I've missed you."
Daimon is losing this particular battle. Between the beautiful smiling Mercurian Archangel who,
when he last saw him, was pretty nasty, and Pat, this is getting really hard.
Daimon starts backing up toward the portal. "If there was a universe out there that really needed
to be made happy, wouldn't you go and help?"
Pat says "There's always a universe that needs to be happy, dearest Daimonique. Including this
one."
Daimon says "This universe _IS_ happy! You have a continuous Summer of Love!"
Daimon keeps backing up to the portal.
Andrealphus regards Daimon, with a certain sorrow in his eyes. "I understand that you must do
what you feel is Needed, child. But if you can ever find your way back here, for a while - we love
you."
Daimon wows.
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Daimon says "I wish I could take a picture, to take back to my universe to say, hey look at what
can be done, because it can be done, you know."
Pat can't, unfortunately, argue with an Archangel. So he settles for giving Daimon a very thorough
kiss before disengaging.
Daimon wows again.
Andrealphus waves a hand. A camera appears in it.
Andrealphus puts an arm and a wing around Daimon, tossing the camera to Pat.
Daimon just wows more.
Pat catches the camera, and snaps a picture. *click*
The camera whirrs, printing out a photo.
Andrealphus brushes a brief kiss on Daimon's forehead before releasing him.
Daimon wows even more. Wow. This guy fell from THIS? What a poor life decision.
Pat hands Daimon the photo, wistfully.
Daimon peers at the photo, and tucks it into a pocket. "Thanks. Thanks tons. Hopefully, it can
survive the portal."
Andrealphus folds his wings. "I hope so too. Now go, child, before the portal dissolves."
Daimon waves, clutching the photo, and runs for the portal.
Pat sighs, and hugs Andrealphus.
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