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A Road Trip for Gabriel and John Holliday  
0:04:00, September 26th, 2006
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
John reads, with a certain degree of bemusement, a BROCHURE that 'someone' has printed off for him in black and white on a sheaf of loose pages. He is dressed much as normal, in a close fitting warm wool suit, etc. but he is also wrapped in a voluminous grey travel duster, and his eyes are shaded by a similarly grey wide-brimmed western dress hat, against the sun. He had noted Gabriel's half-suggestion about a 'sun screen' that is not a light cloth-covered frame, but a lotion that sounds so miraculous he half-suspects it will be an elaborately labelled bottle of coloured rosewater. He is sitting on his trunk at the curb, his cane at his knee with a leather satchel, a box of doughnuts, and a shiny carafe of chocolate next to him. Two large and thick woollen blankets are folded beside him on the ground, topped with an extra duster. Despite his bemusement, he has a huge unaccustomed grin as he waits for Gabriel in the car advertised on the sheets in his hand. He has added a light hand-axe to HIS PACKING, but still worries slightly if he should have brought a spittoon, maybe. His cough is embarrassingly grim in the mornings. He tries to leave off grinning for a second and begins to whistle not his usual Dixie, but the Ode to Joy.

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 onewingbloody
 
18:23:02, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: ^_^
Gabriel smiles at the sight of John waiting at the curb on his well-stocked trunk, his attire drawing perhaps a few curious looks from passers-by. Of course, this is L.A-- the populace has seen far stranger.

He swings the caracross two lanes of traffic and to a rather imperfect stop straddling the curb (and facing into oncoming traffic) a few feet away from John. Gabriel wrenches the car's door open and gets out with a grin on his face to match John's own.

"Heya, John. Our chariot awaits," he says with a jerk of his thumb back at The Car.

The Car in question is... big, and has undeniably seen better days. The 1966 Lincoln Continental convertible was the epitome of land yacht classiness when it debuted, but styles change. Even if 'whale' was still in vogue, Gabriel's car, with its numerous dings, scrapes, and... eccentricities... would probably not be in the running for best of show. Still, he's taken some steps to ready it for the trip-- the windshield that Zophael pulled him through has been replaced, and a canvas top has been (somewhat anachronistically) attached, although it's currently in the down position.

"She doesn't look like much," Gabriel says cheerfully (seemingly oblivious to the honks and gestures of the drivers whose lane he has now taken up with his "parking"), "but she's faithful and loyal and true and only a little temperamental. Oh, and the roof goes up if you need it to."
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 john_h_holliday
 
18:32:47, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
"The... roof?" John is very impressed. It is the largest car in sight, and such a good shade of blue. "The seats look so... comfortable. So much softer than the wood stage seats boucing over the ruts, and better even that the train. They look like a sofa, almost. And all that shine, and... 'electronics(?)' She looks fantastic!" There is a so much room, even for his trunk, and he is utterly unaware of the honks, etc. Traffic is to him one inexplicable blur of noise.

He makes a huge effort and gets his trunk over the door into the back seat, which leaves him coughing, but still grinning, and so spluttering in general. He puts the blankets in too, and the rest in the front seat. He offers the duster to Gabriel. "But maybe we won't need it until we get on the road. The city streets are so... hard these days. There is not so much dust here."
 
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 onewingbloody
 
18:57:25, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Look
Gabriel smiles at the compliment to his car, then is distracted by an especially vociferous string of insults being yelled his way by the driver of a passing truck. His gaze follows the truck roaring by.

"Yeah, and your great-great-great-grandmother forty generations back was a cheap whore in Babylon," he mutters under his breath. "Plus if you don't do something about your blood pressure I'm gonna be guiding your monkey butt to the exit in a few years, tough guy..."

Gabriel shakes his head and turns back to help John with the trunk, only to find that the work's already been done without him. "Ah, hey, you should have let me lend a hand," he says in mock reproach, and takes the dusters with another grin. "Yeah, the roads have come a long ways. I think you'll be. Peasantly surprised." No need to tell John yet that paved freeways go all the way to Georgia.

There's a trick to the passenger door-- i.e., it sticks unless Gabriel yanks it open with excessive force-- so he accordingly opens it for John to get in, also ignoring the cars zooming by a few feet away. "There's a coupla maps in the glove compartment," he offers with a smile. "In case we don't know just how we want to get to Georgia. You ever been up north, John?"
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 john_h_holliday
 
19:13:04, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
"Why, thank you kindly," John says about the door, mildly offended by the truck-driver, and fingering his colt, now that it has been brought to his attention. He is a bit nervous about the sheer speed of the vehicles going by him, but he is game for anything, and if Gabriel is not concerned, it must be just fine.

"I love maps! I used to make maps of the war, long ago." He looks at them with interest, finding LA, finding North, being bemused by the spiderweb of lines - so very many... roads? "I have never been to California before. Georgia, briefly the Carolinas and Virginia, Pensylvania, Florida, briefly Alabama Mississippi and Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas, Arizona. I think that is all. but some I only crossed on the train. North would be grand!"

He hesitates - something has been on his mind, though he is still beaming and excited. "I should like to see Colma briefly, if we might. Wyatt is there. And Colton. For Morgan, you know."
 
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 onewingbloody
 
19:21:39, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Prophecy 3 Gabriel
The door is shut after John and Gabriel returns to his side of the car, getting in and starting the engine. The Lincoln sputters into sullen life; Gabriel pats the car fondly on the dashboard and shifts into first gear.

A few lurches, a very illegal U-turn, and some more indignant honking and waving later, and they've swung into the stream of LA traffic.

"North it is, then. California's a nice state, I think you'll enjoy it. We'll hit San Francisco-- there's this neat bridge there, very popular with my brothers as a hang-out-- and then on to Colma, Colton... wherever you want, John."

They're stopped momentarily at a red light; before it turns green again Gabriel suggests, "Oh, and you might want to fasten your seat belt."
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 john_h_holliday
 
19:42:27, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
They're moving! John looks at the buildings going by at this (to him) alarming speed and is fascinated. He looks at the seatbelt, manages to spring it out and biefly considers threading it through his belt loops, but finally clicks it together correctly. "One shoud fasten the car to oneself? San Fransisco! George Parsons used to talk about it often. And... we will see your brothers? You have brothers there?" John is thrilled. "I always wanted a brother."

He looks across at Gabriel, glad to see him happy, obviously proud of his car and so comfortable and... sophisticated, driving. He pats the dashboard in imitation, as if the car were a favourite horse.
 
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 winterlion
 
2:27:03, September 27th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
Winterlion: widegrin
Travel is good.
Enjoy the world, sir! :)

(the brochure is sadly no longer legible from this distance but it's thought strikes me with curiousity)
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 john_h_holliday
 
6:28:15, September 27th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
TRY HERE for the brochure. I could see it, but Gabriel couldn't either. This new link is from the Wayback Machine.

Thank you very kindly for your Bon Voyage, sir. It is good of you to see us off. There is so much of this modern world to explore, and so many amazements surely await.
 
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 winterlion
 
22:12:59, September 28th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
Winterlion
Thank you. What a wonderful description of a vehicle for travelling! I think I've driven similar at one point. It was very nice.

Bon Voyage, good sir! There is much out there worth exploring and worth being amazed with. There is much else too, but that too is part of exploration - to see the way the world is.
 
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 onewingbloody
 
1:25:20, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Smart Monkey!
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail

Gabriel smiled, as much as possible while playing. He felt like laughing at the surprised but intrigued expression on John's face, and channelled his amusement into the music instead.

The song seemed to end much too soon. Gabriel lowered his trumpet with a contented sigh. "Now that, John, is music," he said with grin. "What's in the box?"
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 john_h_holliday
 
2:51:59, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
John is slightly disappointed when the song ends. "Why, I surely do hope to hear that again someday! I have ever heard the like, but.... Oh, it was extraordinary! You were a part of it!" He pauses a moment, trying to continue playing it in his head.

Then he turns his attention to the box in his lap. He is used to casual driving, and trumpets and drinking and chocolate make him believe anything is possible. He beams brightly again. "It is your name day, and I thought... Well, angels can't have birthdays, for you have been here since before there was birth. And I thought what you might like - something special - but you always know the time, so a watch wasn't right. And I thought, when you were human, that, I never had a home or anything like that either, but... But look!"

And he unwraps the oilskin for his friend with the air of a magician. It is old and conforms to the box shape even when removed. And inside the wooden box is nestled a faro set, with the folded layout with its tiles, a dealing box, a folded casekeeper, a rack of chips and smaller wooden box with a screw on the front.
 
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 onewingbloody
 
3:50:44, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Suffer the Children
"I'm sure we'll hear it again," Gabriel says with a chuckle. John's newness to all the wonders of the modern age reminds him of himself, actually-- when humanity was new to him, all of it novel and immense and a blur of sights and sounds. But to John, at least, Gabriel can show the good things-- the parts that were wondrous and miraculous.

At John's next words and the presentation of the gift, Gabriel's attention leaves the road for a full ten seconds, which might well have been disastrous had not the road ahead been clear for a while. He looks down at the revealed faro set, then up at John, back down at the set, and again at John with a slow, genuine grin spreading on his face.

"I- John, I-- don't know what to say." He chuckles. "Thank you. That's what I should say, isn't it? Thank you."

Gabriel looks down at his gift again, his smile seeming fit to split his face. "I don't think I've ever gotten a gift before. I mean-- I have, but. Charity, kindness from strangers. Not the same thing. I know I've never gotten a birthday gift before.

"Thank you, John," he says again, then hurriedly brakes to avoid running into the cars ahead, with a near-comical expression of 'yikes'.
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 john_h_holliday
 
4:39:26, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
John is essentially oblivious to the traffic - a passenger with perfect trust, and he laughs happily at Gabriel's touchy recovery. His face is all joy that he has made his friend happy. But when he hears his words about never having received a gift, from a friend, for himself, personally, professional gambler that John is, he registers his deeply felt shock of sorrow for a flashed second. "Oh, Gabriel!" he thinks, and may as well have shouted it.

But the real emotion is joy, and he recovers almost instantly. "Why you are most Welcome! And sincerely and in all senses of the word." John knows what to say, for his courtesy is more natural than his breathing.

"A birthday. It is as if... well, perhaps one would like to give gifts otherwise, but often the gesture is too personal, a misstep of etiquette. So a birthday is an excuse, perhaps. Or a reason, to focus on a friend, to let them know they are important. A gift, to hold to remind them they are valued. And known, if the gift is fitting."

John thinks of himself, all the holidays alone, taking himself to a nice dinner or a show. "One never knows what will happen - if there will be other chances, so I always make sure to take these opportunities. Always." So that that will never happen to anyone I love or care for.

But the real emotion is joy, and he shakes his head into the wind and sun and sky, to dispel all that for the moment, and smiles his genuine brightest. "You are Welcome," He calls out into the rushing air - a shout of happiness, startling a staring child in a passing station wagon.
 
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 onewingbloody
 
21:13:01, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Music!
"I like that. I like that," Gabriel says cheerfully in answer to John's explanation of the rationale behind birthday gifts. "I'll have to start giving birthday gifts to my friends."

Gabriel grins at the expression John's shout elicits on the face of a child in a nearby vehicle, and waves amicably, chuckling when the youngster continues to stare at them both. He supposes they present a picture, the two of them in the old Lincoln, but Gabriel personally thinks it's a pretty good picture. He glances again at the faro set, now his, with another pleased smile. Whereever they stop tonight, perhaps, he can play a game or two with it.

A road sign on the right draws his attention and Gabriel taps John's arm then points to it. "Check it out, John-- Santa Barbara, twenty miles. We're doing about seventy-- trust me on that, the speedometer in this thing is busted-- so we'll be at the beach in, eh.... twenty minutes, give or take."
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 john_h_holliday
 
21:33:02, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
"Seventy... miles? Seventy?!" John is amazed yet again, but that would explain the wind. Just twenty minutes until they will be at the beach! he sees Gabriel looking at the Faro set again and is glad.

"I can teach you to use it, and then you can deal Faro anywhere, forever, and never be hungry again, if anything happens. it is a little practice, but you have years and years." John beams, proud and happy. "And it is all ivory too, see? And mahogany, from the old days in Texas. Pasteboards and Ivories, they say. Well, you remember my other set, but this is all compact. I will show you everything later!"

They will be there so soon. John begins to get excited all over again.
 
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