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Date: August 11, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: Tadfield Manor
Summary: The Voice of God shows up to claim his new job.


The paperwork in Heaven was clearly more backed up than the Metatron had previously assumed, as it had taken a day or so for the response to his application to appear in his inbox. Nonetheless, "immediately" meant immediately, so he set down the speech he was trying (read: "failing") to compose and left for Tadfield Manor.

The cloud of golden flame that appeared on the front lawn of the manor was relatively small, considering. The angel adjusted his tie and smoothed down the jacket of his immaculate white suit as the last licks of fire disappeared from his arms and legs, taking care that none of the grass surrounding him caught on fire. He frowned and pushed open the door, walking slowly into the lobby with the air of one unsure that the muscles in his legs would, in fact, actually work.

The front desk -- this was where he was to work, then? -- seemed rather empty of human (or otherwise) life. He turned his frown on that for a moment before alighting upon a possible solution to his problem. Carefully, he rang the bell bolted to the desk and drew back to wait.

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[sister-mary-laq.livejournal.com]

Sister Mary looked up from the two men when she heard the bell. She excused herself and walked out into the Lobby.

Oh, she thought, this one is definitely of Angel stock. She repressed a giggle. Clearly he was rather new to his body. She had grown rather adept at noting these things now that she had a staff full of otherworldly Beings.

This could only be one person. Finally, her Front Desk help was here!

"Welcome to Tadfield Manor...er- ... Metatron? Is that what you'd like me to call you?" she asked carefully. After all, it wouldn't be good form to offend the Voice of God.

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The Metatron turned quickly upon hearing someone approach, narrowly avoiding tripping over his own feet in the process. Nearly six thousand years of very rarely visiting Earth had made the angel admittedly rather uncomfortable in a human body. Still, he held out a hand for Sister Mary to shake.

"The Metatron is fine, really. It is my name, after all. You are?"

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Sister Mary gripped the lovely hand that had been offered to her, this time giggling aloud. Oh, it just wouldn't do to laugh at this one, she knew! But she couldn't help it. His hand felt positively wonderful in her own and she knew she was probably on the receiving end of a blast of angelic energy that the poor man-shaped Being wasn't even aware of sending. She sighed and relished in the euphoria.

"Oh, please call me Sister Mary. Everyone else does," she finally said, sounding dazed even to her own ears.

So, Metatron," she began slowly. "Let me give you a tour. I'll show you the Front Desk and the little office behind it - this will be your domain. And then, right through those lovely old wooden doors is the bar and the restaurant. Down that hall for quite a ways is the Hospital Wing- sadly, I think it might not get much use as a spa. And I can show you several suites- you can choose the one you'd like, of course. All full-time employees have their own quarters here at the Manor," she finished dreamily.