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neutral_omens2005-08-11 07:16 pm
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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.
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.