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[video] star light star bright

Dear Adstringendum,

I'd like to hold a contest.

You see, we have a starfull of skies, pardon, sky full of stars, but no lore to fill it with. The constellations in my world all tell stories about heroes long fallen, about Gods and Goddesses and immortals and divinity.

I propose we make a little bit of the same for ourselves here!

The rules are simple. Find a constellation from the nighttime- be it the summer or winter sky- and remember and recount for me a 'legend' about that cluster. You can find images of the nighttime skies in old PCD video posts, if you look back.

We're talking about legend here, so any stories you tell should either be a year old at least, or should focus on events surrounding people who are no longer with us, or whose memories have been lost since the events themselves. That, or events that happened a year or so or more ago. I only want secondhand retellings. The stars are about myth, after all.

The winner will get the package of cookies I salvaged yesterday.

I'll start.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was an event in Adstringendum where the streets were patrolled by mean, crusty creatures called gnomes. These dreaded gnomes bossed, and bullied the city dwellers into living in buildings like dormitories for the better part of a week.

Weep and wail as they might, a curfew was strictly enforced, by the dreaded gnomes with their teeth and clubs. Enemy was planted abed next to other enemies, conflict started afresh, and by the end of the week the city was in such cranky, over exhausted turmoil, that the animus in their infinite wisdom flung the gnome creatures into the sky, never to be seen again.

The citizens of Adstringendum were released from their dormitory prison, and all that was left of the gnomes was a small cluster, just there- of stars. If you look close you see the outline of their little pot-bellies.

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[Gabriel is holding up a sign. The sign says very plainly, "I am not speaking until this is over, please kill me. Hey, what about that peanut butter..." This would be awesome if... He remembered Break was blind.

...Luckily, it occurs to him a moment later and he sighs.] Y'know, I'm really sorry about bailing on you the other day.

[His jaw hurts. Holding this grin is actually physically painful.]

And so you should be. Prioritizing a battle between ultimate powers over our peanut butter cookies.

Tsk.

....Was that really all it was?

[Locking this, because.]

Lucifer really, really likes peanut butter, and can usually be defused if you know how to both flatter himself and be convincingly humble in just the right split second window. It was a long shot, but you stood a chance with peanut butter cookies.

A very long shot.

......Where did you learn how to Lucifer-wrangle?

I'm a host. A vessel. Twice over. Lucifer makes the third monster I've 'wrangled.' But after the White Knight, the Mad Hatter, and a trail of corpses that made even Lucifer raise an eyebrow, one begins to learn.

[DAMMIT. HE WANTS TO PROTEST CALLING HIS BROTHER A MONSTER SO BAD. FUCK THIS EVENT.

But all he can do is grin and deal.]

Not bad, bucko. Actually, it's damn near impressive.

But I think the truth is there for anyone who cares to listen.

Come make these cookies. It'll help with the patch-up.

We have gone so beyond peanut butter, Break. Lucifer tried to rip out my Grace. He basically fisted my entire spiritual being. You can't fix that with cookies.

Gabriel, go out on a limb and come talk to me, all right?

I can't make things worse. And at the very least, when the conversation is done, and you still don't want to give them to him, more cookies for you!

...Touche. Fine. Gimme a second.

[...It's quite literally a second. Knock. Knock.]

[Break blinks. He's back at Katara's place today, so it takes a second (actually, ten, since they're into specifics) to come down and answer the door.]

That was fast.

Angels fly, Break. Keep up with the times. [He shoves a bag full of the goods he was supposed to have brought a week ago and strides in.] This is never gonna work. Lucifer's holed up with his slutty queen of mixed signals and doesn't wanna talk to me... I mean, he sent a gift basket, but I don't think it was a "let's forget all of this happened and frolic" basket. More like a "I won't try to gut you where you stand" basket.

What about what happened made him so angry?

[Ignoring him, going to lay baking ingredients out on the counter.]

And stop picking on Jinx when she can't defend herself. If he sent you a basket, then he doesn't want to gut you where you stand- which is more than most people here can say.

I told Rei how to confine him and he hates being confined. She was only supposed to use it if Lucifer couldn't be stopped. She didn't. I came clean. He threw a fit. End quote.

[The comment about Jinx makes him seethe] She picks on me where it hurts. Have you ever had to pull a hot barely-legal girl off you because she's off her head and it'd be really wrong to take advantage of her? [He looks at Break.] ...never mind. The point is, him not wanting to gut me isn't good enough. He's my brother. I took the fall for a human and Castiel and I broke his trust, because... Let's face it, I'm on their side. That doesn't make the whole thing any less painful.

[He snorts, and cracks an egg into a bowl.]

I've had my share of admirers, but no, I haven't had quite that experience before. The whole thing sounds exhausting.

It sounds like you're protecting her, to some extent, by refusing her. Then you're protecting Rei and Castiel by taking the blame for them, since you had a chance of coming out alive and they didn't. You're even protecting Lucifer, in a way, trying to neutralize him rather than destroy him, if he ever were to go off the deep end.

[Gabriel scoffs.] When you put it that way, it sounds so simple.

Simple? It sounds incredibly frustrating. I should be making these cookies for you.

It gets old being the protector, especially when everyone wants you to pick a side. I don't do sides. And I'm gonna be the one eating them, so let's just say they're for me.

Especially since both sides tend to see walking down the middle as being in the enemy camp, hm?

Although Lucifer's reaction seems like it was born of fear rather than reason. You think that cookies aren't enough- but once the terror of being confined again subsides, he's still going to love you as a little brother. As the wound heals, the perceived betrayal should too.

Whoops!

[As flour puffs all over the counter.]

He did make the first move, but, uh... I guess the whole adage, "It's not him, it's me" holds true. He may be sore about me betraying him, but my Grace is bruised. That's my damn hurdle to jump. [He ignores the flour in favor of staring out the window.] Besides, he's got Jinx. And what an adorable couple, they are. [Gag him. This event sucks.]

I actually yelled at him for Jinx. He nearly put me through my kitchen wall, but it was worth it.

[He pads over, and offers the spoon he'd used to mix the batter to Gabriel. That'll help.]

He knew I was right. How is your Grace? Healing? You don't seem as badly off as Raphael was when she came by for tea.

Really? Worth pitching a fit over a bed that girl's willingly lying in?

...Okay, maybe it is. Whatever.

[He huffs] It's fine. And Raphael got the worst of it. She had to go and play the hero on me. ]A beat] Are you just collecting angels?

I just think he shouldn't break his own rules, that's all.

[He smiles at him, beatifically.]

I'm going to get the whole set.

His own rules?

...[That earns an eyeroll] Nice. Omnipotent beings reduced to beanie babies.

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