Where Angels Dare to Trod

[unfallen]

Islington is walking along the ship.  It is a steady pace.  But slow.  If people didn't know better, It would like like It was floating or gliding.  If you run, It will walk.  If you stop, It will continue Its pace.  Never changing, never pausing.  As if by walking, it can change something about this place.

It's garments seem to be made of light itself.  As It goes along, It is humming an ancient tune: The Lyke Wake Dirge (As sung by Benedict Cumberbatch)

And that's the interesting thing about this particular Angel: It seeks neither to offer help nor the counsel of others. It is simply walking.  Perhaps It is measuring the ship, perhaps It is weighing the integrity of the people gathered.  Whatever the reason, It continues on Its journey.  Simply walking....

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[student_lighter]

Was it Chris's imagination.....or was that guy hovering? It wasn't exactly like hovering, there were no orbs at his feet. But it was basically hovering. Only this guy made it look creepy as hell. After watching the guy, well, walk, Chris ran up and caught up to him, walking along side.

"Normal people walk. You know, use their legs. Tends to attract less attention. Unless your goal is to creep everyone here out. In which case, well done. But you might want to tone it down."

Seriously, how could this guy make hovering creepy? Talent.

[unfallen]

Islington raises an eyebrow at the child. But then smiles with something akin to pity.

"Oh I am walking."

With that, he raises the garment just a touch so that Chris can see, he does have feet and is walking. His feet are bare.

[student_lighter]

Oh great. That look.He'd seen that look on his brother's face growing up. Wyatt thought of Chris kind of like a chew toy he could abuse and put back together again--because a chihuahua couldn't exactly stand against a doberman. So Chris glared. He was good at that.

"Normal people walk with their feet on the floor. Also, for the record, normal people wear shoes. You don't exactly fit in."

[unfallen]

"Well, there is a simple explanation for that. I'm not a person. I am an Angel.'

It just looks... peaceful. But in the same way it walks. Which is peaceful in not an altogether human way.

"I am the Angel Islington."

[student_lighter]

"Yeah. I know, I got that part. Well, not your exact name, since I don't actually know you, but the Angel thing. Hovering isn't exactly subtle." And wow. That look. That was totally the look Leo got when he'd been meditating Up There. It was both peaceful and creepy in a Stepford Wives sort of way.

"I'm Chris Halliwell, a Whitelighter. Do you know what's happened to you?" Next time he was totally sending Piper to deal with Islington duty. If this was going to become a thing. At least she married one.

[ancientstalker]

"Computer, input code B235 into program Lantea 1."

A voice comes from outside Holodeck 4, and turning the corner will reveal a man holding a crystal-like object, wires going from it into the control panel of the screen that runs the holodeck.

Well, whatever it is, it looks unauthorised. And the man stood there? He only gives Islington the barest of glances.

[unfallen]

The Angel is unsure what the man is doing, but it doesn't seem out of place in Its opinion. After all, in London Below, all sorts of strange and interesting things happened. Though the crystal-like object does catch Its attention.

Well, bright, shiny object, who could resist. So Islington stops and watches what the man is doing with great interest.

[ancientstalker]

The crystal doesn't seem to do much. Occasionally, there's flashes of light through it, emerging from one of the cables, but, otherwise...

Orlin keeps working, but after about five minutes... "May I help you?"

[unfallen]

"Help? Not in so many words."

It gestures to the crystal.

"What is that object and what is it for?"

Because shiny. It likes shiny.

[ancientstalker]

"It's a data crystal. It's used to store information."

It doesn't look Federation-standard, whatever it is. He continues his work as he responds, fingers dancing over the LCARS display.

[impossibilities]

Grainne was walking along on her way to the arboretum, when she passed by a rather strange man walking along the corridor. Something about him set goosebumps along her arms, a pause, and she turned to look over at him. Was it a man? That was the impression she had, but the clothes were strange, and he was just walking along, and she can't remember why she had the impression of, well, anything.

It felt odd enough, her curiosity grew. He didn't seem like magic. It could have just been the oddness of everything. Tentatively, she sent a tendril of magic merely to have a look.

[unfallen]

Well, it wouldn't be the first time. Depending on how her magic works, she wouldn't learn anything by using it on the Angel. Not that it would bounce off of It like hitting some kind of forcefield, no. The magic would just - disappear? Fade away? Hard to say, does it go through the Angel and continue on forever, or does it get absorbed by the Angel? Possibilities are endless.

[impossibilities]

Alarmed, Grainne blinked. It was rather rude for the most part just to walk up to someone and ask what they were, but that was by modern standards. Her Servant senses also told her nothing, and at least with Gandalf she had picked up something, enough to make her think he was one of the Tuatha de Dannan.

"Excuse me..." She called out, wondering if she weren't poking a rather large boar, but then she had always been a curious woman in life. "It might be a bit impertinent, but are you human?"

[unfallen]

It smiles and chuckles. "No. I am an Angel. A Guardian Angel, to be precise."

It pauses in thought. "Though I can see why you might confuse me for one."

It really can't. But It will play this game for now.

[impossibilities]

She looked quite confused for a moment or two, then "Oh, one of those beings from the Christian and Jewish lore. I asked because most humans do not seem to be a magic vacuum, and I didn't wish to presume... That is rather interesting, I've never met an angel, though I suppose it was inevitable they exist somewhere in the multiverse." It explained why she had been pinged as something was not quite the usual. "Nice to meet you."

[heartofasun]

Trance was on her way to the arboretum. Technology had its place,and could provide the plants with everything they needed, but light, real light was something you couldn't replace. And she liked taking care of the plants, almost as much as she liked taking care of other organics. Plants were nicer though.

She enjoyed walking. It was a simple thing, an act she need not mimic, but calming. Fun almost. One foot in front of the other. Catching up to Islington, she gave the being a nod, and a smile. A polite smile, hidden behind lies and manipulation.

She currently appeared as a young woman, her skin glittering in shades of gold and yellow, her long red hair in dreadlocks down her back. And she positively glittered. In actuality it was almost like she was made up of pieces of different races she had seen along the way, strung together like a puppet. An Avatar.

If Islington could see through the facade, if it could see through the illusion, all that made up Trance was light. Scorching,but contained. An orange dwarf star wrapped into the illusion of a woman, although she was as genderless as Islington.

[unfallen]

To say Islington could see through the façade would be inaccurate. But It could tell she is not what she appears.

It tilted Its head, trying to understand the creature before It. "I am not the only one who enjoys a stroll, it would seem."

[heartofasun]

"It clears my mind sometimes." Especially since she promised Captain Picard and Dylan that she wouldn't make too much of a mess. And turning into a miniature sun in the aboretum seemed like the best compromise. As opposed to playing a game of cosmic Go with Q. So, she would play his game for a while. Until she got bored. This universe wasn't nearly as fun as hers. And she still had plans. Things that needed to be done. The Perfect Possible Future.

[unfallen]

"Meditation. It is a lost art in an age of such technology."

It gestures around them. To mean not just the ship, but the entire time period.

[heartofasun]

"Not lost. Not if you know where to look." Trance had studied this universe. Watched it grow. It was not unlike her own, or the many other universes at her fingertips. Metaphorically speaking. It was useful.

[itmeanstruth]

It's a good night for walking, or in Minoru's case, running, swinging, flipping, moving through corridors any way he pleased now that most of the people were gone. He was on his way to the holodeck for some training with his snake summons when he rounded the corner and nearly hit the angel.

(He was literally walking upside down on the ceiling at the time...)

He mostly dodged the other man, but still dropped to the floor when he jumped.

"Woah. Sorry about that!" he smiled as he rolled upright.

[unfallen]

Cue a vaguely surprised expression. But mostly It's just curious.

"Is it common for you to... run on the ceiling?"

Because this is honestly the first the angel has encountered it.

"If so, then I have been walking incorrectly and I should apologise."

[itmeanstruth]

"Oh, that..." Minoru stood and scratched his head. His goofy grin definitely meant that no apologies were needed. "No, you're walking just fine. It's a training exercise for chakra control."

... An explanation which might necessitate even more explanation.

Ship security had already made a habit of telling Minoru to get down from just about anything. But on this deck, not many people were awake at this hour, so he had a little more freedom to just move.

"I'm Minoru, by the way. I don't think I've seen you before."

[unfallen]

"Islington. And I haven't met many people yet. I have... how did that put it? I was brought here, recently."

The Angel doesn't particularly care. It heard that It is behaving correctly, so that is enough.

[itmeanstruth]

Minoru nodded politely, happy to meet someone new.

"It sounds odd, but a lot of people just appear here." He used the word 'people' as an all-inclusive term, as many species from just as many worlds found themselves dropped onto this ship via Q. "I used to think I got here through the same portals I always use, but I'm not so sure anymore."

He paused for a moment, and then asked, "Where are you from?"