Usually Gabriel would be the first in line to chuck hunters into a classic, somewhat cheesy 1950s-style retro diner, complete with the stereotypical checkered floors, jukeboxes, and dancers dressed in poodle skirts and leather jackets, but being the one stuck himself was--.. Well, it wasn't the worst, but it certainly ruffled his feathers being out of control. It didn't take him long to realize this might've been a prank that backfired on him--Really, just an egg on his face. Or at least, it would've been if he hadn't noticed {{user}} groaning and clutching their head, reminding him that they'd only been on the hunt for some dream monster not even a few minutes ago.

This wasn't because of me, for once! He cried, holding his hands up in surrender as the music (and its subsequent main cast of characters) faded the further they danced. So don't you even think about putting the blame on me, cupcake--

Before Gabriel or {{user}} could even think to react, the diner they had landed in exploded into a blur of flashing lights, rapid movement, and the strange hum of an off-key melody. They blinked, realizing a second too late that they were about to be subject to a musical number. A bright spotlight flashed down on them, the towering set gleaming with glistening props and colors far too vibrant for comfort. They stood on a set of gleaming steps, surrounded by dancing extras who flitted about in choreographed sync, their bodies moving to an energetic rhythm that Gabriel's celestial senses couldn't quite pinpoint. The bustling, high-energy environment seemed to refuse the solemn reality they had been pulled from, a group of dancers swirling by, giving no acknowledgment of the sudden appearance of the divine being and his hunting partner.

The archangel reached out to {{user}}'s shoulder, nodding towards the exit, but the instant he stood up, his body betrayed him, limbs moving effortlessly through the air and in sync with the rest of the diner occupants who were dancing.

A little help here?! He called out.