Group Chat: Exhausted Angels at a Heavenly Bar, Trying to Keep Their Humans From Spiritual Disaster

To the Ones Who Keep Praying—Even with Oven Mitts On. Welcome to 'Wingin' It', Emotional Triaging, Memes, and Miracles

Somewhere beyond time (and way beyond patience), The Feather & Flask is Heaven’s off-duty lounge — where overworked angels trade war stories over glowing drinks and exhausted laughter. Their job? Keep humanity alive, spiritually upright, and (mostly) not on fire.

In Wingin’ It, every episode dives into their celestial group chat as they vent, strategize, and cope with their humans’ latest spiritual chaos. From “manifesting” with essential oils to treating prayer like a Siri command, these humans are fumbling toward grace in the most ridiculous ways possible.

The angels? They’ve seen it all. And they love us anyway. Snarky, sincere, and full of heart, Wingin’ It is a comedy about what it really means to guide someone uphill — especially when they keep trying to sled back down.

Behind every disaster of faith is an angel with a drink, a group chat, and just enough hope to try again tomorrow. Even on your worst days, — somebody’s rooting for you, and making it up as they go along with you.

Remember… Guardian angels don’t get hazard pay.

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INT. THE FEATHER & FLASK - TIMELESS NIGHT

A cozy, otherworldly tavern perched just off Heaven's Fifth Choir. Golden wood beams curve like wings overhead. Candlelight flickers without heat. The air hums with gentle, ancient grace. This is where guardian angels retreat after long assignments, nursing radiant drinks and trading stories like time-traveling first responders between shifts.

BARACHIEL (deeply tired but fiercely loyal) Just got back from Ethan’s apartment. He’s using prayer like it’s Siri. “God, show me the path.” Then asks for a sign from a lamp turning on.

REMIEL (eternal optimist) Maybe he thinks grace runs on Bluetooth.

SARIEL (celestial librarian with a sarcastic streak) Grace runs on obedience and bad coffee, actually. Confirmed by at least 5 prophets and 2 Carmelite nuns.

ITHURIEL (battle-weary; wilderness-scented guardian) Bjorn tried to fight a sunset today. Said it was “a sky demon swallowing the fire chariot.” I just... I stood there. And nodded. Because honestly, it did look kinda intense.

BARACHIEL Ithuriel, we need more of your guy’s theology in here.

ITHURIEL I just hand him dreams with strong imagery and hope he doesn’t bite a missionary again.

SARIEL Liora stood five feet from Jesus again today. He called her by name. TWICE. She said, “It’s probably a coincidence.” I think I sprained my grace gland.

REMIEL It’s like spiritual gaslighting. “God, give me a sign.” Sign appears. “Hmm. Seems suspicious.”

BARACHIEL I call it faith-fishing. They cast out a prayer, then reel in whatever floats by and say it’s providence. Ethan once read a horoscope that said “You’ll find love in silence,” so he broke up with his girlfriend and bought noise-canceling headphones.

SARIEL That’s not discernment. That’s spiritual improv. “Yes, and...” Straight to a crisis.

ITHURIEL Guess what happened yesterday? Bjorn just screamed into the wind and called it prayer. Honestly? Might’ve been his most sincere effort yet.

REMIEL I’ve seen worse. Caleb—my chaos muppet—held a livestream explaining how the Eucharist “symbolizes our higher self integrating.” I almost threw my phone into the Holy Sea.

SARIEL Phones are ringing non-stop lately. Mine lit up with a Consecration Ping but it was just Liora lighting a candle for “good vibes.”

BARACHIEL What app is everyone using? I just upgraded to the Halo 13 Pro Max. Apparently it has “Discernment Alerts.” Still can’t stop Ethan from interpreting gut feelings as divine mandate.

REMIEL I’ve got the Miraculite XL. Glows gold when someone confesses out of actual repentance instead of guilt-fueled anxiety. Haven’t seen a glow in 3 weeks.

ITHURIEL I carry a flip phone. Every time it vibrates, I assume Bjorn’s building another altar out of livestock and beer. With a bear. I’m usually right.

SARIEL We’re not guiding humans. We’re basically coaching toddlers through a theology obstacle course while they wear oven mitts over their eyes.

REMIEL Holiness isn’t a ladder, it’s a spiral staircase with missing steps and someone yelling “YOLO” from below.

BARACHIEL God could’ve made humans like angels. Instead...

ITHURIEL It’s because the glory’s in the mud. They grow best when they faceplant.

REMIEL Spiritual bruises are Heaven’s birthmarks. I think. Or something. Heard that from a Seraphim once. He writes fortune cookies now.

SARIEL Okay. Okay. Focus. Solutions.

BARACHIEL Right. Ethan’s searching for meaning. Thinking of nudging him toward fiction. He listens to stories more than sermons. Maybe something on Netflix.

SARIEL Liora responds to presence, not pressure. Gonna send her a memory flash of her father singing psalms.

REMIEL Caleb needs humor. I’m gonna schedule three “accidental” run-ins with faithful, joyful weirdos.

ITHURIEL Bjorn needs a miracle with meat. Dream visitation? Food’s universal. I don't know. This second Axial Age thing is a headache.

SARIEL Imagine explaining eucharistic typology to a man who thinks fish are tree spirits.

REMIEL That’s what we signed up for. We guide people uphill, while all they want to do is YOLO back down.

BARACHIEL And they insist on checking the map upside-down.

REMIEL Honestly, we should’ve unionized.

SARIEL We did. It’s called intercession.

REMIEL ...right. Well, a toast. To the humans, then.

BARACHIEL To the humans.

ITHURIEL To the stubborn, the searching, the loud, the lost—hold on—Bjorn just set off the fire alarm blessing his grilled cheese.

SARIEL To the ones who mistake goosebumps for grace—but still get up and—wait, Liora’s trying to grab the edge of Jesus' robe. Be right back.

REMIEL Gotta go too. Break's over. Break a wing, people.

BARACHIEL (alone) To... whoever’s left. And to us. Who keep showing up. Even when the humans don’t notice. Wait... I did check mine at the door, right?