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[lunchbreaks]

characters: Aziraphale and... you?
location: Miner's Castle #3, or your home, or town square
date/time: Jan 7th-25th ish?
content: Catch-all up to the total blackout event (??? i forgot what this was called again and i just looked it up)
warnings: Extremely fussy angel



It's cold outside (open)
[ Aziraphale took all of the vegetables and the meats and seasonings that Crowley had gotten from the grocery - braved the cold to go retrieve him, bless - and naturally used it to make soup. A lot of soup. Way too much soup. In fact, this is a miraculous amount of soup for the ingredients used, and quite tasty. It helps that it's been bulked up by some sort of grain - rice, noodles, perhaps both. It's not as hearty as a stew, but it manages to fill container upon container.

Which means that, naturally, at your door, stands a snowman-looking being. He has pale blue eyes and frosty eyelashes peeking up over his scarf. He appears to have either fashioned a coat out of a comforter, or just to be wearing one tied around himself, since he looks more marshmallow than human at the moment.

But what is really, really important, is that he is holding an impossibly hot container in his hands. ]

May I come in? I've made some soup for your household.

Let's stay in (closed to Miner's Castle #3 Residents)
[ It's cold outside, so once everyone's in and there appears to be enough supplies for everyone to hunker down for duration of the cold snap, Aziraphale starts to place pieces of fabric or fuzz or whatever is available around the sides of windows, around the edges of doors, to try and fill in the gaps.

He frowns at the sheer amount of items needing covered, wonders if he shouldn't just draw the curtains and tape them shut. Occasionally he'll either enlist the help of one of his housemates, or go check up on them to make sure they're not in need of tea or a blanket. ]

You'll catch cold like that.

[ He'll say this, regardless of how warmly the other is dressed.

Eventually, he might pull out a boardgame from a previous resident, and blow off the dust, set up the pieces, and see if his family would like to stay snowed-in and play. ]

Oh look, yarn! (open)
[ Aziraphale can't knit or crochet to save his life. But what he can do is make frames out of sticks, and wrap the yarn around them to make snowshoes. It doesn't look like this is going to melt anytime soon, or quickly, so he thinks this might be a pertinent venture. If you ask, he'll make you a pair. Or, he'll teach you! ]

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Let's stay in

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley glares. As it is, he has on the scarf and gloves the human soldier person made for him, as well as a leather coat, but he still can't quite get warm.

One of the side effects of being cold-blooded.

He looks at the board game Aziraphale has, and drops down in the chair near the couch, doing something that could loosely be described as 'sitting'.]

So this is a new thing for the afterlife, then? Trapped in a winter wonderland?

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale knows this, which is why he's trying to get Crowley underneath a blanket to stay warm. ]

It would help if you actually sat in the chair, the back will keep you warmer.

And I wouldn't say it's a wonderland. Particularly since there's no sun, so I don't know how the snow is supposed to melt.

--Are we missing pieces to this game?

[worthallthis]

[Since the full moon has passed, Crowley should be capable of eating again. Which means the Soldier is shoving a plate full of grilled cheese (with whatever vegetables/meat combo with the cheese that they've determined Crowley claims to dislike the least) and a mug of cocoa into his hands.]

Eat. It'll help with the cold.

[It helps them, anyway. Aziraphale's plate (with his own guessed favorite sandwich additions) and cocoa gets set in front of him on the coffee table while he sets the game up. The Soldier settles on the couch, one foot curled under them, with their own lunch. Eating and a game... thing. They'll help keep the Soldier from pacing. (They've been doing a lot of pacing. And some slipping out to patrol despite the blizzard. Being caged up like this is not great for their mood.)]

soupsoupsoup

[callada]

[The blizzard has only been raging a day or so but that's enough to keep Rosinante mostly indoors. Stiff winds and bitter cold are things he can withstand if he needs to, but it's not much fun. He'd much rather spend the time reading his newspapers from Pluto, and working on his star charts. This means there's paper of all sorts spread out around the room - the star charts are currently tacked up on the walls wherever Mary hasn't gotten to putting paint on them instead, and one newspaper lies open on his bed.

As is typical, the door to the upstairs room in The Invincible is open, and cigarette smoke drifts out into the hallway. Or, currently, into that very frosty-looking face. Rosinante practically jumps when he hears that voice - he'd been too deep in his labeling and hadn't paid attention. But rapidly he turns to face the door, eyes wide, then nods and beckons him in.]

Yeah, come in! That looks hot, why don't you put that by the stove. You really came all this way just to drop that off?

[He'll say thanks in a second, he's just startled by a lot of what's happening right now. Aziraphale certainly looks like he's keeping himself warm, but who braves this weather just to deliver soup? How is it still steaming as if it has just come straight out of a boiling pot, given what it takes to get through said blizzard and up two flights of stairs?]

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, yes!

Thought I would make something to deliver to everyone around town in the case that they weren't able to, hopefully everyone can stay fed and warm during this storm.

[ He's so dressed up that he has to wobble over to the stove to pour the contents into a pot, and he tracks snow everywhere because he's covered head to toe in it, though he carefully avoids any papers that Rosi has out. He knows how important those papers are. ]

Crowley came home with lots of things to eat, you see, so I thought I might as well make a big batch all at once!

[ He looks behind him and frowns. ]

Oh bother, let me help you clean this up, I've made a mess, very sorry.

[ He grabs a kitchen rag and leans over, and a mound of snow tousles itself out of his snowy white hair. ]

Suppose I should've done this outside!

[callada]

Probably. Uh, here.

[He edges around Aziraphale to the closet and pulls out a broom and dustpan.]

I'll get the stuff that's still frozen if you want to mop up after it.

[Hopefully if he's quick enough he can just sweep all this snow into the pan and dump it into the sink before it completely melts. He's not going to stand and watch while Aziraphale does all the cleaning, that's just rude.]

cold outside

[therewillbeorder]

[Hux didn't like the cold but at least staying inside gave him plenty of opportunities to work on the mouse droids. There were parts and wires scattered all over the house- it looked like a mess but he knew where each thing was. He liked being able to work on something, he never had the time for small personal projects back home. He never got to work with his hands since his duties kept him so busy.

He looked up from his spot on the floor when he heard the knock, pausing in his work. He wasn't sure who would be visiting, slowly prying himself on the floor. He made sure to have his blaster tucked into the back of his belt as he slowly opened the door just wide enough to see who was standing on the outside.

His brows furrowed and he didn't invite the stranger in, wary.]

Who are you? I didn't ask for soup.

Re: cold outside

[lunchbreaks]

Ah, yeth, I fought I'd brin' some anyweh, you know, in case you needed thom.

[ He adjusts the container in his hands and moves his scarf down to better hold a conversation. Seems to be getting in the way. ]

Very cold outside, absolutely frigid, and I'd like that everyone gets something nice and warm to eat.

[ Also, because he'd like to be asked to come in, so he acts out a shiver. ]

Oh, I've gotten ahead of myself, I'm Aziraphale. I live over on Miner's Castle, just a couple streets over.

[ He tries to peek in, expectant on an invitation. Don't be rude, Hux. ]

[therewillbeorder]

What do you want in return? [He didn't invite him in right away, regarding him warily for a few moments.

But there didn't seem to be a threat so far and he realized he hadn't eaten in a while since he had been caught up in his work, fueled only by tea and coffee. He also didn't know how to cook and was living off of basic supplies that he could find in the store that didn't require preparation.

Nothing came for free in his opinion and he wanted to know Aziraphale's angle before letting him in and trusting him enough to take soup.]

soop

[arsarcanum]

[ It just so happens that Sora's sweeping the threshold of the library today! He'll hear the tap at the door and. Uh. He's pretty sure that people don't knock at libraries? That's a little weird. Then again, it is nearly white out conditions out there - surely someone would knock at a library if they're confused and need help, right?

He'll stick the broom under his elbow and brace himself for the inevitable wall of snow and wind, only to find... A walking, talking snowman. Huh. Sora has met at least one (1) of these before. (He sang. It's complicated.)

Of course, Sora has his lamp, so he'll pat around for its handle and raise it to eye level, squinting at this very fluffy individual. Wait a second. ]

Aziraphale? [ ... ] This isn't a household! [ ... ] What are you doing here? [ And he's going to seize Aziraphale by the wrist, if he's so willing, and drag him inside so he can shut the door behind them. Good thing this welcome mat is nice and absorbent. ]

Re: soop

[lunchbreaks]

...Well, it's you and the librarian I guess.

[ Though yes, usually Aziraphale just waltzes into the library like he owns the place, which he feels like he usually accidentally is entitled to doing, since he works so intimately with books.

But it feels odd now, that Sora's here and doing the caretaking, sweeping up and everything, and uh - sleeping, he supposes - in the library. He is happy it's worked out this way, the Librarian needs company and Sora needs a place to care for and the Library could always use some care!

He comes in and shakes off snow until he's slightly more familiar-looking, and tries to pass the container off. ]

Thought they could use some warming up as well, though I don't know if they have allergies, but I don't think so...

[arsarcanum]

[ It's him, the librarian, and the girl living in the rafters, but Sora's not one to split hairs. Sora does remember vaguely that Aziraphale's a book... wrangler? Handler! So the comfort with which Aziraphale bustles in doesn't really surprise him. No, it's the fact that he's here and apparently not, you know, frozen. Or even uncomfortable?

Sora is the opposite of a book kind of person, but he does know not to leave a mess! He doesn't touch the books except to put them away, or get references and THEN put them away. He's not looking forward to leaving the library, but mostly because he's gotten extremely fond of the Librarian and he really can't bear the idea of leaving them alone again. He'll leave the books themselves to the experts!

He brightens at the sight of the soup and accepts it. Hey, wow, it's still warm! That's nice. (No, he has not made any higher level critical thinking jumps.) He is going to attempt to steer them gently toward the Librarian's little counter, though. ]

If you came all this way, you should probably stay a while and say hi. I think they'd like that. Also... I know where you're coming from, but I'm 100% positive that they don't have any food allergies! Seriously. None at all.

cold outside

[freetobe]

[ No amount of bundling up will make Castiel unable to see Aziraphale for who and what he is, though his own face shows some puzzlement over the... garments, as were, when he opens the door.

He does step aside after blinking once, owlishly, at the other angel, and gestures for Aziraphale to enter. ]

Why?

[ No judgment in the question, just open curiosity. Castiel, it seems, does not quite grasp the reason for the gesture. Random acts of kindness that land even vaguely in his vicinity puzzle him. He does not know what to do with them.

Something Aziraphale might notice upon entering is that the house is quite oddly decorated - beyond the various eclectic knicknacks mostly collected and put out by Ellever, the walls and even windows sport red markings; sigils and wards of general protection. Castiel doesn't know if they would help - but he's put them up anyway. And what might easily be mistaken for red paint is, of course, angel blood.

Grace makes these sigils quite potent, after all.

It might be an easy conclusion to see that two people live in the three bedroom cabin: One (mostly) human, and one celestial soldier. There's not a trace in the living space that seems to indicate Castiel lives here, the sigils aside.

Also worth noting: He's still wearing the same suit, tie and trench coat, even inside. The tie is held in place by a nice, simple tie clip, preventing it from flicking backwards as it used to do all the time. ]

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, because it's cold. And even if you're not used to eating or sleeping or drinking, you may end up having to do those things.

I'm not even sure if we can get sick, really.

[ He doesn't want to chance it, but he also just doesn't know. It's very frustrating, having no knowledge of something that you once took for granted. ]

If you don't wish to eat it, I won't be offended.

Did you put all these sigils up yourself?

[ What a dumb question, Aziraphale, who knows that there's exactly two angels and one demon inside this entire town and several witches, but none of them who make these sort of protective staves. Not these specific ones. ]

[freetobe]

[ Castiel thinks, briefly, of cheeseburgers and coffee and alcohol. Of Dean smiling and insisting he partake. Smalltalk with a waitress, before she was killed in an attempt to get at Castiel (successful, her death still lingers on his conscience, guilt a familiar pain he carries all too easily). Bonding over shots with Jo. Insisting he doesn't eat towards Miriam, only to help her prepare a meal anyway.

He'll try the soup. There seems to significance there. ]

This place has strange effects. I'm used to not needing sleep or sustenance, yet here... I preferred partaking on occasion because I wanted to, not because I had to.

[ Still, goes to retrieve bowls.

Two - if the cold affects him, it stands to reason it affects Aziraphale. And Castiel... misses sharing things with angels. Even something as utterly, ludicrously, heart-warmingly human as sharing a meal. ]

Yes. I'm not sure they will be effective here, but thought it remiss not to try. I entertained the notion of testing the devil's trap by inviting your friend, but thought you might disapprove.

[ Hidden in between the lines of those words: Aziraphale's opinion matters, admitted indirectly, carefully.

Castiel puts bowls and spoons on the table. Ellever isn't present, so the second bowl cannot be mistaken for anything other than a quiet invitation. Or so he hopes, at least.

His people skills are, indeed, a little rusty. ]

cold

[dadandgone]

[Given the weather, Maes was not expecting visitors. He had the advantage of teleporting when he wished, but this seemed like a sign to hole up for a bit, study some of his notes, and mull over new possibilities for exploration. The downtown area was far larger than he had anticipated, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to explore that further or leave that to other individuals.

It was in the middle of such thoughts that the knock came. Maes glanced at the fire place, not wanting to part from its warmth, before deciding that the person at the door had to be MUCH colder.

Maes stood up from his couch and walked over. Maes immediately regrets opening the door to the cold. Especially since he does not immediately recognize the snow-covered figure on his porch, but he's also not the type to just leave someone out there.]

Get in here!

[He was so surprised, he didn't even register the second half of that sentence.]

Are you nuts? This is not the kind of weather anyone should be making house calls in!

Re: cold

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, yes! But I quite thought you might be in need of some soup.

[ Aziraphale lets himself be led in and then sheds off all the snow on himself on the entrance rug, making sure this time not to get anything on the floor and track it on the way to the kitchen. He places the container of soup down eventually and opens it to reveal that it's steaming hot, even though he'd carried it from his house. ]

Wouldn't do if any of us starved or got sick from cold, would it?

[ So naturally Aziraphale decided he needed to be the one to check up on everyone. ]

Stay In v 2

[worthallthis]

If they're going to be stuck inside anyway for most of the day, and unable to keep to their previously-regimented schedule, the Soldier figures they might as well corner Aziraphale to work on... a few things. They did make that resolution, after all, and are considering another that a technicial(/angel) might also know something about.

So, shy but determined, they ask after breakfast and after Crowley has wandered back upstairs, "Can I talk to you for a bit."

Re: Stay In v 2

[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale, clearing up breakfast with a miracle and making himself another cuppa, turns his head to look at Bucky with a curious gaze. "Yes, Soldat'?" He does like it when they get a moment to talk together.

It's cold outside

[bunny_suit]

[Hana has been getting around a little bit better over time. It helps that with Riku and Sora's assistance, she's doing better than she thought she would be. She's been trying to heal up and stay in bed as much as she could, but she got restless so easily and it's not like she could play her games here. So every so often, she just took a walk around the cabin just to move a bit.

Hearing the door at a time like this was surprising with the blizzard outside. It took her a bit of time to walk over there, but she eventually made it.]

O-Oh! That's nice of you to do. [Scutching over to the side to let him in the best she can.] Please come inside.

[He looked freezing! Even if he didn't ask, she would have invited him in to warm up a bit, especially since he came to offer some soup.]

Re: It's cold outside

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, it was nothing.

[ But he does allow himself inside to shake off all the snow and place the container of soup somewhere flat. ]

Should heat up quite nicely.

[ Even though right now, for some reason, it's still steaming hot. Does it even need to be heated further? ]

[justcawse]

[At the very least, Akechi lived at the Invincible, so Aziraphale wouldn't have to spend too long in the cold. Of course, by this point he also already knew where Akechi lived. It was still a strange feeling when people came to visit him though; and with food of all things.]

Aziraphale? You came all this way in that weather to deliver soup...?

[He's not turning it down. It's more like he's just surprised... That seems to be happening a lot these days.]

You really didn't have to. It's not the best time to travel right now.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, no it's not, but I wanted to make sure you weren't cold and that you had enough to eat. And I brought some for everyone here, you know, I just thought I'd come deliver yours personally.

Are you alright? Not lacking coats or blankets or anything?

[ It appears that you've been a little bit adopted. Congratulations on this, Akechi. Sorry you didn't know. ]

it's cold outside /so late

[knifecollecting]

[The last thing Jo expects in this weather is a knock on her door. She ventured out early in the storm, but that was a mistake. She's been holed up for the last few days.

Aziraphale may be able to sense the devil's traps at the door and salt at the doors and windows. She's done her best.

She opens the door with a slightly confused expression and steps back automatically to gesture him in.]

You probably shouldn't be out in this.

WHOOPS this got lost in my inbox

[lunchbreaks]

Well, no one should be, but since I already am, I thought that perhaps I might come by and drop off some soup anyway.