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ansa vilt í náttini svørtu // catch-all // semi-open
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! ]
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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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!
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[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.]
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[ He leaves the soup on the stove, and it's already starting to steam as he does some wiping up of the liquid.
Odd how hot the soup is for the fact that the container had no snow on it but its carrier is completely covered in the stuff. He brushes the remainder of the snow in his hair into the sink. ]
Are you warm enough, dear?
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Much of the snow makes it into the dustpan as melting clumps, which he hastily shakes out into the sink before it can all melt and get spilled on the floor. He tangles his legs around the broom as he tries to turn around to face Aziraphale and staggers sideways into the countertop in the little kitchenette corner but thankfully not even the force of that stumble is enough to cause the soup to spill or they'd have an even worse problem.]
Yeah. Yeah, we're doing all right. Top floor so all the heat from below comes straight up. Mostly I worry about Mary staying warm enough. I hope she's indoors right now.
[Probably playing with the spirits downstairs or harassing people in other rooms. Or admiring the snow from the stoop, he wouldn't blame her.]
How, um. That soup looks really hot, how did you manage to carry it all the way here?
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[ He really ought to go check on her; it wouldn't be right for him to leave without making sure she's got enough to eat. In fact, perhaps he should've brought ingredients to the communal kitchen. Perhaps he could go on another trip to the grocery, not tell Crowley or anything. He doubts that would be good for his health. ]
And - er, suppose the container works like a thermos? A very good one, yes.
[ And not, you know, he's been concentrating on a miracle to keep everything warm for his recipients. Or anything. That would be cheating! ]
Especially when. Used correctly!
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Well, it's impressive. Looks hard to handle, though I guess with gloves it's not so bad.
[But Aziraphale hadn't been wearing gloves, had he? He glances at the angel's hands, trying to decide if he'd seen them and they'd been shoved into a pocket, or if he was handling that thing without them. If he had been, well. Maybe it's just an angel superpower. They have those, right?]
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Oh, it wasn't so bad. Should I fix you a bowl? You can keep all of it, won't take too long to heat up again. I just don't know how long this storm will last.
[ And he didn't want anyone to go hungry! ]
You do have enough blankets, right? I don't know how much worse this will get.
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[Or until he messages her. She's good about checking her tablet, thankfully. It really does make it easier to let her roam, knowing she also loves getting and replying to messages, and she'll be so glad to hear they were delivered some nice hot soup.]
All good on blankets, and all good on warm clothes. Actually, if you have other people you're planning to drop off things for, I can take some of it for you. I don't mind going out in this.
[Not that he'd want to stay out for long, but hey, being bigger and longer-legged than most definitely helps him make his way through the snow faster without getting too cold.]
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Suppose I'll have to make one.
[ He thinks about it briefly, as if such a thing were possible, and then waves off the thought. ]
It is quite convenient how close everyone is, I must say.
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Yeah, that's why this is such a key defense point even though it has its weaknesses. Lotta people all concentrated here. Have you been over to the village already?
[He said he wasn't going to eat yet, but his stomach does growl. That soup smells really good.]
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Oh, yes, I live in the village so I thought I'd go around there first and then see if I could make the trip. I guess I was sort of delaying in hopes that it would get a little warmer.
[ No such luck, but you know. Angel magic.
He also cuts Rosi off a slice of thick bread, and hands it to him with the bowl. ]
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And as Aziraphale makes his way over, Rosinante reaches for the bowl, but then balks at the bread and shakes his head as he takes the soup with both hands.]
I'll pass on the bread. Not my thing. Thank you, though.
[Having seemingly forgotten that the soup was just practically simmering in its container, Rosinante immediately sticks a spoonful in his mouth, then winces hard as he drops the spoon on the floor in surprise and half-spits, half-swallows its contents over the bowl. Fuck, he always does this but he's too busy fanning his tongue with his abruptly free hand now to be mad.]
Hot.
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[ Aziraphale, who had been wrapping up the bread in some clean cloth to give to the next person, possibly Mary or something, looks up just as the spoon clatters. ]
Are you alright?
No burns?
[ He goes to fetch a cloth to wipe away any mess. ]
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[And the roof of his mouth. But this happens all the time and after a moment he switches to trying to blow on his tongue via exhaling before giving up and just sort of frowning at himself.]
I'll be fine. Just didn't realize it was still that hot. My mistake. You don't have to clean, really.
[It's been one small disaster after another and he sets the bowl of soup down beside him before he can spill that too.]
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[ But also boy it's supposed to be hot, goodness, you're gonna give Aziraphale a heart attack. ]
Is it bad? Do you need cool water?
[ He'll go pour some anyway, just in case. Can't be waiting for Rosi's skin to peel off so that the roof of his mouth can heal up again. ]
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[Would've said no, but Aziraphale is already moving to get it, so he might as well. He takes the glass once offered and has a slow sip. It stings against the burn, but it does help, a little. Maybe. Maybe that's just wishful thinking.]
Thanks. You don't have to stick around, you know, if you have other people you wanted to bring food to.
[Which is to say that he thinks he's holding Aziraphale up, making trouble for him, and he doesn't mean to be. Otherwise he'd invite him to stay and talk a while. Have some of the food he brought himself, if he wants. He likes the angel and doesn't mind his company, he's just feeling like he's the problem here.]
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I'd like to get you settled in with some soup first, if that's alright.
[ Which means that he's going to stay here for a little bit, sorry. ]
Do you have tea? Should I make some?
[ Would you like to be fussed at by an angel all night, because you will be. ]
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I'm ... fine, thanks, the cold water is probably better for now anyway. I'll just wait for the soup to cool. If you want some for yourself, though, there's a tin of black tea in that cupboard above the stove. Should be a strainer in the drawer to the right.
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[ He goes to fetch them two glasses of it. And yes, he's fidgeting, but he always has this sort of nervous energy like he might be doing something wrong.
Hard habit to break. ]
I really do hope this is the coldest it gets here.
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[Adding extreme cold to the problems they already face? It would be more of a struggle than he wants to consider right now. They have enough trouble just keeping up with existing threats.]
I guess that's one benefit to however the portal selects us. Not too many children or elderly who would have to take extra care.
[A few, though. But kids tolerate snow better than older folks do in his experience.]
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I have noticed there is quite the discrepancy of mostly young adults.
Well, and me.
[ In comparison, everyone's a child, but he understands that he's an anomaly. ]
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[Maybe Pluto and her people know more. But then again, why would they know something Robin doesn't? And truthfully he's also just assuming Robin doesn't know. That might be wrong. It's simply been his experience that Robin isn't helpful.]
We need to find out more about the portal itself, somehow.
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[ He'll gloss over the bit about Stone, who's only like two or three hundred, that's not too old. ]
We can't even get to the lighthouse. I think we'd need to, in order to see it.
[ He assumes that's where the portal is. ]
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[But that sure doesn't make it any easier for them to reach, clearly, because:]
Stone and Bodhi tried to fly there, but something knocked them out of the sky. Killed them both instantly.
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--How are Pluto and the others able to come in unharmed? We have to ask next time they come back.
I suppose we have to go by water.
[ Rosi this is the part you tell him you tried. ]
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