lunchbreaks: (look at me now、 will i ever learn?)
ଘ 𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕖 ([personal profile] lunchbreaks) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2020-01-11 11:24 pm

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! ]
callada: (recuerdos de su condición)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-13 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
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.]
callada: (ahora empiezo a retratar)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-13 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[It is indeed odd, and he has so many questions.

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?
callada: (dress best in boldly-striped sweaters)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-14 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He shrugs in response. All he can do is hope. He tries to guide her, but she's got a spirit of her own and he can't police her every action. Sometimes kids do stupid things and get into trouble. That's how they learn. She probably can't go too far in weather like this anyway, even if she did try to go out - but probably, hopefully, she really is just in another room.]

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?]
callada: (se siente bien estar aquí)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-14 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll get some when I'm ready. Should be enough to split it with Mary, anyway. I'll wait until she gets back.

[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.]
callada: (dress best in boldly-striped sweaters)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-16 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Sure just make pots, easy. Too bad they don't have clay and a kiln. Rosinante's not sure whether it's a joke or not, so he smiles. It's the best neutral response when you just don't know what else to do.]

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.]
callada: (2hot2handle)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-17 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Embarrassing to be caught red-handed like that, but he doesn't say anything as Aziraphale begins to ladle soup into a bowl. And kindly, Aziraphale doesn't say anything either. There's no space for a table in the room, he usually just sits on the bed anyway if he wants to eat. There's a desk and chair, but he doesn't fit comfortably there and it's usually covered in paints or books or whatever else he or Mary has brought in recently. So he goes ahead and plops himself down cross-legged on one of the two side-by-side mattresses he uses to sleep on.

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.
callada: (your words are such unbearable agony)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-20 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Burned my tongue.

[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.]
callada: (lurk moar)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-21 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Sure.

[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.]
callada: (ahora empiezo a retratar)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-22 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Is Aziraphale fidgeting? What is all this excessive doting? He's not used to it and he's not completely comfortable with it. Rosinante eyes him as he folds his arms across his knees, raising one eyebrow under those messy bangs.]

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.
callada: (se siente bien estar aquí)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-23 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I hear you. Luckily most of us are in good health, and these buildings are heated. Otherwise I think we'd be in trouble.

[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.]
callada: (I bet Doffy uses mascara)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-25 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, there are a few exceptions. Stone is another - not as old as you in years, but it sounds like he lived a full life at home.

[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.
callada: (beware the silent observer)

[personal profile] callada 2020-01-26 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Hm? No, it's out over the lake. It's where the ferry comes from with its supplies, and where Pluto and her people base themselves.

[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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