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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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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.]
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[ Was he trying to get anything out of this? No. His angle's that he's an angel, that's just how they operate. Or, how they should. ]
I was rather hoping you'd let me in for a few minutes to warm up before I head home to pour out more soup for the other neighbors!
Though we do live quite close if you are... busy. Could always just. Pop home for a bit.
[ He does remain hopeful. And the container in his hands is. Quite warm, Hux, please let him in. ]
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Don't touch anything, I'm working on a project.
[He leads the way towards the kitchen, carefully stepping around things scattered across the floor. He didn't remember when he last slept but it would be good to actually eat something.]
What kind of soup did you bring?
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And spices. I was trying to make as much as possible, there are so many people in town and I don't think anyone anticipated a storm!
[ He'd hate to make people go out in this, Hux. ]
What are you working on, if you don't mind my asking?
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[He still was struggling to understand why a total stranger would go through the effort to bring homemade soup but it looked warm and not totally inedible.
The kitchen was empty aside from a couple of mugs stacked by the edge of the sink. There were no personal touches, Hux never saw the point of unnecessary things.]
I'm working on small droids- mouse droids. They are only simple cleaning droids but it's a project to keep me busy.
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A cleaning-- ah, droid. How wonderful! And um. What does it do?
[ He did just repeat himself, but he has no idea what a droid is. Sorry, Hux, this guy is from way before your time. ]
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Here it has a very limited function. It can clean and provide basic security. They have other functions back where I am from but the technology isn't that advanced here.
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Will you tell me about it? Are you an inventor?
[ Or maybe in the future, everyone can just sort of. Tinker like he does. ]
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[He took the mug of soup carefully, taking a sip. It wasn't unpleasant though he couldn't identify the ingredients. Fresh food wasn't exactly a common thing in the middle of space.]
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Weapons and defense, you say?
That will be very useful for when the World Eaters come.
Do you have the resources you need?
[ He still stands there, kind of uselessly. He doesn't know exactly how welcome he is. One of the droids comes over, and he uh.
Pets it. ]
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[He wasn't optimistic that he would be able to build anything that would be useful unless someone discovered more resources that were actually useful.
The droid made nervous noises when it was touched, pausing for a moment before racing away into the darkness of the house.]
They are a bit touchy.
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[ No Aziraphale, that is what you do for cats. Not droids.
He is, at least, making an attempt. ]
I think you should speak to Mr. Parker. He seems equally unsatisfied with the level of technology available here, and I think he was a scientist back at his home planet.