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logsinthenight2020-01-11 11:24 pm
lunchbreaks) wrote in 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! ]
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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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.
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Well.
[ He drops his voice so that the Librarian can't hear. ]
Let's just say, dear boy, do not let them feed you any eggs!
[ He then goes to the counter all chipper to offer some soup. He looks through his pockets as well for some crackers he'd made to go with it. He would've made bread but he is not very good at baking yeasted things. ]
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He'll nod with a face like he's REALLY going to commit that to memory, and then he'll walk up to the counter with Aziraphale, watching Aziraphale serve them their share of soup. Something... is striking him as very strange about the situation, but the penny has not dropped yet. (The food? The food looks fine! The Librarian looks as delighted to see it as he'd be, anyway. What's weird here?) ]
Oh, hey, Librarian! This is when you say hi and something awesome. Fistbump time. [ And Sora will, probably inexplicably to Aziraphale, hold his fist out to the Librarian. After a pause, in which the Librarian thinks about the situation, they'll quickly remember the ritual, make a fist with their strange hand, and gently bump Sora's fist back. ] Yeah!
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What is that... handshake?
[ His eyes go from Sora to his fist to the Librarian's fist.
This is.
This is new.
Needless to say, Aziraphale is a little bit behind the times. At the very least, he doesn't greet people by bowing anymore. He'd consider himself quite modern, but he'd lost touch of what modern was a few centuries back. ]
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It's something you do when you say hi to someone, or if you do something good with someone, or if something awesome happens. [ ... ] Do you wanna try it?
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[ He holds up his fist, moving it into different positions trying to figure out the right one. ]
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[ He holds up his fist and then moves it to Sora's ear. Sorry, Sora.
You're getting a demonstration if you're not careful. ]
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Full excited dog mode, on! ]
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Ooh, look at what you've got behind your ears!
[ He pockets it and then cocks his head to the side. ]
I think you've got...
[ He looks concerned and then reaches behind his ear and pulls out another one, feigning shock again. ]
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How'd you do that?
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What's this?
[ He reaches into his pocket to tug on a handkerchief, but it's longer than he'd anticipated, so he hands the end to Sora. ]
Oh, dear!
[ This thing just keeps on going.... Wait, what were they even talking about before this? Sorry Sora, you've activated a trap card. ]
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This goes on forever! How did you fit all of that in there?
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[ He finally gets to the end, and then stuffs it into his fist. Such an incredible amount of cloth couldn't fit in there, right?
Au contraire, when he's done with that, he opens his fist to reveal... an egg! ]
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[ He beams proudly, and, fresh out of tricks, he takes a bow. ]
You're the best audience I've ever had.
[ Considering his other audience were a room full of twelve year olds and Crowley... ]
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You're the best magician I've ever met! You must be a pro where you're from.
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This was quite lovely to be able to do.
--Thank you, Sora.
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[ He looks over at the rest of the soup. Huh. Still warm. It's a little cold in the library, so he's surprised! Aaand his stomach rumbles, because he is a bottomless hole. ]
Oh. Well, uh. Sorry! [ A sheepish laugh. He really did just straight up forget to eat that day, huh? ]
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[ He pats himself down and procures one out of his pocket. ]
There you are!
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You should eat with us. Meals are better with friends around. Right? [ He directs that at the Librarian, who does a Librarian equivalent of nodding pleasantly even if they don't quite understand what they've just been asked. ]
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[ He'll make them three bowls to have some soup. ]
Have you liked living at the library, so far?