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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! ]
Re: cold
[ 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. ]
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Maes catches a whiff of it.] That soup smells amazing. [He looks directly at Aziraphale and says with a lot of sincerity in his expression.] Thank you.
[Maes has a weakness for homecooked meals, even if he is extremely biased towards his wife's cooking above all else.]
I hope those spirits didn't smash all my bowls with their New Year's antics.
[He starts rummaging in his own cabinets for the right service wear.]
You'll join me right? No sense wandering back to your cabin before warming yourself up. Besides, food's better with company and I've been in short supply of that lately.
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[ It's still the beginning, edging towards the middle of winter, so he's hoping that the weather here is similar enough as it has been to the weather at home for this to be the worst of it. ]
I must say, I should've brought some grenadine. I made some to store in all the jars I've been collecting, what with all the pomegranates being thrown around in New Years!
I'm so sorry to hear you've been without visitors. You are welcome to call on me anytime, or to pop over for a visit. My roommates don't bite. Well, mostly.
[ He lets himself in and waddles over to the kitchen to place the container on the stove, even though it doesn't need to be reheated really... ]
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[Which, was a concern when you lived in a world with no sun. That did make him wonder how they were going to MELT all this snow, but perhaps the warmth would be enough...if a bit slow. He finally found the bowls, dug out some spoons, and offered them over to Aziraphale to use for servicing out portions.
While he did that, Maes would clear off any papers or books he'd left on his very small kitchen table.]
Clever! I didn't even think about salvaging the Spirits' party favors. That will be a hot item I bet.
[The table is clear.]
I appreciate the invite. I try to make a point of not becoming a hermit of some kind, it's just hard when you don't even have a setting or rising sun to give you a clue when you've been working too long.
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Suppose now all we can do is find out.
[ He helps to clear the table and get them some waters. ]
But in all honesty, that party seemed like such a waste of perfectly fine china and perfectly good food.
Thank God we've got a greenhouse.
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[He wonders if they would be better suited to living in this perpetual dark -- he knows if you go far enough North that there is little light, but even that would be more than this.
He is so ready for soup now, but the mention of the greenhouse catches his attention.]
Oh yeah, I'd heard someone was working on that. How's that coming?
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[ He should know, since he was a gardener for five years, but he also sort of just winged it, literally. ]
I'll have to ask Misty or Crowley for you.
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[He may have grown up small town, but it wasn't really a farming town and since then it had been cities for as long as he could remember.
Maes takes up a bowl and makes sure that Aziraphale has a spoon before partaking of this warm and delicious meal. He takes a bite himself and hums with pleasure. Yeah, you did good Aziraphale.]
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Well, I'm just hoping we have more vegetables and fruits soon. So that we won't have to rely on the general store.