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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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The candies weren't as bad as the little I heard from people who dealt with that machine. I heard of one who turned everything he touched to ashes, for example. I'm sure Pluto could come up with worse for trying to steal one of her ships, too.
[The other effects, like Javert's admission of feeling extremely violent for an entire month, seem worse in his opinion but a demon might not be that bothered by something like that. Being unable to touch anything at all, now, that's tragedy.]
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Someone turned to ash?
[ He blinks incredulously. ]
Shouldn't we alert people to how dangerous this submarine crew is? I highly doubt that any of the wares they have could possibly be worth that sort of deal!
[ It's also just, you know. Not particularly fun to be burned alive. ]
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[That and to be honest, he doesn't mind Pluto. Sure, she and her people are beyond practical jokesters and into mildly dangerous hooligans under the guise of merchantry, but they live at the base of the portal and have some control over its functions that exceed Robin's knowledge. Maybe their proximity to its tools helps, too, but he has to assume part of their leverage comes from that control, and even if they consider Robin an ally, they probably don't want to give all of their power up to her by letting her have the kind of portal access they enjoy.
Good news is the soup has cooled down a bit now. He blows on a spoonful just to be sure, then has a bite. It's absolutely delicious, and very warming. He smiles.]
This is really good.
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[ Actually, he takes that back. ]
Err, more terrible. Goodness, what sort of power do these people have?
[ He's still thinking about it when Rosinante pierces his train of thought to comment about the soup. ]
Oh, thank you-- I'm so glad. It's not often I don't cook from a recipe. This one's from the heart, I suppose. Needed something to keep everyone in tip-top condition!
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No recipe? Well, around here it's easier to improvise anyway. Recipe books probably have things we don't always have. Come to think of it, I haven't looked at recipes since I was back home.
[And specifically, still very young. He gave up quickly - tended to get the books burnt or spilled on or the goat would eat the pages when he wasn't looking. It was always easier for him to learn cooking by direct demonstration. His repertoire is very simple, but functional enough.]
What all is in this?
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There's... rice and chicken, a vegetable stock, and carrots, and onions, green beans... oh, broad beans. Excellent, and have such great shelf life.
Potatoes... peas, and a whole slew of herbs from our kitchen window.
[ He sort of reminisces as he goes through the ingredients, remembering each one as he'd prepared them and slid them into the pot. ]
And you're right, the recipes are dreadful. Better to get them from someone like Misty, or Ignis.
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[He means it, this is supremely satisfying. Aziraphale put a lot of thought into this and it shows. He has another bite and finds himself torn between wanting to savor it and just wanting to devour it.]
Ever thought about doing some cooking classes? I'd bet there are people here who would benefit from learning from you.
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[ Though he does smile a little at the compliment, and look away. ]
The Soldier and Misty are both better cooks than I am. And Misty and Ignis are the best bakers I know.
And don't tell him I told you this, but did you know Crowley makes candy? By hand! He's quite good and it's lovely to watch him work.
If I've learned anything of cooking, I owe it to them.
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The very idea brings a wide smile to his face.]
I won't tell him. But I'm glad he has something like that he can do here. Something creative. Better than throwing himself at the ferry or the lighthouse.
[Though he does admire the demon's determination to do anything at all, even if it's occasionally wildly off the mark of what should be done.]
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[ He's missing a really, really big sign, actually. ]
Suppose I'll have to busy him with the garden.
--And what have you been up to, lately? Still looking at the stars?
[ He hopes for some good news, but knows better than to expect it. ]
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[He hasn't really followed up on that, which perhaps he should have; enough people have offered to fly, but he hasn't persisted in asking them to do so. He's been busy enough with creating paper maps and meanwhile exploring when he can.]
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In case something goes wrong.
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[As he imagines Crowley needs no mention. Naturally, he's the first one Aziraphale would likely consult. Unless instead he would rather avoid even bringing it up, for should it be dangerous, it might be better if Crowley didn't know. It would be easy to play it off as mere curiosity, nothing worth worrying about, and maybe that isn't far from the truth anyway. Apologies can come later if something goes wrong.]
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Yes, I do fly with Stone sometimes. I will have to ask them for assistance.
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[Sure, with Stone he could also just ride up there himself but it's both exciting and terrifying to think of being so high above the ground. He'll let them work out if it's possible before he has anyone carrying him around - he's just dead weight up in the air and they're perfectly capable of taking pictures themselves anyway.
The soup won't last long, now that it has cooled down. It's hard to stop eating it. Impressive, how many people here are such excellent cooks. He feels spoiled, truly.]
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[ He's so chuffed that Rosi is enjoying his food, by the way. ]
--If I die, you know that Crowley will be inconsolable until I return. I think it might exhaust the Soldier. Would you mind... checking up on him? Making sure he doesn't do anything too stupid.
[ Sorry Rosi, this seems like it might be an ongoing request. ]
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[Still, he appreciates that Aziraphale is considering contingencies. Better than some who would charge off into the unknown without thinking.
He finishes up his soup and sets the bowl and spoon down.]
I should go find Mary, see if she wants some of this.
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[ He gets up to go do all that. ]
Was lovely getting to stop for a moment to talk, though.
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[Seriously, every little bit counts but this is bigger than just a "little bit", going door to door with hot food. He shouldn't have tied Aziraphale up for so long, he's surely got a lot of deliveries to make, and he stands so he can get the door once Aziraphale is ready to head out.]