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[lunchbreaks]

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! ]

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Let's stay in

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley glares. As it is, he has on the scarf and gloves the human soldier person made for him, as well as a leather coat, but he still can't quite get warm.

One of the side effects of being cold-blooded.

He looks at the board game Aziraphale has, and drops down in the chair near the couch, doing something that could loosely be described as 'sitting'.]

So this is a new thing for the afterlife, then? Trapped in a winter wonderland?

soupsoupsoup

[callada]

[The blizzard has only been raging a day or so but that's enough to keep Rosinante mostly indoors. Stiff winds and bitter cold are things he can withstand if he needs to, but it's not much fun. He'd much rather spend the time reading his newspapers from Pluto, and working on his star charts. This means there's paper of all sorts spread out around the room - the star charts are currently tacked up on the walls wherever Mary hasn't gotten to putting paint on them instead, and one newspaper lies open on his bed.

As is typical, the door to the upstairs room in The Invincible is open, and cigarette smoke drifts out into the hallway. Or, currently, into that very frosty-looking face. Rosinante practically jumps when he hears that voice - he'd been too deep in his labeling and hadn't paid attention. But rapidly he turns to face the door, eyes wide, then nods and beckons him in.]

Yeah, come in! That looks hot, why don't you put that by the stove. You really came all this way just to drop that off?

[He'll say thanks in a second, he's just startled by a lot of what's happening right now. Aziraphale certainly looks like he's keeping himself warm, but who braves this weather just to deliver soup? How is it still steaming as if it has just come straight out of a boiling pot, given what it takes to get through said blizzard and up two flights of stairs?]

cold outside

[therewillbeorder]

[Hux didn't like the cold but at least staying inside gave him plenty of opportunities to work on the mouse droids. There were parts and wires scattered all over the house- it looked like a mess but he knew where each thing was. He liked being able to work on something, he never had the time for small personal projects back home. He never got to work with his hands since his duties kept him so busy.

He looked up from his spot on the floor when he heard the knock, pausing in his work. He wasn't sure who would be visiting, slowly prying himself on the floor. He made sure to have his blaster tucked into the back of his belt as he slowly opened the door just wide enough to see who was standing on the outside.

His brows furrowed and he didn't invite the stranger in, wary.]

Who are you? I didn't ask for soup.

soop

[arsarcanum]

[ It just so happens that Sora's sweeping the threshold of the library today! He'll hear the tap at the door and. Uh. He's pretty sure that people don't knock at libraries? That's a little weird. Then again, it is nearly white out conditions out there - surely someone would knock at a library if they're confused and need help, right?

He'll stick the broom under his elbow and brace himself for the inevitable wall of snow and wind, only to find... A walking, talking snowman. Huh. Sora has met at least one (1) of these before. (He sang. It's complicated.)

Of course, Sora has his lamp, so he'll pat around for its handle and raise it to eye level, squinting at this very fluffy individual. Wait a second. ]

Aziraphale? [ ... ] This isn't a household! [ ... ] What are you doing here? [ And he's going to seize Aziraphale by the wrist, if he's so willing, and drag him inside so he can shut the door behind them. Good thing this welcome mat is nice and absorbent. ]

cold outside

[freetobe]

[ No amount of bundling up will make Castiel unable to see Aziraphale for who and what he is, though his own face shows some puzzlement over the... garments, as were, when he opens the door.

He does step aside after blinking once, owlishly, at the other angel, and gestures for Aziraphale to enter. ]

Why?

[ No judgment in the question, just open curiosity. Castiel, it seems, does not quite grasp the reason for the gesture. Random acts of kindness that land even vaguely in his vicinity puzzle him. He does not know what to do with them.

Something Aziraphale might notice upon entering is that the house is quite oddly decorated - beyond the various eclectic knicknacks mostly collected and put out by Ellever, the walls and even windows sport red markings; sigils and wards of general protection. Castiel doesn't know if they would help - but he's put them up anyway. And what might easily be mistaken for red paint is, of course, angel blood.

Grace makes these sigils quite potent, after all.

It might be an easy conclusion to see that two people live in the three bedroom cabin: One (mostly) human, and one celestial soldier. There's not a trace in the living space that seems to indicate Castiel lives here, the sigils aside.

Also worth noting: He's still wearing the same suit, tie and trench coat, even inside. The tie is held in place by a nice, simple tie clip, preventing it from flicking backwards as it used to do all the time. ]

cold

[dadandgone]

[Given the weather, Maes was not expecting visitors. He had the advantage of teleporting when he wished, but this seemed like a sign to hole up for a bit, study some of his notes, and mull over new possibilities for exploration. The downtown area was far larger than he had anticipated, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to explore that further or leave that to other individuals.

It was in the middle of such thoughts that the knock came. Maes glanced at the fire place, not wanting to part from its warmth, before deciding that the person at the door had to be MUCH colder.

Maes stood up from his couch and walked over. Maes immediately regrets opening the door to the cold. Especially since he does not immediately recognize the snow-covered figure on his porch, but he's also not the type to just leave someone out there.]

Get in here!

[He was so surprised, he didn't even register the second half of that sentence.]

Are you nuts? This is not the kind of weather anyone should be making house calls in!

Stay In v 2

[worthallthis]

If they're going to be stuck inside anyway for most of the day, and unable to keep to their previously-regimented schedule, the Soldier figures they might as well corner Aziraphale to work on... a few things. They did make that resolution, after all, and are considering another that a technicial(/angel) might also know something about.

So, shy but determined, they ask after breakfast and after Crowley has wandered back upstairs, "Can I talk to you for a bit."

It's cold outside

[bunny_suit]

[Hana has been getting around a little bit better over time. It helps that with Riku and Sora's assistance, she's doing better than she thought she would be. She's been trying to heal up and stay in bed as much as she could, but she got restless so easily and it's not like she could play her games here. So every so often, she just took a walk around the cabin just to move a bit.

Hearing the door at a time like this was surprising with the blizzard outside. It took her a bit of time to walk over there, but she eventually made it.]

O-Oh! That's nice of you to do. [Scutching over to the side to let him in the best she can.] Please come inside.

[He looked freezing! Even if he didn't ask, she would have invited him in to warm up a bit, especially since he came to offer some soup.]

[justcawse]

[At the very least, Akechi lived at the Invincible, so Aziraphale wouldn't have to spend too long in the cold. Of course, by this point he also already knew where Akechi lived. It was still a strange feeling when people came to visit him though; and with food of all things.]

Aziraphale? You came all this way in that weather to deliver soup...?

[He's not turning it down. It's more like he's just surprised... That seems to be happening a lot these days.]

You really didn't have to. It's not the best time to travel right now.

it's cold outside /so late

[knifecollecting]

[The last thing Jo expects in this weather is a knock on her door. She ventured out early in the storm, but that was a mistake. She's been holed up for the last few days.

Aziraphale may be able to sense the devil's traps at the door and salt at the doors and windows. She's done her best.

She opens the door with a slightly confused expression and steps back automatically to gesture him in.]

You probably shouldn't be out in this.