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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he has done this a few times by now, and for some reason is feeling less than enthusiastic about it. Perhaps it's the rain, or the ghosts outside that give him cold chills whenever they go past. Or perhaps he's just tired. He's been practicing more lately, though hasn't seem to have gotten much better.

He somehow manages to keep his expression friendly and open as he faces the mirror, white wings standing out against the gray light coming in behind him]

Hello... My name is Aziraphale, or Mr. Fell, if you prefer. I would like to welcome everyone who has newly arrived-- and I don't envy you having to brave the beastly weather to get here. Still, the clouds will soon part as they say.

I know that many of you must be weary or frightened, or even dare I say, angry, at the situation you have found yourselves thrust into. But if we all work together and combine our efforts and talents, I'm sure that we'll have the Corrosion beaten back in no time. So keep a stiff upper lip and keep moving forward.

And of course, if you need anything, my door is open in the hours listed or by previous appointment.

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

No! [he drops his hand and glares at nothing] I know what I want to do. If... If I'm going to be here and...and help-- apart from everything well! Well I'm just going to take advantage of it.

[he looks up at Eleanor.]

'M terribly sorry, my dear, but could you help me get home?

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor's face is full of worry as she watches her friend. She didn't know what was happening but she was pretty sure it wasn't good. But she forces a smile, anyway, standing and reaching for him.]

Sure, bud. I'll help you get home. I think what you need right now is a good night's sleep. Maybe we can talk again tomorrow?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

What... oh yes... yes possibly... [he gets up, weaving a little back and forth] Everything is spinning. I am going to be in hell in the morning. [a wan smile]

[az_shrimp_horny]

[She takes his arm and tugs it over her shoulders, she wraps her arm around his waist, under his wings. Yeah, sure, he doesn't like being touched that much but it'll keep him from going head over feathers in the street. That sorted, she slowly starts to lead him towards the door.]

You just drink a bunch of water and sleep it off. Take it from someone who's ended plenty of nights like this. You might feel like hell at first but it'll pass.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[it's fine. He's drunk. Nothing bothers him. ...much.]

I've ended more nights like that than you've been alive, my dear. And nothing nothing compares to after nineteen bottles of cypress wine in a seraglio. Frankly those women could put it away. Dangerous.

Woops!

[he trips over his own feet and stumbles a bit down the street and brushes against a ghost]

Oh! Now I've gooseflesh all over...

[az_shrimp_horny]

[She squeaks and struggles to keep the much taller angel from taking them both out.]

Yeah, well, you've got more mortal flesh now, so I'd say this is a little different.

[She glares at the ghosts in their path ]

Hey! We're walking here! Move it or lose it, ecto-ass!

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Eugh don't remind me. The sooner I get back to my ethereal form the better. [semi-ethereal anyway.

Then her words catch up to him]

A what ass? [a giggle] I'm sure that'd be clever if I understood it.

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Hey look, something to talk about as they stumble down the road!]

Ecto. Short for ectoplasm. I don't know, it's shit that ghosts are made of or something. I saw it in a movie.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Really. D'you know I've never seen a real ghost. It's not supposed to happen. But humans will do what they like. [he sighs gustily] When we die we simply cease to exist. No heaven or hell. No shot at redemption. just gone as if we never were. Isn't that sad?

[az_shrimp_horny]

That really is sad. [She looks up at him.] Honestly, I didn't think there was anything after death. You know... Til I died and found out I was wrong.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Ohhh well.... you're not the first human to get a nasty surprise. ...or a blessed one I suppose depending on where you're heading. But I am sure that you would be welcomed wherever you go. You're such a wonderful human.

[az_shrimp_horny]

It was a bit of both, in my case, thanks to Michael's bait and switch.

[Trash human right here, remember? Just... Reformed.

That's it. Keep talking and just don't throw up on her and they'll make it!]

But here's hoping I'll make it to a better place in the end.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

No... No no, you will. There is always a second chance, or a third, and you... I believe in you. I do. [he pulls away just enough to catch her face in both hands and press a kiss on her forehead]

Benedicat tibi Dominus et custodiat te

[az_shrimp_horny]

[She made a small noise of protest when he grabbed her head.]

Wh-what was that?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

May the lord bless and keep you. And she will. She has a soft spot for wise men and fools. Do not ever doubt yourself Eleanor... Whatever ...

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor can't help but grin at that.]

Well then it's a good thing I'm a bit of both. C'mon, you big softie, let's get you home.

[She patted his cheek and wrapped her arm around him again, trying to nudge him on towards the apartment building.]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he leans on her, humming bits and snatches of Mozart as he tries to avoid ghosts. Before he knows it they are at the apartment building and he wrinkles his nose]

Ohhh I know it sounds absolutely intolerable of me but I really miss having my own space that is slightly more...well...upscale...

[az_shrimp_horny]

[He can hum all he wants. It helps distract her from how heavy the angel is. She's teeny! But she's making it work. She reaches out and tugs the door open.]

That's not intolerable. This place isn't the greatest. Your guys' apartment is pretty nice, though!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

We do try. You should have seen what I did with the wallpaper in the kitchen, but not right now. Entirely too intimate. But one day. And I hope we won't be here forever there must be better real estate somewhere.

Oh! Here we are. [it is not their door but it's difficult to tell for him]

[az_shrimp_horny]

You just have to invite me over sometime for tea or something.

[No, Aziraphale. No they're not. She sighs and gives him a nudge.]

Not quite, bud. You're down a little further.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oopsy-daisy~! [he staggers away from the room and down the hall] You know, I believe I will. We can listen to some Pochini... and have a barking good time. Because Pochini. Do you get it? Pooch?

[az_shrimp_horny]

Shit...

[She mutters as she tries to keep him on his feet.]

Oh yeah [She forces a chuckle] I get it. That's great, bud.

[This was far less fun than when she was stumbling home with someone. She suddenly feels really bad for everyone who ever had to deal with her when she was plastered...

Finally making it to his door, she tried to see if it was open. If not, she'd just knock and hope Crowley was home.]

Here we are, bud. Soon you'll be in your cloud sleeping this off.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Mmmmmmm. What a lovely thought.

[he pushes open the door]

Yoohoooo! Crowleyyy~! Are you home, dearest?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ As it turned out he was at home. When summoned he appeared to lean on the door frame entry into the kitchen, looking darkly sulky with a drink of scotch in one hand and a pack of ice in the other for a sizable bruise and recently torn corner of his lip. The icepack was abandoned on the nearest counter when he noticed the state of the angel. ]

You're drunk.

[ He glanced past the angel to the presumed reason why. ]

Oh hi, Eleanor.

[ Obviously her being here explained that one! ]

Fun night?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[the state of the angel is nothing right now, but it will definitely be something as he registers what exactly he's seeing. His wings, which had been out for balance, come to his back as his feathers bristle]

Who the hell did that? [it had been a someone definitely. Someone who had dared to hurt Crowley when his body was frighteningly mortal. White anger seared through him]