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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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[trashylittlesecret]

[boisterously, because really, let's just follow this train of pop culture association as far as it'll take them, he's cool with it if she is]

The raaaaaaaain in Spain stays maaaaaaaainly in the plaa-aaaain!

[bigbadrose]

Careful, you get the Doctor singing that, and it'll rain indoors.

[trashylittlesecret]

... Seriously? What is he, a witch doctor?

[bigbadrose]

Great, now that song's in my head!

Nah, he's a fairy, but his element is chaos. So guess how well that goes.

[trashylittlesecret]

[that f word isn't as bad as others, but it still makes him pause]

He's a what now...?

[bigbadrose]

That's his class. Mine too. Didja talk to Merlin yet, find out yours?

[Just don't ask Rose for cigarettes, because guess what she calls them...]

[trashylittlesecret]

[mun saw that Deer link. thankfully she doesn't canon this Rich as a smoker of cigarettes, Bev's the only one who lights up]

Not yet. I was too tired, I mostly just talked to that Dreamfinder guy and came up here to go to bed. But I couldn't sleep because this thing keeps going off with people talking. Where do they hide the mute button?

[bigbadrose]

[CC needs to get around to the movies still! Something something book and 90s series THEN movies comparison because well... CC.]

[Rose gives a light grin.] What year are you from again?

Gently twist the handle, should settle it for the night and keep it from going off. Unless there's an emergency announcement, yeah?

[trashylittlesecret]

[90s is golden cheese and wonderful stuff, but digression aside, Richie's face settles into something that can pass as relief among those who don't know him well yet, but is mostly just exhaustion]

August, 2016. Don't tell me I've time-traveled, too.

[he fiddles with the handle, and is rewarded by a tiny stereotypical mute symbol flashing a glowing, magical green in the corner for a brief instant] Oh, that's great. Thanks.

[bigbadrose]

You can't travel worlds without traveling time. They're part and parcel. So yeah, no idea when everyone else is from. Most of us aren't from the same Earth though.

Sleep well!

[trashylittlesecret]

Yeah, that shit's a little too heavy for me right about now, Wolf Girl.

[he slips a hand under his glasses and rubs at one eye. he appreciates the well wishes but odds are good he won't. or if he does, it won't be for the whole night]

You too. Catch you later.