[There's a short silence, before she realises she's supposed to leave a message now.]
O--oh. Hello, it's Jane-- Ah, but I suppose you already know that. Mmh... I paid a visit while you were sleeping. That is, Mr Crowley said you were asleep.
[Fumbling, she sighs.]
I showed him how to make tea for you when you wake up. He's very worried about you, and.. so am I. I do hope you feel better soon. When you do, I'll bring some of those cupcakes from the tea shop for you. [A beat.]
Jane. Yes, yes. Crowley did mention. That was very kind of you to check in on us. Thank you.
[The angel sounds like he's doing much better. A bit tired still, worn around the edges, but certainly much better than he had been. Getting rid of that awful crystal has made the world of difference.]
I'm feeling much better, thank you. It seems to have something to do with one of the colored crystals that have been falling about. I'm sorry for the worry.
[Oh, he does sound better! It's a weight off her that she hadn't realised she was carrying, and as soon as she hears his voice she sighs out a sound of relief.]
The crystals? Ah, but I've been around them a good deal and nothing happened to-- to. Oh. Oh, of course. How could I have been so stupid.
[She makes a sound of exasperation at herself.] I should have asked if you'd picked up anything that looked different! He only mentioned the one kind. I'm so glad you're alright.
Hey, Aziraphale. Hope you and Crowley are having a nice holiday in Paris.
Jane's really nice. She's been teaching me some stuff about drawing. Did you know she's really good at it? Dog likes her, too. Even if she does make me go to bed at 9.
There was something weird happening today. Something messing with the phone. We're investigating.
[Aziraphale -- who is, at the moment he hears the door, fussing around with a kettle and teapot and a basket of loose leaf oolong tea that has already steeped far too long -- looks up at the sound of Crowley's voice and immediately a smile is blossoming across his features as he sets about pouring his tea from pot to cup, calling back over his shoulder.]
Hard because Gabriel is used to things like this but mostly - well. they make him paranoid. Information is currency. It's their his world against everyone else's despite how pleasant this place can be. And after Everything that's happened...
The text is sent over first. Clearly from his number.]
[Gabriel is a lot of things. In the grand scope of reality he's not the brightest bulb but he knows himself and he knows something is off.
Better to confirm and be sure but out of the two people who would know - he's not on good terms with them and also the
That said he feels off despite feeling great but it's the kind of great that came with the war and a combination of not wanting to piss off local deities and wanting this burning desire to fuck shit up to be used the right way
No need to swear to anyone. I have minutes to spare, if you need them. In person, or shall we continue to chat like this?
[Aziraphale may not trust or like or really want to spend any time he does not have to with Gabriel, but he's also polite enough, and -- for reasons he still can't entirely wrap his own mind around -- concerned with the other angel's well being enough that he sees no reason to deny the request.]
[he snarls as he types, sudden rage filling him. He was always so polite always taking advantage of his goodwill. Always so calm like it was easy. Earth changes people.
His teeth grit.]
don't panic. There is a temporal...anomaly? Something? I'm not as tied to the cosmic forces in this universe and it is FUCKING STUPID because I am fucking Gabriel and I HATE BEINGSURROINDED BY NERDS LIKE ALL THESE HUMANS
[his hands shake before the video feed clicks on. The veins underneath his face are glowing blue. It's a very light spiderweb and his eyes are unnaturally bright purple.
He also looks scared. The archangel looks scared for a good few seconds before he looks enraged.]
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O--oh. Hello, it's Jane-- Ah, but I suppose you already know that. Mmh... I paid a visit while you were sleeping. That is, Mr Crowley said you were asleep.
[Fumbling, she sighs.]
I showed him how to make tea for you when you wake up. He's very worried about you, and.. so am I. I do hope you feel better soon. When you do, I'll bring some of those cupcakes from the tea shop for you. [A beat.]
Let me know, won't you?
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[The angel sounds like he's doing much better. A bit tired still, worn around the edges, but certainly much better than he had been. Getting rid of that awful crystal has made the world of difference.]
I'm feeling much better, thank you. It seems to have something to do with one of the colored crystals that have been falling about. I'm sorry for the worry.
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The crystals? Ah, but I've been around them a good deal and nothing happened to-- to. Oh. Oh, of course. How could I have been so stupid.
[She makes a sound of exasperation at herself.] I should have asked if you'd picked up anything that looked different! He only mentioned the one kind. I'm so glad you're alright.
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Jane's really nice. She's been teaching me some stuff about drawing. Did you know she's really good at it? Dog likes her, too. Even if she does make me go to bed at 9.
There was something weird happening today. Something messing with the phone. We're investigating.
See you when you get back.
- Adam
PS.:Do they have an Eiffel tower there too?
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It's good to hear from you. We're having a lovely holiday, yes, but we are beginning to miss everyone. We should be back before too much longer.
Goodness though. Nine. How strict. But Jane is very sweet, so I'm sure she's onto something.
Trouble with the phones? I do hope nothing too bothersome? Normally I'd implicate Crowley, but he has a fairly solid alibi this time.
Sincerely,
Aziraphale
P.S. - There is! This Paris is very much like the one in our world, actually. I'll be sure to bring back souvenirs!
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Welcome home, dearest. In the kitchen!
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Hi.
[ With a bit of a flourish, he offers the roses up to the angel. Does he even like roses? Crowley isn't sure, he's just trying something new today. ]
Got these for you.
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( casually just fyi. except not entirely casually )
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[It takes him a moment to parse what that means, so a second text follows a minute or so later.]
Oh! You'd given him an alias then? I wasn't aware of that. Did he take the revelation all right? Should I check on him?
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( that same one she'd mentioned to hum when they'd first met )
He took it well. What concerns me more is that he knew to ask. He asked if I was human.
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I'm so sorry. It seems your text got a bit garbled.
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Hard because Gabriel is used to things like this but mostly - well. they make him paranoid. Information is currency. It's
theirhis world against everyone else's despite how pleasant this place can be. And after Everything that's happened...The text is sent over first. Clearly from his number.]
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[Then. A minute later.]
I can tell you one thing. she never communicated like this.
[back when they, you know. spoke often.]
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Better to confirm and be sure but out of the two people who would know - he's not on good terms with them and also the
That said he feels off despite feeling great but it's the kind of great that came with the war and a combination of not wanting to piss off local deities and wanting this burning desire to fuck shit up to be used the right way
He texts.]
I need two minutes. I swear to her I'll be quick.
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No need to swear to anyone. I have minutes to spare, if you need them. In person, or shall we continue to chat like this?
[Aziraphale may not trust or like or really want to spend any time he does not have to with Gabriel, but he's also polite enough, and -- for reasons he still can't entirely wrap his own mind around -- concerned with the other angel's well being enough that he sees no reason to deny the request.]
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[he snarls as he types, sudden rage filling him. He was always so polite always taking advantage of his goodwill. Always so calm like it was easy. Earth changes people.
His teeth grit.]
don't panic. There is a temporal...anomaly? Something? I'm not as tied to the cosmic forces in this universe and it is FUCKING STUPID because I am fucking Gabriel and I HATE BEINGSURROINDED BY NERDS LIKE ALL THESE HUMANS
[his hands shake before the video feed clicks on. The veins underneath his face are glowing blue. It's a very light spiderweb and his eyes are unnaturally bright purple.
He also looks scared. The archangel looks scared for a good few seconds before he looks enraged.]
What the fuck is happening to me?
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[Who taught him emoji. Oh wait.]
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That does make this challenging.
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What else does he like?
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And I can’t really get him a car.
Maybe music then?