[ Now this... this Aziraphale can put the full weight of his enthusiasm into. Dare he say, just what the doctor ordered. A little bit of worker bee energy channeling for ~Christmas~, as a treat. Love that.
He can be found on toy-making and wrapping duty on and off. This isn't a very frequent post for Aziraphale, because frankly he... well, he doesn't make very much progress when he's at it. He wants to do things properly, you know, no miracles, the way he often gets it into his head to do certain tasks, which comes with a high time cost.
To say nothing for sometimes being at a total loss on the toy-making, depending on how modern it is. Basic assembly and painting? No issue. Bookbinding for the lil bookworm nerds out there? Say no more. Anything with too many moving parts or too technological, well, he's simply not doing that. He's leaving it towards the center of the table and looking moderately anxious about it even being there.
Most often, he settles into forklift duty (occasional crane duty) to help move pallets along. Look. Why have so many licenses if not to use them when they're handy?
Local angel successfully wheeling around, cardigan and tartan bow tie (which he's very boldly opted to change up a tad specifically for holiday spirit purposes) and all, very content to be part of the process. Although other nearby Guardians may find themselves wearing safety equipment they weren't just a moment ago.
Safety standards, you know. ]
Ah! Are these ready to be moved? I'd hate to take them too early.
B.
[ Here it is gang, requisite deliveries prompt! Aziraphale is... mostly pretty focused and efficient when it comes to this part. He can be a bit absentminded and can lose track of time getting carried away with ~flourishes~ or ~Christmas miracles~ to leave behind, so occasional herding may be required.
But consider: he's also thrilled to be here doing something very nice and good after the Halloween mission got a bit, well, extremely sad. Enthusiasm has to count for something.
Plus he's basically been training for milk and cookies duty for thousands of years. He is a true soldier of Santa-adjacent-crumb-leaving evidence. Do you know how many of these cookies were clearly made with love???? It's incredible. 10/10.
Please do not talk to him on the sleigh, he's busy holding on for dear life, probably to Crowley's arm or something, RIP. From passenger princess to passenger survivor... the struggle is real.
(And, strangely, if in a Christmas household with a bit of music on, should he hear any part of Away In A Manger, he will in fact snap his fingers and make the radio change over to something else. He can't abide it. He's not sulky maybe you're sulky.) ]
E.
[ This is perhaps the most outright nervous Aziraphale has looked the entire night. Which is saying something, considering every time he's in the sleigh, getting into the sleigh, or just exiting the sleigh, he tends to look like he's had about forty near-death experiences in transit.
It's just so. Well.
He feels as though there are moral components to consider in arson. But if it's the assignment... ]
We're, um. [ He fidgets with his hands a bit, stopping just long enough to make a quick little gesture towards the statue. ] We're quite certain this is a necessary tradition, are we?
[ Does it spark joy? In the children? Truly? ]
G.
[ Tired? After a night of helping and gifting and good deeds and free reign on minor life-changing miracles and eating cookies as part of a job description?
Skill issue. Aziraphale is posture-perfect, not a thread out of place. He's practically glowing. Like a slightly eldtritch capybara in a hot spring. The pillows within a certain radius? So fluffy. The blankets? Slightly warmer. The vibes? Immaculate. ]
Well! I think we've all done a lovely job of it, don't you?
aziraphale | good omens | we OTA out here
A.
[ Now this... this Aziraphale can put the full weight of his enthusiasm into. Dare he say, just what the doctor ordered. A little bit of worker bee energy channeling for ~Christmas~, as a treat. Love that.
He can be found on toy-making and wrapping duty on and off. This isn't a very frequent post for Aziraphale, because frankly he... well, he doesn't make very much progress when he's at it. He wants to do things properly, you know, no miracles, the way he often gets it into his head to do certain tasks, which comes with a high time cost.
To say nothing for sometimes being at a total loss on the toy-making, depending on how modern it is. Basic assembly and painting? No issue. Bookbinding for the lil bookworm nerds out there? Say no more. Anything with too many moving parts or too technological, well, he's simply not doing that. He's leaving it towards the center of the table and looking moderately anxious about it even being there.
Most often, he settles into forklift duty (occasional crane duty) to help move pallets along. Look. Why have so many licenses if not to use them when they're handy?
Local angel successfully wheeling around, cardigan and tartan bow tie (which he's very boldly opted to change up a tad specifically for holiday spirit purposes) and all, very content to be part of the process. Although other nearby Guardians may find themselves wearing safety equipment they weren't just a moment ago.
Safety standards, you know. ]
Ah! Are these ready to be moved? I'd hate to take them too early.
B.
[ Here it is gang, requisite deliveries prompt! Aziraphale is... mostly pretty focused and efficient when it comes to this part. He can be a bit absentminded and can lose track of time getting carried away with ~flourishes~ or ~Christmas miracles~ to leave behind, so occasional herding may be required.
But consider: he's also thrilled to be here doing something very nice and good after the Halloween mission got a bit, well, extremely sad. Enthusiasm has to count for something.
Plus he's basically been training for milk and cookies duty for thousands of years. He is a true soldier of Santa-adjacent-crumb-leaving evidence. Do you know how many of these cookies were clearly made with love???? It's incredible. 10/10.
Please do not talk to him on the sleigh, he's busy holding on for dear life, probably to Crowley's arm or something, RIP. From passenger princess to passenger survivor... the struggle is real.
(And, strangely, if in a Christmas household with a bit of music on, should he hear any part of Away In A Manger, he will in fact snap his fingers and make the radio change over to something else. He can't abide it. He's not sulky maybe you're sulky.) ]
E.
[ This is perhaps the most outright nervous Aziraphale has looked the entire night. Which is saying something, considering every time he's in the sleigh, getting into the sleigh, or just exiting the sleigh, he tends to look like he's had about forty near-death experiences in transit.
It's just so. Well.
He feels as though there are moral components to consider in arson. But if it's the assignment... ]
We're, um. [ He fidgets with his hands a bit, stopping just long enough to make a quick little gesture towards the statue. ] We're quite certain this is a necessary tradition, are we?
[ Does it spark joy? In the children? Truly? ]
G.
[ Tired? After a night of helping and gifting and good deeds and free reign on minor life-changing miracles and eating cookies as part of a job description?
Skill issue. Aziraphale is posture-perfect, not a thread out of place. He's practically glowing. Like a slightly eldtritch capybara in a hot spring. The pillows within a certain radius? So fluffy. The blankets? Slightly warmer. The vibes? Immaculate. ]
Well! I think we've all done a lovely job of it, don't you?