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Who: Aziraphale and OPEN
What: Just vibing around the North Pole tbh. May also serve as a general catchall for other bits and bobs through the month.
Where: Several places! Library, dining hall, Vaguely Around, etc.
When: The post-arrival pre-next plot zone. The settling-in zone, even.
Warnings/Notes: None yet, will update as needed/requested!

library.

[ Realistically, this is probably the number one place most guaranteed to get results in the Aziraphale sightings economy. The library is equal parts enrichment in his enclosure and a decent simulation of his native environment. Well, as long as he ignores the DVDs and CDs and such. Which he does.

If someone wanted to make a very posh zoo enclosure for a wild Aziraphale it would basically be this premise. He's in the library on the daily. Around the same time each day, probably, and winding up in the same specific chair, because he feels better when he can have one or two reliable little rituals on his schedule.

What he's got picked out tends to vary. Largely classic literature or stageplays, which he mostly thumbs through purely for the sake of seeing if they're very different in this reality. The ~big ones~. Austen, Wilde, Dickens, Shakespeare, Shelley, Tolkien, C.S. Lewis. Arthurian folklore but only when he's positive Crowley isn't in the library with him. For normal reasons. Some comically ancient guide of some sort about embroidery, because he's got it on the brain now.

(The very, very first thing that he makes sure to sit down with is a 'Winnie-the-Pooh' collected works, of course. It's actually so important that he knows they're the same as the ones he has memorized.)

While in the library, Aziraphale is largely open to socializing. If he's not open to socializing he'll simply not be in the library at all. He'll say friendly hellos every time he first walks in! He's happy to get introduced and talk literature and ask people about what they're reading if they seem amenable!

Although he does have a habit of hitting long stretches where he just sort of zones in on a book and stops paying attention to literally everything and everyone around him. Give him like an hour. He'll blink again, honest. ]

communal relaxation area.

[ Also a decent bet on places to find Aziraphale! It's cozy. He loves cozy. Coziness is in his top three favorite concepts humans came up with. Heaven is too minimalist to take the credit and Hell is too claustrophobic.

He might be reading by a very pretty window, as prophecy foretold. He might just be having some pastries and people-watching, like a cool normal person. An angel practicing his fancy shuffling and other card-based magic tricks? In your North Pole? It's more likely than you think. Important to note: the shuffling and sleight of hand are performed very poorly. Aziraphale is still thriving.

He's even more willing to socialize out here. It's what the whole setup is built for, truly. Come get your free "oh hello!"s and "how are you getting on?"s. Or if you like, in full 'old silly being an old silly' intonation: ]

Lovely weather we're having.

[ It's a low bar, being the funniest angel Heaven's ever turned out. But by god he's doing it. ]

wildcard.

[ for whatever other options! Aziraphale straight up doesn't do sleep, so he can theoretically be found at any hour in these locations, or like... out for a stroll or getting a snack or paging through a book. Doing everything in his power to not learn how to use the network or a modern phone or anything of the sort. If he recognizes anyone from the Wilderlands or the intro event, he's also likely to want to say hi and see how they're doing.

Possibly just having some cocoa and regarding the Globe of Belief with a very real sort of fondness. (A guardian is a guardian and Earth is Earth, even if this isn't the Earth he was made for and he's not the sort of guardian made specifically for it, technically. Always been a problem of his, he supposes. Getting attached.)

hmu with whatever or gimme a poke at

comatoseroses and we can work something out! i'll do closed starters idc. ]

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[ Crowley suffers in such dire and incomprehensible ways. ]

No, I want to prove I could keep up with Jane Austen, since she could apparently heist circles around me. Very important distinction. I'll buy you a drink after! It'll be fun.

[ He'll be the most embarrassing old queen to be next to in a ten-mile radius about it, partly on purpose.

What if we thought very hard about kissing in Chawton House mid-argument about where it's smartest to hide stolen diamonds, and we were both celestial creatures older than time 👉👈 ]

You and everyone else, honestly.

[In case Aziraphale might actually feel bad about not knowing the heist thing, Crowley will continue to gently reassure him that he's very smart.]

And I'll be bringing a bottle of wine to drink on the tour, no need to buy me a drink afterward.

[He won't actually try to bring a bottle of wine, he just wants to make Aziraphale fuss.]

[ This demon is not escaping the sweetheart allegations by bringing gentle affirmations to the party. Honestly, how dare he. ]

Crowley. [ For shame. Tsk tsk. ] You're not bringing anything of the sort.

[ are u having him on again. is this a have-on. ]

[He's absolutely having him on, which might be evident by the fact he's grinning.]

Alright, alright, I'll just bring a vape.

[Does Aziraphale know what a vape is? Time to find out!!!!]

[ Aziraphale gives him the suspicious squint of a person who has no idea what a vape is and is trying to make a very fast judgement call based on Crowley's face and tone alone.

Vape???? VAPE???????? He assumes he's offended by that. ]

...

That would be even worse.

[ Tone: making a very educated guess about a crossword puzzle answer. ]

You've no idea what a vape is, do you?

[Oh, it's always fun when he gets to introduce Aziraphale to something that he's going to hate. It's like bringing home a fucked up toy to upset your dog with.

Crowley snaps his fingers and summons the most high tech, obnoxious looking vape that he's seen in the past couple of years. He grins, takes a long drag and blows out an obnoxious amount of smoke in Aziraphale's direction.

It smells like bubblegum.]

[ Good lord. His instinct was right. This is so much worse than he could have imagined. He fucking HATES that.

The gasp he gusps. Etc. ]

Anthony J. Crowley, you stop smoking at me immediately--

[ FULL NAME AND EVERYTHING, gay little handwaves to make offended eye contact through this gross bubblegum smoke post-haste. We are yelling a little in the library, as a treat. Aziraphale is doing the whole production.

Objectively, it's going to be very helpful to know what those are for when he has to put up a very large sign on the shop door banning them. ]

Dreadful. No, you can very well leave your vapors in the circus tent from whence they came, you old saddle goose!

[ siri where are the divorce lawyers in the north pole this is urgent ]

[Fine, fine, Crowley will stop smoking at Aziraphale. Instead, he'll blow smoke rings up towards the ceiling, which is definitely what Aziraphale meant when he told him to stop and not Crowley choosing to be as annoying as demonically possible.

Always sort of fun to get full named. He's tucking that away in a pocket like a fun little treat for later.]

You should try it, you might like it.

[He's going to offer the vape out to Aziraphale fully expecting it to be smacked out of his hands.]

[ live aziraphale reaction

Sometimes love... is not enough. ]

I'll be doing nothing of the sort, thank you.

[It's a shame that Crowley died, here on this night in the North Pole, because he tried to offer Aziraphale a vape.]

C'mon, angel. It comes in chocolate cake flavor.

[Another snap of his fingers and now the vape juice is, in fact, chocolate cake flavor.

He knows this won't be enough, but it's funny anyway.]

[ Aziraphale pinches the bridge of his nose. How is this somehow more exhausting than averting an apocalypse or fleeing from nightrenders?

Chocolate cake flavor. Smoke. What the fuck are humans doing. ]

If I want to taste chocolate cake, I'll take myself to the dining hall and find actual cake. Stop being absurd.

[Note to self: take Aziraphale to one of those stupid fancy restaurants where one of the courses is just a bunch of smoke under a cloche.]

Ah, but will the chocolate cake get you high?

[SURPRISE BITCH IT'S WEED.]

It might just, if I ask nicely enough.

[ North Pole staff, what is your source. Reveal the secrets.

Literally would rather discorporate than use that thing anyway. ]

And I imagine it would look much less ridiculous. [ gottem ]

Is that a trick out of Yeshua's book?

[Water into wine. Chocolate cake into weed brownies.]

Bold of you to make a fuss about looking ridiculous. I've seen your magic act.

[Check and mate.

And more smoke, too. He's just going to keep using the vape now.]

[ All the work that Aziraphale puts into miming like he's zipping his mouth shut to keep a weed brownies secret, only to end up freshly offended. ]

Stage magic is fun and entertaining. You can hardly give it the same presentation as an academic lecture. [ Scoff! Huff!!!

He picks his book back up and everything, he so totally doesn't even care actually. ]

[Oh, he's picked up that book, that means business.

Crowley continues turning the area around them into a chocolate cake scented scene from Silent Hill, though the vapor mysteriously doesn't intrude on the rest of the library.]

That's not my point. My point is that it's as equally ridiculous as vaping. More ridiculous, actually, since at least vaping can get you stoned.

[ The audacity of this bitch. ]

Noted. I'll mark you as a preemptive "no fun no-show" next time I have a chance to perform, then.

[ He won't even invite him he will just languish, unsupported by his closest companion in his enthusiasms! Crowley will be too busy making rooms smell and complaining about fun! ]

Probably for the best, last two times I've been to your magic shows, someone almost got shot.

[That's a bad track record!! For both of them!!]

I don't see why the first one counts. That was the trick.

[ And Crowley did it beautifully! Just like he knew he would! Not going to bring that trick out of retirement anytime soon, of course, lord no, but still. This disrespect for the intricate ritual of it all. Inconsiderate.

Something something metaphors, love as a tool for harm but being able to hand it to someone and trust that they won't use it for that, something something Aziraphale's dumb romanticizing ass really has not considered that maybe for Crowley that was just extremely stressful all around and not a thrilling momentous series of memories??? ]

[There's the temptation to point out that Aziraphale is being a hypocrite, considering how cranky he got about Crowley being discorporated, but that feels a little dangerous, to bring that up.]

It was still bloody terrifying! [He will be a little more honest, though, as a treat.] Would've been a right mess, especially after we went to all that trouble to not get shot by Nazis.

[That's one way of framing what happened, rather than just being blunt about Crowley saving him.]

[ Wow, that was different because a) it was Crowley and b) it wasn't Aziraphale and c) the discorporation actually happened. Obviously.

Hm. Hmmm. Aziraphale will look up from pretending to read for this. Try to run a google translate on Crowley's face. ]

Terrifying? Was it really? [ Cool ways to say he's straight up never thought of it through that lens. We are non-judgmentally confused in the club right now. ] Not that it wasn't nerve-wracking, obviously, the whole thing went a bit sideways, but.

[ Terrifying? ]

[When replaying this conversation later, Crowley will regret getting high before it, because it makes him much more willing to actually say things that he'd usually bite back.

He looks at Aziraphale like he's wondering if he's being fucked with, because he remembers how he felt that night and thought it would've been obvious how scared he was.]

'Course it was — you — [Sometimes a demon has to aggressively gesture with a vape, to get his point across.] — I thought I was going to discorporate you!

[ This is what the kids call a real "sale sale" versus "sasa lele" moment. ]

But you didn't. [ They had a trust moment and fully committed to the bit together, it was lovely. Although, well. As much work as Crowley's historically put into saving him (and as much work doing that as Aziraphale has maybe perhaps engineered historically, and enjoyed seeing him bask in a rescue well done)... hmmmmmmmm.

Could have been unsettling. From that angle. A bit. Sounds fake because Aziraphale had the privilege of knowing it was Crowley on the other end which always mitigates a bit of worry w/r/t physical peril, but okay?

He makes a thoughtful sound somewhere in the back of his throat. ]

If I knew you were that worried about it, I would have given you a blank round from the start.

[ Not nearly as ~spicy~ a technique, that. If it would have made Crowley feel better, though. ]

[The downside to Crowley being a little high in this moment is that he's being far more truthful than he would have been, otherwise. The upside is that he doesn't immediately lose his shit at that comment, and chooses, instead, to take a looooong pull on the vape.]

Why was I not offered that option back then?

[ Aziraphale almost sort of begins to feel like he might be in trouble?? Even though he is the specialest magician?

Hmm surely not. ]

Because the book called for live rounds. And I was rather under the impression that you were familiar with handling firearms. So.

[ Fruity hand swirl. ~So~ he fucked around and live rounds he brought, and then he found out through unanticipated miracle blockage (definitely not from lack of asking clarifying questions). Duh. ]

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i'm stealing book canon for this no one can stop me

calls the good omens police on u

I'm not going back to prison 🔫

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