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[exensis.livejournal.com]

[It would have been a dark and stormy night, if there was weather on the Plane–as it was, the very nature of the air shifted as the two appeared. Claustrophobic. Heavy. The dark promise of Evil to Come. The air trembled with malice as the first spoke.]

...I do think he was referring to you on that last bit. [Aziraphale and Crowley are on the Plane, both wearing labcoats rather than their usual jackets. Aziraphale is holding a clipboard with pen in hand.]

[Actually, I was referring to you. You're supposed to be evil.]

Who is that, anyway? And what happened to my suit jacket? White isn't really my colour, you know.

[Little did the mad lovers know–]

[Aziraphale and Crowley both turn their heads slowly to stare at each other in shock.]

[...what now.]

...lovers?

[Yes. That's what I said.]

I...I think you're mistaken. I'm an angel. [His tone implies that this explains everything]

[Henrietta appears, looking rather alarmed and confused. She's hugging her violin case ti–I beg your pardon, you aren't supposed to enter yet.] Wh...what?

[Chris shows up moments later, looking none too pleased for his part. ... We might as well start this whole scene from the top. Can no one follow their cues anymore?] ... Dammit. It followed me.

Chris, you remember, right? I wasn't dreaming?

[Henrietta looks up, hunting for the source of the voice. Of course you weren't dreaming, now can we please get this done correctly?] Um... yes sir. I'm sorry?

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She blinks.] Crowley, why are you wearing a lab coat?

[Pause. Because she just called him Crowley. What else would you call him?] Oh... right. Of course.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Beats me. I'm slightly more concerned about the disembodied voice following us around, and the fact that it's entirely delusional.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Disembodied voice? [Tilts her head back again.] You mean that person that keeps talking to us?

[ghostlighter]

You're telling me.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you got to keep your regular apparel, Henrietta. [The violin case, however, was a problem. A problem he would soon be fixing, permanently.] It's not a problem, no.

That's a bit rude, actually.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[HUGS HER VOILIN CASE] Wh...what?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[looks at Aziraphale blankly]

"I'm an angel"?

[exensis.livejournal.com]

Well I am! Can't be evil if I'm an angel, can I?

[ghostlighter]

[Just rolls his eyes. e-e]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[just...stares]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...but he is, isn't he? [...seems rather confused on that point.]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... Uh.

[What the hell? Not only are they all dressed strangely, but there is something invisible talking to them.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Hello.

[ghostlighter]

[What are you looking at.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Is standing around in a white lab coat. With great black feathered wings coming from his shoulder blades. And looking very confused/put-out]

Er.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

...yes?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Is something wrong?

[ghostlighter]

A lot of things are.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't think so?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Other than the delusional voice? I look awful in white.

[contract_star]

[Hei appears wearing a lab coat, big, dorky, thick-rimmed glasses, and an expression that clearly says that he currently hates the entire universe. Mr. Narrator soon follows:]

[Enter Hei, a brilliant, if standoffish, researcher for Heav & Hel Industries--]

No I'm not. Why am I wearing glasses? [Takes them off and squints at the Plane before slipping them back on.] Dammit.

[Hei works for Aziraphale and Crowley--]

No I don't.

[--and is the brother of Henrietta and Chris.]

What?!

[Really, you people are impossible to work with. Here I am, trying to do my job, and all I get are interruptions! I tell you--]

Shut up! Just shut up! [Glares daggers at the aforementioned.] Someone, explain what is going on, now.

[ghostlighter]

Hei! [Looking a bit... not desperate, but at least somewhat thankful he's here.] Please tell me you don't think we're brothers.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Hei! [Henrietta breaks away from Chris, runs over, and hugs him around the waist.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

...at least we're not the only one's in lab coats.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Nice glasses.