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[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?

Comments

[contract_star]

Seems like it. Either that or it's one that happens to switch between us.

[ooc: oooh pooplets you're right! Good thing you pointed that out now before I needed to retcon something XD]

[ghostlighter]

[Ragged siiigh.] Has it been saying anything foreboding around you?

(ooc: Yeah.. that would have been complicated. XD)

[contract_star]

Oh yes.

[ghostlighter]

Such as...?

[contract_star]

That I'm plagued with guilt over our parents' deaths and that because of this I've thrown myself into my research, which will lead to something awful happening to Henrietta.

[ghostlighter]

[He scoffs, just a little. He finds it ironic that someone like Hei was cast to be plagued with guilt, whereas his own brother was cast into madness. He sobers quickly, however.] You said you were in a lab. Could you tell what kind of research you were supposedly doing?

[contract_star]

[Raises an eyebrow at the scoff, but doesn't comment.]

I'm not entirely sure. I was making something, or I was supposed to be. I'm really not one for science. But there were a lot of printouts that looked like status updates.

[ghostlighter]

[Ignores the eyebrow quirking, thank you.]

You think anyone here could tell you what they mean? If it really does pose a threat to Henrietta...

[contract_star]

...The Doctor might be able to. But for all we know he might be involved in this as well. Do you know if there's anyone else who's been affected?

[ghostlighter]

But there are a lot of different versions of him here, right? ... no, I don't. This is the first time I've been here since things turned all... weird.

[contract_star]

That's another problem.

Then who knows. We might be the only ones affected.

[ghostlighter]

Problem?

Is that supposed to be reassuring?

[contract_star]

Finding a Doctor and figuring out which one to ask.

Well, at least it means fewer disembodied voices.

[ghostlighter]

We can't just ask any of them?

... you have a point.

[contract_star]

The most recent one is crazy, and I'm not sure the human ones will know as much.

[ghostlighter]

Then we just avoid those. Any of the others should work, right?

[contract_star]

Hopefully, though unless they're wearing their badges it's impossible to tell them apart.

[ghostlighter]

Well, then we'll just keep looking until we find one that will help. Problem solved.

[contract_star]

Sounds like a plan.