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realityshifted2008-10-26 06:57 pm
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[Joint Post]
[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?
...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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