Dossier Twenty-six

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Here is Henrietta. Henrietta brought Crowley's bathroom. She is in a nightgown.

She is also stuck on a towel hook.

Why is she stuck on a towel hook? Because she has a pair of enormous--or rather, proportional--dove-gray wings curving out of her back. And one of them is caught on the towel hook.

She winces.]

Oh... This is bad, I think.


[[Bwahaha, experiment start. Henrietta is now an angel. |D ]]

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Holds still, wincing a little, and then relaxing as the wing comes free. She cranes her neck to look over her shoulder and gives the wings a tiny, experimental twitch.]

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

[he blinks, and when he speaks, he sounds as surprised as he looks] . . . Oh goodness, they really are real.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.]

[o_o]

[O-O]

[BAWLING]

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

[aslkej;alsk noooo DDDX ] Really, there's no need to be upset--!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Wibbling at him.] But what do I do?

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Ah. . . I'm afraid I haven't the faintest idea. Are they causing you any sort of pain?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No. It hurt when they got stuck... but now they just feel funny.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

And there was no previous warnings of, er, spontaneous wing growths, you said?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[;~;] N...no. Only with signores Aziraphale and Crowley, but they're angels already!

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

[pulling a clean handkerchief from his pocket, which he offers to her] I'm sure there's some way to account for everything. . .

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Thank you. [Wipes her eyes carefully.] Th...the Twins, they probably did it.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

I'm. . . afraid that does seem to be the most logical explanation at the moment. Another of their experiments, it seems like.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[;~;] They just did one to me, though.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I'm sorry to hear that. It would seem as though their sense of timing needs quite a bit of work.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[wibble] I guess I can't go outside for a while.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

I take it that someone having wings is not entirely normal for your world, then?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Shakes her head] Not at all.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Ah ha ha, well, I can see how that might pose as a bit of a dilemma, then.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Miserable winged child is miserable.] And I broke his mirror, too.

[Lawl. Mirror? Totally not broken.]

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

[glancing around, looking for said mirror (because if it's broken, he should clean it up before someone gets hurt DX ), then he blinks and laughs a little at himself] Ah, you don't mean the mirror in here, do you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....stares at it] But it was broken. It was.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Is it possible you only thought you'd broken it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No, it was broken! I know it was. Look! [Holds up her hand, which has a small cut.] I got that from the glass.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, were you trying to clean up the shards--? If you'd like, I could heal that for you.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's all right, I can get signore Aziraphale to heal it. It's only a little cut. It might even go away by itself. [...and it does. Right then. In front of her face. She stares.] Ah. Well, thank you.