realityshifted | 001 | an angel's arrival

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001 | an angel's arrival

[Aziraphale appears on the Plane, looking about in bemusement.] Oh, dear. This wasn’t quite what I expected.

[He knew there’d been something strange about that shop. Still, it’s a bit disappointing. He’d been somewhat looking forward to the prospect of a new little store. They often contain books overlooked by everyone else in some forgotten corner.]

Adam? [Asked hesitantly, because this certainly isn’t Heaven, it doesn’t seem to be Hell, and that more or less leaves the cause of this in the hands of the only teenager he knows who’s capable of manipulating reality.]

[Then he spots the kiosk and strides over, selecting the first brochure (paper, of course, his brief interaction with the machine in order to get it to print was more than enough) and begins to skim it, murmuring comments aloud as he does.] Do former hellhounds count as sentient, I wonder? Chicago? That seems rather a random choice. Television character? As if I’d– Test subjects? Dear Lord. ‘Dragged from one reality to anoth-’

[There he stops, frowning at the area around him.] Oh, come now, dear boy, this is quite surpassing the top. [Not exactly the expression he’s looking for, but he continues on unperturbed.] Perhaps I do need a change of scenery, but this is hardly the appropriate way to go about achieving that. I’m very busy, you know, so I’m afraid I really must insist you put reality back in its proper order. [That comes out a bit more disapproving than he’d intended, and he pauses.] Er. Please. I’d very much appreciate it, if you don’t mind.

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[Aziraphale chuckles a bit despite himself. It's really not funny, that Crowley missed talking to people so, but of course he would include drinking in there.]

So that bit I read about the bar is true, then? [He smiles, slightly wistfully.] How's their wine selection?

It's great. I spotted a few bottles of Romanée Conti in there. Come on.

[He started heading toward the bar.]

[Ah. Yes. He should have known that mentioning it would prompt Crowley to take him there.

All right, he had known, and it's possible that's partly why he'd mentioned it. He follows after Crowley.]

Really? Well. I suppose that's something to be said for this place, at least. Whoever's responsible may be using innocent - more or less - people as test subjects, but they do have exceptional taste in wine.

Well, they can do whatever they want to me now. Apparently the other Crowley got stuck as a snake for a week as an experiment. Obnoxious, but not awful.

[There's a small building next to the bar and Crowley heads right for it. He takes off his cloak as he opens the door and lazily tosses it onto the immaculate bed inside. It's really nothing more than a bedroom. There are a number of leafy green plants near the window.]

Sorry. It was getting a little warm.

Ah. Yes. Certainly not the worst that could happen.

[He's still wary, especially at the way Crowley phrased that first bit. But then he can't help but grin in amusement as Crowley opens the door to the building next to the bar. Aziraphale's absolutely not at all surprised that Crowley has a room next to the bar, though he is definitely curious.]

How did you manage this, my dear? And where did you get those clothes? Surely you -

[About then is what the entirety of what Crowley said earlier sinks in.]

Sorry. Did you say, the other Crowley?

Yes. I thought I mentioned him earlier... [He shrugs.] No matter. Yeah, there's another of me that has access to the Plane. He, er... Seems to have everything I don't. This room is actually from his flat.

[He frowns a bit and closes the door. He seems a bit down, thinking about that handsome devil like that. Now he really needs that drink.]

Come on, Angel. Let's go get that Romanée Conti.

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It's possible. I was a bit, er. Overwhelmed. [Rather like he is now, trying to wrap his mind around the idea of two of Crowley in one place.]

Oh.

[He has more questions, but Crowley seems quite ready to move on from the subject, so Aziraphale drops it. He does dislike it when the demon is upset.]

Yes, let's.

[He steps inside the bar and behind the counter like so many times before (read: nearly every day). He looked over the bottles until he spotted the wine. He grabbed two bottles and two wine glasses.]

Er... Let's go back to my room with this, actually.

[He wanted privacy with the angel. Even if it was just to catch up.]

[Crowley's familiarity with the bar wouldn't particularly be a surprise even if he hadn't currently been residing in a room right next to it, though it does make Aziraphale smile fondly.]

Yes, I suppose that would be better. I find myself not particularly in the mood for company.

[He nods and leads him back to his room. There is also a table and two chairs near the door and all those plants scattered about (but mostly by the window). He flops into one of the chairs.]

Home, sweet home.

[Aziraphale discreetly looks about the room as he settles himself in the other chair. Or perhaps not so discreetly, but he makes an attempt, at least. The plants surprise him a bit, mostly because the Plane hadn't particularly seemed like an ideal place to be finding plants.]

Are the plants from here, or, er. Other realities?

They're from this girls world. I misheard her when she was trying to tell me she'd get me some pants. I thought she said plants. She brought me both.

[Oh... Maybe he should explain that better...]

Er... The night before I woke up without my powers I'd banished my clothing. I had nothing to wear except my boxers so I poked my head out of my room and asked for some clothing. I got a suit, what I'm wearing now, and two pairs of pants out of that...

[Aziraphale's eyebrows raise at that. Yes, further explanation about receiving pants from strange girls would be quite welcome. His eyebrows lower after Crowley expands on his statement.]

Ah. I'd wondered about the clothes you're wearing.

[He's feeling slightly awkward now. He keeps forgetting that Crowley's powers are gone.]

Er. Do you need anything more?

[He eyes him a bit warily. He knows the angel's tastes when it came to clothing, but he knew he really did need more. Finally he nods.]

Yeah. I could use a bit more since I have to do all of this manually.

[Speaking of manual, he uses a corkscrew to pull the cork out of one of the wine bottles and then pours some into each glass.]

[There's no need for that hesitation. Aziraphale's tastes are the height of fashion. Besides, he knows of Crowley's misguided distaste for tartan, and Aziraphales's not so cruel as to saddle Crowley with clothing not suited to his liking when he's down.

Though he'd be sorely tempted under different circumstances.

He wills an assortment of clothing that he remembers seeing Crowley wearing into existence on the bed, frowning absently at it.]

Do you have any idea if whatever did this will reverse it any time soon?

Not a clue.

[He takes a swig of wine before getting up to put the clothing away. The demon is surprisingly particular about where everything goes.]

I think my sunglasses are tied to it. I need to find them.

[Half way through putting everything where it belonged, he decided he was quite tired of the criminally outdated clothing he was in. Off goes the tunic.]

[His frown gets deeper as he watches Crowley move to put his clothes away, though he does break for a small smile when he grabs his wine glass and takes a sip.]

You said someone else lost a cross, and you found it in your world. Perhaps your sunglasses are in someone else's?

[Ah. Er. Perhaps Aziraphale should not be staring quite so intensely at Crowley now that his activities have changed. His gaze falls down to his glass, staring into the wine.]

[He frowns a bit, sliding off the breeches. He's now down to his black boxers.]

If that's the case, they're lost to me unless the person whose world they're on finds them and is kind enough to bring them back.

[He pulls on a pair of the new slacks, looking more comfortable in something like his own clothing.]

[Aziraphale looks up instinctively as Crowley responds. And then keeps looking. It's not polite to stare intently into your wine glass when having a conversation with someone, after all.

All right, there are other reasons, but the only one Aziraphale will admit to is that Crowley being right there with him is still too new for Aziraphale to want to let him out of his sight for long.]

We could ask around, I suppose? I don't expect we'd be fortunate enough that they'd be in my world.

[At least he manages not to sound too flustered.]

[He turns toward the angel and leaves the pants unbuttoned as he grabs a shirt and slips into it. He starts to button up the shirt.]

I doubt it would be on your world, Angel. You weren't on the Plane by the time they disappeared.

[He moves the glass to his lips almost unconsciously, taking a drink when he realizes he's raised it.]

Yes, I doubt it would be much easier if they were, in any case.

[Look at him converse very calmly, when all he really wants to do is ask Crowley why, exactly, he'd kissed him when he first saw him. There are more important things at hand.]

Perhaps we could post some sort of lost advertisement?

[Button, button, button. Then he tucks in the shirt and does up his pants. Muuuuch better. He sits back down and takes a sip of the wine, truly savoring it this time.]

There's already a list about it at the Kiosk. No bites so far.

[Well. That's done, now their focus can return completely to the conversation. The conversation that Aziraphale really can't find anything else to contribute to.]

Ah.

[He watches Crowley drink for a long moment.]

I've missed you, my dear.

[His voice is all but a murmur. He feels a bit awkward saying it. Crowley had been alone for a lot longer than Aziraphale had been without Crowley, after all. But it's the truth.]

[Crowley's a bit caught off guard by that, but he reaches over and gives the angel's hand a squeeze.]

I've missed you too, Angel.

[His own voice was quiet saying that. He still regrets that he never told his Aziraphale how he felt. There was that one wonderful, incredible night, but he had mistakenly thought they had more time.

He shifted his chair closer so that he was sitting beside Aziraphale instead of across from him.]

Do you want to tell me what happened?

[Aziraphale squeezes back, setting down his wine glass as Crowley shifts around the table.

He isn't certain he does. So far, he's managed quite well not talking about it at all.]

It's - our superiors weren't terribly pleased with us, you know, after Armageddon was stopped. Yours sent people after you. We were in hiding, but they found us anyway.

[He doesn't say, 'I couldn't protect you,' because it's not something he wants to admit out loud.]

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