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[ticktocktower.livejournal.com]

[There's a high school-aged school wandering on the plane today, her schoolbag clutched tightly in both hands, dangling in front of her while she examines her surroundings. Her neck is craned backwards at an awkward (and possibly somewhat uncomfortable) angle so she can stare up at the star-patched sky, bushy hair falling haphazardly down her back.

Her facial features are contorted in curious confusion, brows furrowed together and nose wrinkled, and she releases one hand from the strap of her bag to brush a few strands of her bangs from her eyes.]

This isn't right...

[It's mumbled, mostly to herself, and her sneakers squeak against the metallic ground as she turns on her heel, shifting her searching gaze from the sky to the stars underneath her feet.

A few more moments of silence pass, before she straightens. Without ceremony, she lifts her free hand up to her arm and pinches it-- hard.]

Ouch!

[That plan certainly didn't work.]

Mou... so much for that dream theory.

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[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He almost wishes he'd gone with the option of simply creating some mugs of cocoa for them as he waits for the kettle to boil, but aside from generally dislike to abuse his powers so, he hadn't wanted to alarm the girl with any more such displays.]

Ah. Well, aside from telling you the obvious in that you have been allowed access to the Plane, I'm afraid I can't help you much. Nobody seems to be entirely certain why only particular people are capable of coming here.

[His tone is regretful. He does wish he could have better news for her]

[ticktocktower.livejournal.com]

[As surprising as this place is, she will slowly get used to it-- she is trying to take it in stride, after all]

Maybe... whoever is in charge here is just picky.

[Mugs, get!]

Thank you for being willing to explain everything, by the way.

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He smiles at that.]

Highly selective? It does seem to be that way.

[It's as good of a theory as any, at least. He gives another bright smile when he sees she's gotten mugs, and gives the kettle a slight nudge so it's boiling.]

Ah, excellent. And it's no trouble at all, dear girl. I only wish I could be of more assistance.

[ticktocktower.livejournal.com]

[A beat, before she asks]

How do you return home? Do you just... think about it and walk?

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He pours water into the mugs, not terribly concerned about such things as whether or not there was cocoa mix in them. There is now.]

Yes. Well, the walking part isn't necessary, actually, but it can help. The thinking is the important bit.

[He opens a drawer and pulls out two spoons, setting one in each mug and sliding one of the mugs across the counter towards her.]

[ticktocktower.livejournal.com]

... it almost sounds too easy to be true.

[But she knows better than to doubt someone who has been here long enough too much. She takes her mug of cocoa with a smile, though it quickly fades into confusion]

Where did you get the cocoa?

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

That was my thinking as well, especially as I arrived here not entirely of my own will.

[He blinks at her question. Ah. He knew he'd forgotten something in his attempt to do things the normal way.]

Oh. Er. I suppose there must be some in this kitchen, mustn't there?

[No, that's not an answer at all, but Aziraphale's just going to smile and pretend as though it is.]