fandomtownies | Rare Book Shop, Wednesday

"Mr. Phale? I mean, Azra?" Tara calls, wondering why the sign says open if the proprietor is not there. "Are you here?" Or, given this town, are you invisible?

Azirphale's voice floats up from somewhere in the vicinity of the floor behind the counter. "I'll be right with you, Miss Mclay. Help yourself to some tea if you like."

A teapot and a plate of cookies are set out on the table by the armchairs, next to an antique candlestick telephone and a vase of very dead roses.

Grateful to find another tea drinker in this coffenated town [ooc: that is so a word], Tara pours herself a cup of tea and inhales the fragrance. It's good. He obviously needs to do some housekeeping, though.

After a momen, Aziraphale pops up from behind the counter, looking somewhat dusty and rumpled. He's removed the coat that he usually wears, and his tie is askew.

"So sorry about the mess. I've decided to do a bit of cleaning. What can I do to help you?"

There's a cheery sound in his voice that wasn't there the last time they spoke.

[Mmm hmm]

Tara looks around, and politely does not comment on the cleaning. "I thought of a spell. That might help Maia. Or at least, it might help me to find out what's hurting Maia, so we can figure out how to make it stop. But the library's Special Collections has been closed. I was hoping you had some spell books? I've seen it called 'Mindwalk', but I don't remember which book it was in."

"Maia? Of course -- let me see what I have."

Pulling out a small old-fashioned key, Aziraphale walks to one of the closed cupboards and inserts the key into the lock. Tara can see a faint glow travel from his hand and down the key, and then the cupboard opens.

"Perhaps if you could tell me more about the spell, it may be a bit easier to find?"

"Sure. It allows the caster to travel into another person's mind, entering their dream state. A friend of mine used it to help someone who was catatonic. I'm hoping that if I can get to where Maia is, I can find out what's keeping her there and how to get her back."

Aziraphale looks over toward Tara, a couple of books already in his hands. "Don't you think that's a bit dangerous? There's the possibility that you could become trapped, you know."

She nods. "I know. I've made arrangements with Doctor House at the clinic to watch my vital signs. I'm hoping that if anything happens I can just follow my astral trail back to my body."

Going over to take the books from his hands, Tara adds, "and it might be dangerous. But Mr. Phale, she's so frightened. And it's all my fault."

Aziraphale lets Tara take the books, looking deeply worried. "I would very much like to encourage you not to do this, Miss Maclay. Can Doctor House help you if you're not able to come back?"

Tara pauses. Finally she says, "I don't think so. No more than he can help Maia." She shakes her head, and continues. "But there should be precautions built into the spell, and maybe if I look for references to people using it I'll know more what the dangers are. Doing the research can't hurt, can it?" Her eyes plead with him to let her try.

Sighing, Aziraphale nods. "Perhaps I could convince you...to do it here. So that I may be available to assist if something happens?"

"I'd love to, Mr. Phale, but she's on an IV... I don't know if the clinic would let her. But, um, Parent's Weekend is coming up. What if we got you onto the campus for that - I mean, as Maia's friend - and did it then?"

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After going to his dorm room to dump off the box Angela had given him, Marty trudges over to Phale's bookstore in the hopes he can catch up with him and follow up on the note he left earlier.

He of course looks like someone beat the crap out of him.

[OOC: Not that Phale would know anything about that.]

Azirphale looks up from where he's sitting on the floor as Marty opens the door. His coat has been removed, and his sleeves are rolled up and his tie askew. He also appears to be covered in a thin layer of dust. There are stacks of books surrounding him.

"Hello, Mr. Blank. My goodness, what happened to you?"

[OOC: No, of course not. How would he?]

Marty sighs. "Poor judgement exacerbated by personal issues. Also known as 'looking for trouble'."

Marty looks around at the stacks of books surrounding Phale.

"I didn't mess up your inventory system that bad did I?"

"No, no, nothing like that," Aziraphale assures Marty. "I simply thought it was high time I made the shop a bit more...welcoming."

He stands and dusts himself off.

"If you don't mind my saying, dear boy, it looks as though you found the trouble you were looking for."

Marty sits down on one of the comfortable chairs.

"Yeah. I found it all right. Paying for it too. Sorry about the sales when you were gone. I think I only sold four books."

"Oh, quite all right. I've never been keen on selling them anyway. Coffee?"

Sitting on the table next to Marty's chair, beside a vase of dead roses, is a plate of sandwiches, as well as a carafe of coffee which in no way resembled a teapot only moments ago.

Marty cocks an eyebrow at the coffee, but is used to the refreshments popping out of no where at this point.

"How do you stay in business? Unless you are independantly wealthy," he says pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Mmmm. Tim Hortons

Sitting down in the other chair with a sigh, Aziraphale picks up the other ~~coffee mug~~ tea cup. "Er, yes, I suppose you could say that."

While not actually looking at Marty, he says, "What sort of trouble, if I may ask?"

"I... got into a fight with Angela and... well had a run in at Spike's last night with another party. Apparently I have this bizarre need to punish myself."

Marty shakes his head.

"I've got some issues I need to work out."

Aziraphale sips his tea and wonders at the sudden increase in relationship difficulties around town.

"What did you fight about?"

Marty sighs. "Mostly our own bad judgement and mistakes... but it pretty much involved Angelus."

Aziraphale raises an eyebrow. "In what way was Angelus involved?"

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