Phale's Rare Books, Tuesday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale continues with his inventory project. He's humming to himself -- it's unlikely, but it just might be Guide Me Home.



[Takes place at anytime during the day except for when he's in the park with Maia. Feel free to play. There are cookes and tea on the table.]

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[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick walks into the shop. "Hello, Mr. Phale!"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale looks up from his inventory book. "Hell, Mr. Tick. Lovely day, isn't it?"

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"It sure is, chum! I was wondering if you had a chance to check your inventory for any more books for my class yet."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Yes, in fact I found you several." He indicates a stack of books on the end of the counter. "I would tell you what they are but the mun forgot to google them Do feel free look through them."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, thank you!" Tick began to look through the stack of books, making special note of something in Latin and something more contemporary, probably only one or two hundred years old.

"I think I'll take the more recent one. The class seemed a little lost by the Latin in Justinian's book."

[OOC: I kind of don't want to know what the book might be. It would make for an interesting class.]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale nods. "Would you like to order copies for your class, or just purchase the one?"


[ooc: I love reading your classes.]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*walks in, humming the Macarena* Mr. Phale? Are you here?

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Sitting in a chair by the tea table is a man with fine, high cheekbones and black hair dressed in an expensive Italian suit and weraing dark sunglasses]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*Eyes the stranger warily, and suddenly remembers Paige mentioning a "Crowley"...eyes the stranger even more warily*

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale walks out from the back of the shop carrying an armload of books. "Mr. Novotny-Bruckner, I'm so pleased to see you. May I assume that you received my message?"


[ooc- Crazy cross-commenting madness! Whee!]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes I did. You found a copy, then?

((ooc: Whee! is right. And mun just got a load of work dropped on her. May be slow to respond.))

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Aayla walks in, searching for a place with a gentle light aura. She'd been here once before, and Mr. Phale was qutie polite and she caught such a feeling from him. Perhaps it did not directly stem from The Force, but there was something about this man that was comforting.
When she enters the shop however, she is hit with not only Mr. Phale's presence, but an equal and opposite dark one.
Overcoming a moment's hesitation, she decided to stay and find Mr. Phale.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Hello, pet. Do come in.

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Her attention is drawn to the dark figure, and she realizes that he is the source of the darkness equal to Mr. Phale's light.
Confused by the use of "pet" in the salutation, Aayla walks towards the man who called her. She bows only slightly, the tips of her lekku swaying in discomfort inconspiculously. "Good evening, sir."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

You're a right proper one, arent you? Do sit down. I'm sure my angel...Mr. Phale, will join us shortly. Tea?

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

"I am trained to be so, yes." Aayla sits, curious about why this... person would be around Mr. Phale's shop. However, considering the diversity of this town, it is becoming less uncommon for the dark to mingle with the light.
Crossing her legs, she nods politely. "Tea would be very nice, thank you." Pausing, she asks, "How do you know Mr. Phale?"

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

The brothers sit outside the shop, bikes idling while they watched the activity in and out. Busy, it looked like. Yazoo looked at the list in his hand. He wouldn't mind finding these books since every bookstore on the mainland said that they were out of print and collectors items.

They would wait until it wasn't so busy.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I've got a zillion threads going now, but if you boys don't mind waiting I'll get with you shortly?]

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

[ooc: It's not a problem. In fact, it's why they haven't come in. They may take off and try again on Friday when you'll be back around. Glad to see you busy though! Good for business.]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Oh, Friday would be good, I think!]

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He steps outside to smoke and casually nods to the boys]

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Seeing the dark one of the pair, Yazoo nodded in return and tucked his list away. It was best to come back later with as many coming and going at the moment.

Kadaj gave the sign for them to go and he rolled off, followed by Loz. Yazoo hung back long enough to watch Crowley a bit longer before driving away.

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki drops in, says hello to Aziraphale and Crowley, and quietly starts organizing and shelving books.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale smiles at Kiki and goes into the kitchen. He returns a moment later with a small tray, holding a cup of cocoa (with a cinnamon stick in it) and a plate of peanut butter cookies. He sets the tray on the counter near where Kiki is working, and then goes back to his chair.

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki smiles, takes a cookie, and sips the cocoa in between alphabetizing.

"Hardy...Hugo..." she murmurs around the cookie held in her teeth. "Dante...Dickens...Dumas. Here we go, Dreiser." She slides the book onto the shelf and wipes the butter-grease of the cookie off her hands on the hem of her robe before picking up the next book.