Phale's Rare Books, Saturday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Once again, the door is open and tea is laid out on the table. Aziraphale is busily reshelving books, after having finally finished the massive inventory project he started.

Anyone familiar with the shop will discover that he's also done a little redecorating. Among the bookshelves near the rear of the shop is a small reading lounge -- several fat armchairs, a couple of small couches, and a scattering of small tables and lamps. A large tray sitting on a low coffee table holds hot drinks and plates of sandwiches, cookies, and tarts.


[OOC: Slow-time until evening EDT. If you stop in and Phale doesn't respond, feel free to hang out anyway.]

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor wanders in around 1 PM. He gets himself a cup of tea, sinks into a chair, and sighs, long and low, inhaling the steam from the drink.]

((No worries about the SP.))

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale's voice comes from behind one of the free-standing bookcases. "Good afternoon, Doctor."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[after another very long sigh] Good afternoon, Aziraphale.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Stepping out from among the shelves, Aziraphale gives the Doctor a sympathetic smile and sets a small stack of books on the counter. He takes a seat in the other armchair and pours himself some tea.

"I'm pleased you came by today. It's been rather a while since we talked last."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[His voice is quiet.] It's good to see you, my friend. I'm sorry I haven't been by sooner.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale nods and sips at his tea. "It's quite all right, my dear. I tend to rather lose track of time myself."

He fishes into a pocket and pulls out a piece of candy. "Butterscotch?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I tend to be too aware of it, myself. [He takes the candy.] Thank you. [Popping it into his mouth, he speaks around it.] How have you and Mr. Crowley been?

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The question earns the Doctor a bright smile. "Oh, quite well, thank you. I believe he's settling into town now, and he seems to be enjoying it."

In fact, he's sitting here right now, except that due to chronofluidity, you can't see him!

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I got the feeling it would be his sort of place. I'd love to speak with him again sometime...keep me on my toes. I need that from time to time.

He and CJ wouldn't get along, though.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

No, I don't believe they'd get on well at all. In fact, I've asked him to stay away from her.

But I'm certain he'd love to speak with you again, Doctor. Crowley may say he hates company, but the fact of it is that he enjoys a good conversation as much as I do.

[Aziraphale smiles.] How is Miss Cregg? I haven't had much opportunity to speak with her lately.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He smiles back. Aziraphale's smiles were infectious.] She's doing all right. We've all had some scrapes lately, but that's how it is, especially around here.

((Mun's gotta be social. Back later tonight.))

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

A good scrape can be good for a person, now and then. I'm glad to hear that she's well.


[ooc: np -- see ya later!]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Yes. She's well. [He sips his tea and stares into the distance.]

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[The demon sits in the comfortable chair sipping his tea and reading up on hotel management. He waits for his meeting]

((for Sebastian))

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

*can be seen on the street for a few seconds before coming in while putting out his cigarette*

*checks reflection in the shop window*

*steps inside, looking like a man under considerable stress, and not liking it*

Mr. Crowley?

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Sebastian, my pet. Come in and join me for tea.

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

It would be my pleasure.

*takes a seat across from him* *tries, but his "charming, suave, rich" vibe is a little forced today*

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

So, darling boy. You have a hotel suddenly and no idea what to do with it. Why in the World would you think this would interest me?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Don't get me wrong, I have an idea what to do with it. I just have a little aversion... to work. *shrugs*

I've seen you around town. You seem like a man who enjoys his luxuries. And The Arms qualifies as pure luxury.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

You ought to know I'm not particularly keen on work, either. I'm more interested in temptation and frustration...Which, hmmm...

[He runs his fingers though his hair and contemplates the idea]

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

The hotel doesn't deal much in frustration, but has temptations a-plenty. And I'm not just talking about our chefs' creations.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Ah, lad...frustrations abound in every arena. I think with proper staffing this could be an amicable arrangement. What luxuries do you provide at The Arms?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

To start... hot tubs, full salon and spa, five star restaurant and bar. Well landscaped gardens perfect for an evening's stroll.

And our Presidential Suite has a custom-made bed big enough for five.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[His smile spreads slowly, but ends in a full grin showcasing his brilliant sharp white teeth. He could tell the place reeked of sin without even seeing it]

That's fantastic, pet. I think we shall make quite the pair of entrepeneurs, don't you?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

*smiles in return, hugely relieved* I have no doubt.