Phale's Rare Books, Sunday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The door is once again open, and the shop is filled with the inviting smell of pastries. Back in the reading lounge, Aziraphale sits curled up in corner of the big couch, reading a novel. Beside him, Crowley is lounging, stretched out with his feet up on the arm of the couch and his head resting on Aziraphale's thigh. He's reading a newspaper.


EDITED: The shop is now CLOSED. Crowley and Aziraphale are on their way out. [OOC: Shop has closed following Tonks' arrival.]

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[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

*wanders in*

*brushes fingers over the spines of the books, looking for something interesting to read*

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale hears the chime of the bell on the shop door and smiles. He calls out from where he's sitting. "Please come in, my dear. Would you join us for tea?"

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"I'd love to, Mr. Phale." Inara selects a book from the shelf and enters the reading lounge.

She recognises the gentleman with Mr. Phale, she just hasn't actually met him before. "Hello."

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia came breezily into the shop. "Hey Aziraphale." She sees Crowley. "Mr. Crowley" she inclined her head into a nod

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Maia, my dearest, come for another little taste of evil? [He smiles wickedly]

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia's eyebrow raised. "Not today Mr. Crowley. Thank you for asking though. Is the duck howling yet?" She smiled warmly at the demon.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks into the shop and waves at Phale and Crowley. He seems distracted but quietly goes to work categorizing a recent shipment of old books.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale smiles at Marty as he enters. "My dear, come sit and have some tea with us. Those books can wait."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sits down on one of the chairs and pours himself some tea.

"Thanks. I don't mind the work though."

[b-chenowith.livejournal.com]

Brenda walks in, peering uncertainly on the shelves, occasionally taking down a book and paging through it.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty waves at Brenda.

"Hey Ms. Chenowith. How are you?"

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

The lights were on and Yazoo could see the inside. It looked like the shop was open.

He hesitated outside for a bit before deciding to go in. Just in, get the book and leave and not disturb the light man again.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

He notices Yazoo's presence immediately, and identifies it as that from the night before. Gently touching Crowley's shoulder to indicate that he's moving, Aziraphale stands and moves through the shop to where Yazoo is standing.

"Good day, my dear. Won't you come in and sit with us, and have some chocolate?" His voice is soft and soothing.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was going for a record here, he was trying to go a whole day without going into the Clinic.

It wasn't really going to work because he had charting to finish, he needed to spring Grissom, check on Archie and Jack and also return some favors he'd called in to get the necessary equipment here from the mainland, so he was going to have to go in to the Clinic for a few hours.

But he was putting it off as long as possible and to that end he decided to detour into the bookstore. Unfortunately, he didn't have House with him today, at least not yet. The older man might search him out later. For the time being, it was just a quiet oncologist who slipped through the door.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

If it isn't the good doctor. What are you looking for today, pet? Something about fluffy bunnies?

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

While on a walk around town enjoying the Autumn air, Aayla finds herself back at the block where Aziraphale's shop is. See it's actually open today, she decides to make a visit.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He stands outside the shop, smoking a cigarette. He feels her before he sees her, and watches her approach.]

My beautiful Aayla...to what do I owe this visit?

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor had never been to the Rare Book store before, but from what he'd heard, he knew that was where he had a good chance of finding Crowley, and after the encounter on the beach Friday night, he definitely wanted to have a few words with him.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale looks up from his book at the newcomer, and raises an eyebrow. "Good day, my dear. Do come in. Is there something I can help you find?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

Susan enters the shop, glancing briefly around. The presence of so many others makes her want to fade instinctively, but she resists the urge. The smell of the bookshop calms her - familiar things like paper and ink, pastries and coffee. She inhales appreciatively and heads for the shelves.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale gets up from his seat and excuses himself from his guests. Stepping around the bookcase, he smiles at Susan. "Good day, my dear. May I help you find something?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Seeing the open door as she passes, Tara hesitates. The bookshop is actually probably the safest place in the world, and she did want to talk to Aziraphale... but she's not sure if she can face Crowley again.

Standing at the open doorway, she knocks loudly, not so much as stepping over the threshold.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Hearing the knock, Aziraphale gives a surprised look at the door and then rises from the couch. He gives Crowley an apologetic look and smoothes his hair, then walks up to the front of the shop. Seeing Tara, he smiles and motions her inside.

"Please, my dear, do come in. May I offer you some tea? Or chocolate?"

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

Tonks entered the store quietly, taking care not to bump into anything. She moved to examine a shelf at eyelevel, curiously examining the contents.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Good day, Miss Tonks. Is there anything I can help you find?" Aziraphale steps out from near the back of the shop.