Rare Books Shop, Monday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The sign on the door still reads 'Closed', but Aziraphale has unlocked it, set out tea with Crowley's help, and settled into his armchair near the window. He's looking a little pale and tired, but he'll wave in anyone who stops and looks as though they need something.


((Aziraphale will be available for slow-play all day, then more steadily after 5:00PM EST. Kiki, Marty and Anya: feel free to jump in and actually open up the shop if you're around.))

((ETA: Kiki has now opened the shop. Please post in her thread if you need to make a purchase.))

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

Red decided to step away from his shop. There was something lingering on his mind and headed down the street. Just the faint shimmer of a magical battle shined over the building, just as he suspected.

He saw the closed sign and the very tired looking shop owner just beyond it.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Crowley walks through the shop, setting a plate of breakfast next to Aziraphale, and touches him on the head softly.]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The angel takes up the plate, smiling at Crowley. He looks out the window toward the figure at the door.

"Dear boy, would you let the Mayor inside, please?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Of course, angel. [He saunters to the door, opening it for Red.] Our fine Mayor, do come in.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale gives Red a smile and nod in greeting. "Is there something I can do for you, Mayor Red? Or have you come for a visit?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

The Clinic was blessedly quiet, save for getting everybody up and out the door, which had been a mild stampeed. Wilson had joked about feeling unloved but he knew how people felt about any hospital situation and he was more then happy to see the kids off back to their routines.

He'd puttered with cleaning up but a general restlessness kept his limbs in motion and though he'd tried to sit down to work on req forms, he'd found his attention hopelessly wandering. Sighing softly, he'd flicked the 'On Call' light on, hooked MegaPager onto his belt and exchanged his lab coat for his overcoat. Just a quick walk.

Oh who the hell was he kidding, he was going to go check on Aziraphale and Crowley, stupid to even pretend otherwise.

However, as he'd gotten closer to the shop, he'd crossed the street so that he approached it from the otherside of the narrow road, as if he were angling to go into the park. Feet dragged to a stop and for a split second he'd felt a stab of disquiet when he saw the closed sign still in the window, ahhh but then...then he could see figures moving about.

Aziraphale and Crowley were, distinctive and Wilson felt a bit of the weight he'd been lugging about since Saturday lift a genuine smile much like the ones he'd given CJ the night before touching his lips. House's words kept Wilson from taking the necessary steps to cross the road to the door but ... it couldn't hurt to stand and watch, just for a little bit.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Having spent the weekend...well, out of communication with the rest of town, Aziraphale is now spending as much of his time watching out the window as he is reading. It's hard not to notice the young doctor hovering about across the street, and the angel goes to the door and opens it briefly, nodding at Wilson before he closes it again and retakes his seat.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson almost frowned in a doctory manner when Phale got up and came to the door, there was a brief flash of that 'get back in your chair' expression that often came from the lips of concerned physicians but then he was smiling gently in response to the nod.

Relaxing, when the angel went back to his chair, Wilson took a deep breath and turned to head back up the road.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Frowning, as he fully expected Wilson to take the invitation for what it was, Aziraphale watches him walk off down the street. Sighing, he says quietly, "I do wish he'd come in."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

If you want them to come in, angel, you should use the 'open' sign. [He looks out where Aziraphale is gazing.] Would you like me to go retrieve the good doctor for you?

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan shows up at the bookstore on Monday after Ethics, Duce had said she was to sick to make it and Jonathan was a bit glad. He had a strong suspicion he was going to put on an embarrassing emotional display and having Duce around would have added insult to the injury of what Jonathan strongly suspected would be an outbreak of emo.

Professor Cregg had said awful things had happened and Jonathan hadn't slept all night as a result of it. He hoped Mr. Crowley was okay. Seeing the sign on the door that read 'Closed' he deliberated on what to do. Maybe it was a bit rude, but he had to see that Crowley was all right for himself.

Jonathan raps on the door and calls out, "Mr. Crowley, are you... are you there?" if you know him, he sounds upset, if you don't, he likely just sounds very polite.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

A voice calls from inside the shop. "Come in, my dear. The door's unlocked."


[ooc: I don't know if Crowley-mun in watching the thread or not. I can drop a note if you like, or Jonathan can chat with Phale for a bit and see if Crowley shows up.]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan opens the door and cautiously heads inside. His eyes dart around looking for Crowley but he can't see him.

"Hello Sir," he says, "My name is Jonathan Crane. I had hear that something had happened to Mr. Crowley... and you of course, and I was just hoping to check that he was all right. That you both were all right," Jonathan tells him. He's still upset but he wants to make a good impression on Mr. Phale so he's as polite as possible.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale gives him a warm smile. "Thank you, Mr. Crane. That's so kind of you. We're both of us much better. Crowley's stepped out for a smoke, I believe, but I'm sure he'll be back straight away and will want to see you. Would you like to sit down and wait for a bit?"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Thank you Sir, I'd like that," he says taking the offered seat, "Did you get the cookies I sent?" he asks kicking himself, smooth, real smooth, he thinks to himself, "Mr. Crowley said you were fond of cookies."

Shop Now Open

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

In the mid or late afternoon, Kiki stops in town, and is astonished to see the shop still closed. Feeling guilty, she mumbles to herself, "This is what happens when the employees don't work out their schedules!" and she hastily unlocks the door and rapidly goes through her usual opening routine: propping her broom in the corner, hanging her scarf on it, flipping the sign to "Open."

"Hello, Mr. Aziraphale!" she smiles, glancing at the tea tray to make sure it is fully-stocked.

Re: Shop Now Open

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon, Kiki," the angel replies. "I'm afraid I just didn't feel up to opening today. I apologize for that."

Re: Shop Now Open

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki grins, "Why, that's okay. You're the owner: you don't have to open if you don't want to."

She pauses suddenly as the notion springs into her head. "Would you rather the store not be open?" she asked, her voice concerned. "If you want to stay closed, all I need to do is flip the sign over again."

Re: Shop Now Open

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Not at all, my dear. Now that you're here to help, I'd rather it were open. I feel guilty keeping it closed, but...I'm not supposed to be exerting myself, and Crowley is skulking about keeping an eye on me." He smiles fondly at the thought.

Re: Shop Now Open

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki looks faintly alarmed and quite worried. "Oh no! Are you alright? I'm sure Mr. Crowley is taking very good care of you, but if you need anything, you just let me know, ok?"

Kiki glances about. "Where is Mr. Crowley, anyway? I've been her near on sixty seconds already and I haven't been insulted yet." Even though she's obviously concerned about Aziraphale, there's a hint of a twinkle in her eye.

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

Mystique wanders in. This time headed for the occult section and not looking happy.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale looks up from his chair with a slightly tired smile. "Is there something I can help you find, my dear?"

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

She walks over close to him and speaks in lowered tones. He'd have the impression she's not interested in other people hearing. She nods. "Do you know anything about what happened with Angel or Angelus, or whoever he is?"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Raising an eyebrow, Aziraphale nods. "Yes, I do." He says nothing further, waiting for Mystique to explain her interest in the subject.

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

"I know him. Or knew him. Whatever." She shakes her head. "I don't understand who he is now or why he's back at school if he really killed Pryde."