The Park, Near the Duck Pond, Tuesday Evening

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

After the previous night's disastrous escapade, Aziraphale hadn't taken any chances with upsetting Crowley. He'd even asked the demon's permission to go and sit in the park for a while, which had been granted on the condition that the angel take a warm blanket and a thermos of tea along with him.

So now Aziraphale is sitting on his favorite bench near the duck pond, wearing his wool coat and scarf, a heavy blanket over his lap, sipping mint tea from a mug and watching the cold November air create tiny crystals of frost on the world.


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[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Inara's going through the park on her daily walk. There's always people to see and meet in the park.

"Good evening, Mr. Phale."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Miss Serra," he replies with a smile. "Lovely evening, isn't it?"

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

She grins as she pulls her quilted jacket more closely around her. "This reminds me of a conversation I had with a gentleman yesterday. He considered the day quite miserable and we discussed matters of perspective.

"I love autumn. It's so cool and yet colourful, not quite winter grey, but not as vivid as summer..."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Nodding, Aziraphale says, "I think there's something beautiful to be seen in every season. Tonight, for instance, my dear, I've been watching the frost form. I rather like the way it glitters when the light catches it."

He motions his hand toward the bench. "Would you like to sit for a bit?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally, decked out in Anders' C-Bucs Replica Team Jacket and the long multi-colored scarf that the Doctor had lent her, notices the man on the bench on her way back to the dorms from Flight Club. She walks up and smiles.

"Mister Phale, right?"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale smiles brightly. "Miss Cally. How are you this evening?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally rubs her arms. "Little chilly, but other than that, I'm doing quite well. " She points to the spot next to him on the bench. "Mind if I join you?"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Please do, my dear. There's plenty of blanket as well, if you like." He pulls part of the blanket from around his legs and holds it up for Cally to sit under if she chooses.

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

Tonks waved a gloved hand in greeting, "Wotcher!" She called, her scarf flapping behind her as she approached.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale raises a hand and nods. "Miss Tonks, how are you this evening?" he calls back.

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

With a ghost of a grin, she perched on the bench beside him. "Pretty good," she answered easily, wrapping her arms around herself. "Are you waiting for somebody?"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Shaking his head, he replies, "Not at all, my dear. Would you care to sit with me for a bit? If you're cold, there's plenty of blanket here."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Damn! No, I'm getting almost none of my notifications. Thank you!]

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

[ooc: No prob! I'm getting only about 25% myself :(]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It was later in the evening, well after dinner time and Wilson was really just taking a stroll to stretch his legs and get some fresh air into his lungs, chase away the last vestiges of his hangover and also clear his thoughts before crawling into bed beside House for the night. He'd very specifically turned in towards the park tonight, figuring that he was probably persona non grata with Crowley at the moment and that while he'd like to swing by the shop, best bet was to let the dust settle a bit.

Hands pushed deep into the pockets of his overcoat he walked along the now familiar paths towards the pond, turning thoughts over and over in his mind, trying to reconcile himself to some things. He was also playing with his breath, blowing it out and watching it swirl about in the cold night air. There was a taste of snow in the night and Wilson shivered with anticipation at the possibility of a white Christmas.

In some ways he was such a geek.

Turning towards the pond, he was close to the bench by the time he looked up and recognized the figure there. Pausing in midstep, he couldn't help grinning at the way the world worked sometimes.

"You should not be out in this cold." He spoke softly per way of greeting as he walked a few steps past the bench, staring out across the pond for a moment before casting a glance over his shoulder at the angel.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Smiling up at Wilson, Aziraphale says, "Good evening, James. I have permission. Warm coat, warm blanket, hot tea. And my promise to stay right here until I decide to back indoors. Sit with me a bit?"

The angel watches him carefully, looking for signs of any ill effects from the night before, physical or mental. He feels fairly satisfied -- the doctor, if anything, seems in better spirits than he had the day before. So with luck, things had been worked out at home.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Phale was probably glad he hadn't seen him earlier in the day but no, it was true that now he did look much better, though still like a man who could use a few nights' sleep.

Turning away from the pond, Wilson moved to settle down on the bench beside Aziraphale, long legs stretching out till he was comfortably slumped on the boards, hands still stuck in his pockets.

Eyeing the set up Phale had laid out around him, Wilson gave an approving sort of nod. "I suspect you'll do." He grinned and then looked back out across the water.

"Thank you." He said simply, perhaps meaning the box of tea and cookies, perhaps meaning the chance to laugh...even if it had landed both of them in trouble.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Do you know, I think Crowley would like that. It sounds like the little restaurant in Paris we used to go to."

He wraps his arms around himself with a satisfied little sigh, pulling Wilson a little bit closer in the process.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

The oncologist molded fairly comfortably against the angel, shifting his legs slightly to keep them both in a relaxed lean on the bench, held in place by heels set to the cold ground.

"I think you should definitely do that then." And it was his turn to smile slightly as he owned up with, "Do you know, I've never been off the East Coast? I always thought I'd like to visit Italy and maybe Greece. Is Paris nice?"

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

He spots the man from across the park, he doesn't know who he is but he's intrigued and feels the need to greet him. Coming up along the path of bricks, he stands in front of the man, "Hello. Lovely day?" a small smile, seeing the man is tightly wrapped in blankets (the smart thing to do, Justin!) and has a thermos of tea.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Please do. I'd have stepped into your park thread, but I really needed to set Aziraphale up on his own tonight. I will warn you though that I've only got probably another good half hour or so in me, and then it's off to sleep. :) ]

"Good evening," Aziraphale says brightly. "Do sit down if you like. I don't believe we've met."

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

Taking a seat, he turns to look at the man, "Why no, we haven't." holding out a hand, "Justin Quayle, Professor of Gardening." he introduces himself with a large smile.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker makes her motor-rickshaw stop for a few minutes when she sees Mr. Phale in the park. "You're okay! Professor Cregg said you were getting better, but I wasn't sure."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Miss Parker, how nice to see you! I am quite a bit better, thank you. Just a bit tired now, but Crowley is making certain I rest up." Aziraphale smiles brightly. "I hope you're doing well, my dear."


[ooc: Sorry, had to sleep! If you don't mind slow-play, we can finish up today?]