Around Town, Friday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Stepping outside the shop for a breath of air, Aziraphale notices a familiar purple object nestled in the empty flower box by the window. Carefully he picks it up, examining it and frowning slightly. Then he looks around, up and down the street, and at the buildings across the way, as if he's looking for something specific.

With a small irritated sigh, he heads across the street toward Wolfram & Hart, stopping by the streetlamp in front to pick something up.


((For tooniceuglyties, but feel free to stop Phale and ask him what he's doing.))

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After finishing up Dr. Grissom's chemo, Wilson was down in town for ... a reason and was currently taking the long way back to the Clinic. The long way included a swing by the book shop if for no other reason than to raid the scone supply...or see if Phale might have some gingersnap cookies laying about.

Whistling softly, he hopped the curb and was about to turn up towards the shop when he caught sight of a familiar figure on the other side of the street, next to a streetlamp.

"Aziraphale!" The oncologist called out, trotting lightly, his long overcoat kicking around his heels as he crossed the street. He was about to ask how the angel's day was going when he spied the two avocados in the other man's hands.

Blink.

"Um...need a lime?"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The angel looks up at Wilson. "Lime?" He looks a little distracted, and quite honestly just a bit irritated as well. Looking down at the purple fruits in his hand, he sighs.

"They've got out."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"That's what you eat avocado with...or at least what I eat avocado with, when I eat them." Wilson realized he was rambling and stopped to give his head a slight shake.

But he only ended up blinking again and eyeing Phale a little askance.

"They...don't have feet."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Quite. They aren't supposed to purple either, I don't believe. And they certainly aren't supposed to multiply."

With an short exhalation of breath, Aziraphale wills the avocados away, turning to look up the street. "I expect they're all over town by now."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Folding his hands in front of him Wilson eyed the avocado and then looked up at Phale with an innocent sort of blink.

"Wasn't that one of the first 'Commands'? Be ... fruitful and multiply?"

There really was a special place in hell for him.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale gives him a sort of startled look, blinks, and then starts to laugh softly.

"Yes, James, I believe it was. But...I don't think this is quite what He meant." He eyes the buildings up and down the street. "A little spell of Kiki's went wrong yesterday. I thought we'd got all of them. It would appear I was wrong."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki rushes over. She's clutching a bag from the Emporium, and she changes direction when she sees Aziraphale.

"Oh, Mr. Aziraphale," she cries, "an awful thing happened - I brought a gift to Mr. Crowley from Professor Tara - I mean, Maclay - I mean, that's not the awful thing - and when Mr. Crowley opened it, there was a rubber duck, and with it was one of those purp-"

She breaks off as her eyes focus on what Phale is holding. "Oh," she says hollowly, "you've found them, too."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"It's quite all right, Kiki," Aziraphale says soothingly. "They don't seem to be multiplying as quickly as before. Perhaps just a few of them managed to...escape. I'm sure we'll find them."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *snorts* *dies of soda asphyxiation*]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *stares in shock at dead Kiki* *revives* *offers avocado*]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

((ooc: The bookstore's going to have an endless supply of guacamole now, isn't it?))

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

It's late enough in the day that Darla can approach the windows. She looks out and sees James and the angel and the little girl she'd seen running around at the bookshop. Idly curious, she watches them.

[[Well, you *had* to place it outside W&H, right?]]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Does she find a purple avocado sitting in a potted plant? Or would the avocados be so bold?

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale looks up at the window and smiles warmly at Darla, wondering whether or not he to just pop in and see if they've had any...unusual foodstuffs turn up.

Spying one of the errant fruits hiding behind the fire hydrant, he stoops down and picks it.


[OOC: Well, you are right across the street! Which I hadn't even realized until today.]

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

Bemused, Darla waves back. She steps back away from the window, and wobbles as her foot comes down on something -- that squishes. Lifting one foot, she examines the soul sole of her shoe.

It's a good thing the angel can't hear what she said.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson, however, could lipread -a handy trick taught to him by a patient long ago- and his eyebrows lifted as he coughed and wondered if that was even possible for an avocado to do to itself.

Though...these did seem to be beyond the norm for avocados.

Laughing, warmly he waved to Darla if she happened to look back up.

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

Still bemused, Darla smiles at James, and checks the angle of the sun. Soon it would be dark enough for her to come out, and she was in a mood to play.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale notices the exchange between the two, and smiles at them both before heading off a few steps down the walk, chasing down a wily purple fruit hiding under an evergreen hedge.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Heading over to the shop to drop off the gift for Aziraphale, Tara spies him... and stares, curious.

"Mr. Phale?" she calls.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale turns from his conversation with Wilson and spies the very person they'd been talking about.

"Miss Maclay! We were just talking about you, and your lovely plan for Crowley. How are you?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"I'm well, thank you... a little shaky from class today, but well."

Aziraphale may be able to see a fine, almost invisible golden cord, that stretches out from her chest off into the distance - although Wilson certainly wouldn't.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"My dear, are you all right?" The angel places a hand gently on Tara's arm. "What happened in class?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson certainly couldn't see the cord but he could read body language and with a soft murmer about an avocado, he disengaged his arm from the angel and headed off to dig under a nearby row of bushes. Far enough to be politely out of earshot but still within sight.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara lets out a shuddery, shaky sigh, covering Aziraphale's hand with hers.

"I... it's an ethics class. We have to discuss things - things that people really would rather not discuss. It's my job to ask the hard questions, and I tried to lighten it, but... we were talking today about sexual abuse. What informed consent means, and what constitutes rape. And I have my own issues with that, you know? I mean... Mr. Crowley told you, right? But I was trying really, really hard to keep it gentle, and I had a couple of people tell me I have no business being a teacher. Which kind of, um... kind of hit me really hard."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale pulls her into a gentle hug, radiating a soothing aura around her.

"I'm so sorry, my dear. People say things they don't mean when emotions are high, the which I'm certain you know. I'm also certain that you're exactly the sort of person who ought to be a teacher. Your students are lucky to have you, and I know they'll come round."