Aziraphale's Rare Books, Thursday Morning

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After making her delivery to Chaucer's, Kiki heads to Aziraphale's. It's earlier than usual for her to be opening the shop, and inside the place is dark and quiet, the fire smoldering as a quiet lump of glowing coals in the hearth. She adds a few logs of wood from the hopper and the fire jumps up cheerfully in a way that indicates either a supernatural force or a decent treatment of lighter fluid. Ducking into the kitchen, Kiki brings out scones, tea, and cocoa, and she turns on a few lamps on low before finally turning the sign to "open."

Lastly, Kiki ignores the ledger book and the stacks of books she probably aught to shelve but just look so much more cozy piled about where they are, and, taking a key from the chain around her neck, opens the wooden cabinet of books Aziraphale keeps under lock and key.

Jiji gives a worried meow.

"I know," Kiki whispers. "I should wait for Mr. Aziraphale," she looks over her shoulder towards the stairs. "But he'll be down in a matter of minutes, I'm sure."

Kiki's fingertips skim over the spines of the books as she reads their names to herself. She finds the section she's looking for, and shudders, rapidly passing over the book entitled The Necronomicon. She pauses, and selects an old text named, Spiritus: On the Art and Practicality of the Nature of Mortal Dealings with the Unfleshed Deceased. She pulls the book off the shelf resolutely, closing and locking the cabinet securely, and sits, half-hidden from view, in the big armchair by the fireplace. The book is open on her lap and she is leaning over it, reading it intently, her face very grave. Jiji is perched on the arm of the chair, his large yellow eyes fixed on the page as he reads it over his mistress' shoulder.

The only noise in the shop is the quiet crackling of the fire and the occasional rustle of paper as Kiki turns over a page.


((Anyone may come into the shop, as it is open, but Kiki is waiting in particular for John & also Phale, if available))

EDIT: Store is now CLOSED for the John Connor Seance.

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Store Stuff

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Browsing, buying, books.

Pull up a chair in the lounge, too, and have a cuppa and a biscuit.

Re: Store Stuff

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Wilson was cold, wet and a little miserable. Well, not really on the last one, as a rule the young doctor tried not to let himself be miserable for very long.

He was, however cold and wet.

He'd gotten up at 4:30am with House -though neither of them had been sleeping- and gotten the older man up to the airport in time for his 7:45am flight. Honestly, traveling on the holiday with the current security precautious... Crowley had to have a hand in that governmental FUBAR.

The drive back had been a study in white torture with the roads slicks as skating rinks and visability at a near minimum and then the walk back from the carpark had been wet and cold...and we just won't mention the ass over teakettle slip and fall Wilson had done down a set of stairs, except to say he's looked like the classic cartoon character, arms flailing in the air before he landed on his ass and bopped on his tailbone down two frozen steps.

Note to self, leather soled dress shoes + ice = Owies.

He wanted tea.

He wanted quiet.

He wanted to play with the train.

Slipping quietly through the door, he stood in the entry way and shook ice off his coat before neatly hanging it up on the rack and then giving his head a shake to get the ice off his hair. Rubbing at his bruised hip/tailbone the oncologist headed for the corner where the train was set up. He wasn't there to disturb Phale or Kiki but that train...oh yes! He'd bought some little models to set up within the circle of the tracks and was going to work on them for a little bit till his nerves, from the news about Dorothy, House's screaming through the night, the drive to the airport, the drive back, all settled and he could even consider concentrating on work.

In the meantime, he was puttering.

Re: Store Stuff

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With a somewhat worried look for the doctor's wet and disheveled state, Aziraphale walks quietly into the lounge and sets a large mug of tea and a towel on the table next to Wilson. He gives the man a soft smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"You look a big bedraggled today, James dear. And wet through as well." He considers offering Wilson a change of clothes to borrow, but doesn't want to appear too pushy.

Re: Store Stuff

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Wilson was damp enough from his tumble down the steps that he wasn't risking Phale's furniture and was instead seated on the floor, putting together a small model house. He looked up as he heard his friend's footsteps and smiled warmly at the angel.

"Good afternoon, Aziraphale. Do I?" Wilson peered down at himself and then chuckled, setting aside the model he picked up the mug of tea with a grateful noise and sipped at the warm brew.

"I guess I do. House got a call last night, his mother had a heartattack. I drove him up to the airport this morning."

Quick and to the point. Wilson trusted that Phale would be able to fill in the rest of the picture.

Re: Store Stuff

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"Oh goodness, James. I'm so sorry to hear that." Azirphale sits down on the nearest chair. "When you speak to Greg, do give him my best."

He frowns, and sits staring at the little house Wilson is putting together. After a few minutes, he puts aside his worry for House as something that can't be helped for now, and picks up his concern for the young doctor seated on his floor instead.

"James dear, you're going to catch a chill, sitting about it damp clothes like that. Let me loan you something dry to wear."

Re: Store Stuff

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Wilson gave the angel a grateful smile and he nodded. "I'll be certain to pass along your good wishes. I'll probably...I'd better talk to him tonight." He finished in a tone that indicated House had better remember to call to say he got in safe and give an update on Dorothy's condition.

The young doctor was sipping on his tea when Phale made his offer of dry clothes and he blinked up at the angel.

"Oh, Aziraphale I couldn't put you out li...aaacchhhoooeee!" Wilson sort of squeaked the end of his sneeze as he tried to hold it in and failed. "Errr..."

Crowley/Aziraphale

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If they're about.

Re: Crowley/Aziraphale

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Red closed up his shop for a bit to get out. Since it was the holidays and things were rather slow, he didn't feel bad about stepping out for a while. An appointment later in the afternoon was all on his books and he was sure he would be back in time for that.

He and the cubs trotted down the street, popping into businesses to say hello, he was actually wanting to see one particular business owner and soon his head bumped against the door to push it open.

The cubs raced in between his legs and waited for Red to enter the shop.

Re: Crowley/Aziraphale

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Hearing the sound of the door, Aziraphale wanders out from shelving books to take a look. He smiles at Red, cocking his head to look down at the cubs.

"Good day, Mayor Red, and friends," he says cheerily. "Do come in."

Re: Crowley/Aziraphale

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"Hello, Mr. Aziraphale. I hope we aren't disturbing," Red said with a grin. His eye didn't leave Aziraphale nor did his grin drop when his paw shot out and snagged a creeping Pollux by the tail, dragging him back to sit next to his brother.

Re: Crowley/Aziraphale

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Jiji scoots quickly up to the top of a shelf, hiding behind a stack of books, where he can observe the cubs while staying - hopefully - out of their reach.

Re: Crowley/Aziraphale

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Movement, fast, and black. Both cubs followed the movement and stared up at the feline waaaay out of their reach. They both bounced while they sit, looking up and hoping a new playmate would come down to play.

Re: Crowley/Aziraphale

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"Not at all, my dear." He watches the cubs try to convince Jiji into a game, and chuckles.

"Would you like to come into the lounge? There's a bit more room for the children to run about in there. And tea of course, if you'd like some."

Re: Crowley/Aziraphale

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Red gave the cubs a dubious look. He wasn't sure it was a good idea to leave them there but he would be in the next room if things happened, as they tend to do with the cubs. With a cuff on each ear to remind them to behave, Red followed behind Aziraphale, "Tea would be nice, thank you."

Interrupt Kiki's studying

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"...primary danger of the seance lies in the contacting, deliberate or accidental, of a violent spirit, and in which said spirit refuses to exit the person, mind, or body of the medium, and in which the medium's own will and spirit becomes subjugated and obedient to that of the invited phantom, as with the nature of spiritual or demonic possession, cf. Posession and Exorcism," Kiki is reading a passage quietly to Jiji. "Oh. I see."

Re: Interrupt Kiki's studying

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Aziraphale wanders down from upstairs and heads into the kitchen to make tea. Noticing that everything seems to have opened rather early today, he looks around the shop until he spots Kiki.

"Good morning, my dear. You're here rather early."

Re: Interrupt Kiki's studying

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Kiki looks up and gives Aziraphale a flash of a rather nervous smile. "Good morrning, Mr. Aziraphale," she answers. "There's tea here, if you'd like some," she offers. "And scones. I hope I didn't make too much noise coming in."

Jiji hops off the chair and entwines himself around Aziraphale's legs affectionately.

Re: Interrupt Kiki's studying

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"Not at all, my dear. Thank you."

He pours himself a cup of tea and settles into one of the chairs, patting his knee for Jiji to jump up on if the cat wants to.

"Is everything all right?"

Re: Interrupt Kiki's studying

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Jiji curls up and purrs, but there is a hint of worry in it. He's concerned about what Kiki is doing.

Kiki picks up her own neglected cup of tea, and takes a small sip of the cooling brew. "Not...exactly," she says slowly, looking back down at the book in her lap. "I hope you don't mind I took this out of the cupboard," she continues, looking back at Aziraphale, "but a friend of mine really needs some help. His name is John - John Connor. His mother is missing, and he's desperate to find out some information about her. He wants me to help him hold a seance in an attempt to contact the spirit realm to see if his mother is there, just so that he could know - for sure - whether she's even still alive. I told him to come by here today and I would do what I could, but I've never participated in a seance, although I witnessed one, once." Kiki's voice is serious, more serious than it has ever sounded before, and it doesn't sound like her witnessing the seance was an entirely pleasant experience.

Re: Interrupt Kiki's studying

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Aziraphale pets Jiji absently, frowning at both the cat's obvious worry and what he's hearing from Kiki.

"You're welcome to take any book you like from the cabinet, my dear, as long as you don't take it from the shop. But...yes, seances are tricky things, and can be unpleasant. Are you certain your friend has exhausted all other means of finding his mother?"

He thinks about the last time he was party to a seance. It isn't his happiest memory.

"Do you have a medium to conduct it?"

Enter the Connor

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John entered and knocked on the doorjamb. "Um. Hello?"

Re: Enter the Connor

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Kiki, hearing his voice, looks up and towards the door.

"Hi, John," she says quietly, trying to sound brave. She is still holding the Spiritus book she has been studying all day.

Re: Enter the Connor

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"Hey, Kiki." He walked farther in, glancing around the shop in wonder. "So this is the shop? Wow. So this is what an ange does in his spare time."

Re: Enter the Connor

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"This angel, anyway," Kiki smiles. "Mr. Aziraphale is letting us use his shop here for this. I feel a bit safer here - he can do a lot to help us if anything goes wrong or anything gets, well, loose."

Re: Enter the Connor

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"Loose? Anything? Okay, I think there's something here of which I'm woefully ignorant. Something could get loose? Some 'thing'?"