Rare Books Shop, Monday

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The shop is open for a change. Anyone coming inside will notice two things: first, there's now a fishtank in the lounge, with five happy-looking fish swimming in it.

Second, the proprietor himself seems to be in a particularly good mood.


[ooc: Slowplaying until evening EST.]

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BOOKS

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

This is a bookshop. It's filled with books, which are available for browsing or reading. You might even be able to buy one, if you're very nice to the owner.

Re: BOOKS

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The odd look the talking cat recieves is not so much because he's talking as it is for the unusual request.

"Ah...I'm really not certain. I can check my inventory, and you're welcome to browse the stacks if you like. Of course, I can also place an order for you."

Aziraphale moves to the counter where his inventory book is laid out and flips through the pages. "Physical strength and...flexibility. Ah...I have some books relating to the circus, a couple of volumes on martial arts -- oh, one of those is quite rare -- and one on professional weightlifting. Do any of those meet your requirements?" He smiles at Puss, and a little fuzzy head with black eyes peeks out of his jacket pocket.

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Aziraphale cocks his head and looks contemplative. Either he really has no idea what Puss is talking about, or he's being very subtle at toying with him.

"Dancing, perhaps? I do have a few volumes that might apply in that regard."

Looking down at his pocket, Aziraphale smiles. "Ah, this is Pogo. He's only just moved in yesterday. He's a ferret."

Pogo twitches his nose at Puss and ducks back into the pocket. "Well...he's a baby ferret. A little shy today, I guess."

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"Oh! If you wanted books about sex, my dear, why didn't you just say so?" Aziraphale blushes a little but flips through his inventory book. "Er...I'm not certain I have much on that particular topic. Let me see what's in the stacks."

Heading over to the bookcases, he pulls out a couple (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1890159387/104-6802602-2240711?v=glance&n=283155) of volumes (http://www.eroticabibliophile.com/books_mysecretlife.html). "Er...you might try these."

Re: BOOKS

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Books are crack. The good, legal kind. In most countries.

"Do you have any that include the chemical processes of decomposition?" It's probably disturbing how brightly Sara asks that question.

Re: BOOKS

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Miss Sidle -- my apologies, Sara," Aziraphale says, smiling. "So good to see you again. Decomposition? Let me take a look."

A few months ago, he probably would have been disturbed, by both her bright tone and by the request itself. However, he has since that time seen zombies, met several vampires, and had an adorable miniature angel running about his shop. So decomposition...suddenly not such an usual topic to him.

"I expect there may be something in this bookcase." He leads Sara to a set of shelves. "Would you like to browse through them while I check my inventory book?"

Re: BOOKS

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"Yes, thank you."

Anyone behind her would hear mutterings like, "Have it. Discredited. God, which edition is this? Who edited this?"

Re: BOOKS

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

No one familiar with the shop's inventory would be be at surprised to hear Sara's comments, considering that most of the volumes on the shelves are at least several decades old.

While she's perusing the shelves, a wee furry head pokes itself out from between two books, tiny nose twitching at Sara.

Re: BOOKS

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Sara looks up and sees the ferret.

"Hi." She is bemused.

Re: BOOKS

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale walks over from checking his inventory and hears Sara's greeting. Cocking his head, he looks around her and sees the ferret on the shelf.

"There you are! I'm sorry if he startled you. This is Pogo. I only just got him yesterday, and he's exploring a good bit today."

Looking at the books she been checking, he adds, "I think I might have something a bit more recent at the end of the bookcase here. Things get a bit out of order here sometimes." He walks to the end and pulls out a couple of much more recent volumes. "I can also special-order anything you'd like."

Pogo twitches his nose at Sara again.

LOUNGE

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Have a seat in the lounge and read or chat. There's tea laid out on the table, a warm fireplace, and a nice soothing fishtank to watch.

Re: LOUNGE

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After spending the morning up at the school clinic, Wilson tagged off with House and headed back down into town. If nothing else he certainly was going to keep fit going back and forth between the two places!

Heading to the FTEC, he contemplated opening for a few hours but as his pager had been blessedly quiet and figuring that most folks were still getting themselves settled in, he decided to leave the "EOC" light up and work on his journal article instead. If it just so happened that this was an activity he could do from the Shop...bonus!

Gathering up his laptop and papers into his soft sided briefcase, Wilson headed back up the street to the Shop, slipping on through the door and heading towards the lounge. It really wasn't his intent to disturb the angel if Phale was with customers, so Wilson contentedly went about setting himself up at the couch. Tugging a table close he set the laptop on it and in short order he was nested into a small flurry of papers, laptop and tea.

For the record... Phale was right. Between the soft crackle of the fire and the bubbling of the fish tank, things were quite soothing in the lounge.

Re: LOUNGE

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After a little while, Wilson might notice a soft tickling sensation on his ankle. If he were to look down, he might see that the sensation is coming from the efforts of one baby ferret attemption to crawl up his pantleg.

A few moments later, Aziraphale walks into the room, obviously looking for something. "James dear," he says, stopping to lean over the couch and give the doctor a quick kiss. "Are you having a good day today?"

Re: LOUNGE

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He was concentrating, deeply on something so at first the soft tickle didn't register. However, about the time Phale walked into the room, delivering the quick kiss a cold wet nose and tickly whiskers hit his calf and he gave a little yelp.

"Ah! Tickles!" The young doctor was laughing as he reached down to try to extract the slinky little body that was attempting to climb up the inside of his pant leg.

Pogo, in true ferret style, felt that this was a wonderful game and his lith form began to wriggle and twist as he tried to elude the reaching hands and go further up the inside of the pant leg.

"It's been...I mean to say... well actually." Wilson kept trying to answer the question and Pogo kept climbing until finally Wilson was forced to clamp his hands down on his pantleg at the thigh to keep the ferret from making the bend.

"Uh, Aziraphale...keeping in mind this is not a request I imagine I'll make often but...could you please extract your weasle from my pants?"

Re: LOUNGE

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With a sort of choked laugh, Aziraphale moves around the couch and kneels by Wilson's feet, carefully coaxing Pogo out of the man's pantleg. "I'm so sorry, James," he says, having a little trouble with the words while he's trying to suppress his laughter. "That's actually what I came in here for. I realized he'd wandered off at some point."

Holding the little ferret in his hands, the angel stands up. "Do remember that he was your idea, my dear," he adds, leaning over to give Wilson another kiss, and then tucking Pogo back into his jacket pocket.

Re: LOUNGE

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Dark eyes danced with carefully restrained humor as Wilson couldn't help responding to the angel's laughter and the way the little ferret's head poked out of the pocket, already riding around quite like he owned the place.

"I did say it was not a request I anticipate making often." Wilson reminded the angel as he leaned forward into the second kiss, reaching up to touch the side of the other man's face gently for a moment before sitting back.

"He might have been my idea but need I remind you who's arms he crawled into and made himself at home in? I have my suspicions that you two are already plotting together."

AZIRAPHALE

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Get your advice and butterscotches here.

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

It's late in the afternoon when the bell on the door jangles, and there is Kiki, be-red-bowed as ever, hanging up her coat and scarf.

"Hello, Mr. Aziraphale!" she calls over her shoulder as she glances towards the lounge and spies the steaming teapot with happy anticipation. She draws up short at the sight of the fishtank, which, in the bookstore, looks incongruous, to say the least.


[Because a certain nice doctor strongly hinted that there was a ferret named Pogo to meet!]

Re: AZIRAPHALE

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"Good day, Kiki! It's lovely to see you again. How are you today?"

Aziraphale motions her into the lounge and pours Kiki a cup of tea or cocoa. As he's doing so, a little fuzzy head with a twitchy nose and black eyes peeks out of his jacket pocket.

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"Very well, thank you," she answers, reaching out to take the tea. "First day of classes," she begins and freezes, hands outstretched to take the cup and saucer but motionless as her brain tries to process the fact that the angel indeed has a weasel in his pocket.

She's pretty sure that phrase is supposed to be a euphemism for something dirty.

Re: AZIRAPHALE

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Noticing Kiki's sudden lack of movement, Aziraphale furrows his brow and then follows her gaze to his pocket. "Ah! This is Pogo. He's a baby ferret," he adds, in case that isn't obvious. "I decided I wanted a pet for the shop, and James insisted a ferret would be best. I wanted fish, myself, so we compromised." He waves his hand at the fishtank and then pulls the weasel ferret out of his pocket.

Pogo blinks up at Kiki, twitching his little nose at her.

Re: AZIRAPHALE

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Kiki forgets the tea and she reaches now instead for Phale's weasel Pogo, gently scooping him into her cupped hands. "Oh my," she coos as the ferret turns around in the bowl of her palms, "he is soooooooooooo cuuuuuuute!"

She holds him on her arm against her chest and gently strokes his wee ickle nose with the tip of one finger.