Park, Tuesday Morning

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair wrapped his arms around himself as he walked through the park. This whole early morning-rise with the sun-meditation thing would have worked better if it wasn't raining. His sweatshirt was starting to get damp and there was no way he was going to sit on the grass. Meditation worked just as well standing up, didn't it?

[ooc: First thread locked to someone but open for interaction otherwise.]

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[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair finally leaned against a tree and closed his eyes, trying to forget about the dampness and meditate.

[this would be the locked thread]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The change in assignments came none too soon. A full year spent racketing about the planet, berating more-righteous-than-thou televangelists into some semblence of human decency, was really starting to get old. And he missed things. Things like the sharp smell of cut grass, the oily feel of newsprint ink, the taste of a good tuna roll.

His challenge came in finding his way there. Several dead ends finally landed him in what did rather seem to be the right place, though.

The new host seemed to be a teenage boy, familiar seeming, but it was hard to tell from this perspective. Maybe the angel could coax him toward a mirror, once he found out for certain where they were.

"Er...I beg your pardon. But could you tell me if I might be in Fandom."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Buh?" Blair knew that wasn't the answer to the question but he was thrown off that the question had come from his own mouth and had sounded british.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale sighed. He'd lost track of how many times he'd had to go through this explanation over the past year.

"Quite. You see, I'm discorporated, and at the moment I'm possessing you, but if you'd just be so kind as to give me a hand, I'm sure we could get this all worked out nicely. So...is it possible I might be in Fandom?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Like this could happen anywhere else." Blair scoffed and glared. "Worked out nicely? Are you kidding me? I should be taking you..er...me to the nearest deposser person."

"Or maybe a shrink."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well...technically speaking, I am the nearest, er, 'depossesser' person."

Probably it wasn't a good idea at this stage to tell the young man that the angel had never been a very good hand at 'depossessing' himself. They'd cross that bridge when they came to it.

"I'm afraid I'm going to need a bit of assistance from you. Er...I don't suppose you'd mind telling me your name?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"My name's Blair and you're very polite for a possessing thing. Although maybe this is my own psyche finally cracking up. It's not like I haven't had issues before, although this would be a first. Manifesting voices at this point in my seems odd. And a British one at that. I didn't even know I could do a passable accent. Pip pip cheerio." Blair frowned as he realized that it wasn't even close to the right accent. "Tea and crumpets? Bangers? God save the..."

"Crap. I'm not crazy." Blair sighed and sat on the wet ground.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Blair...Sandburg?"

Oh, that was luck! Someone he knew, and got on with! Aziraphale would have given a happy little bounce, if angels did that sort of thing, and if he'd been corporeal enough to actually accomplish anything like bouncing. Instead, he said in a very pleased voice, "Aziraphale! Perhaps you remember me?"

After a moment's pause, he added, "And you really shouldn't sit on the wet grass, my dear. You'll catch a cold."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Hearing one's name come out of one's mouth in an entirely different accent was weird. Finding out that the person who was possessing you was someone you knew...even weirder.

"Um...hi." Blair rolled his eyes at the almost motherly tone and stood up, shaking a little to get off some of the water. "Of course I remember you, man! Not to be rude or anything...but last time I saw you there was a body attached to the voice."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River had gone to the park to draw the ducks. Or talk to them, in case they should prove to be talkative, which usually wasn't the case.

She noticed Blair who seemed lost in thought, and called his name and waved.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Before he had really gotten into his meditation he heard River's call and opened his eyes. "Morning, River."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Morning," River said smiling. "Meditating? It's a good place for that."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"It would be better if it wasn't so wet." There was a whiny note to Blair's voice.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Isn't meditation supposed to make you focus on things and forget about stuff like that? Or meditate on being wet?" River smiled up at the sky, letting the water run down her face.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Doesn't mean I have to like it." Blair grumbled and then smiled at River's actions. "You don't seem to mind the rain."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"I like the rain. I missed it on the ship." She chuckled. "Doesn't rain much in space."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you wouldn't think so." Blair laughed. "What else did you miss while you were in space?"

[preacher-custer.livejournal.com]

Jesse strolled into the park with Skeeter and a handy stick he'd picked up. He was waiting for the local general store to open so he could have an apartment that was more than bare walls and the clothes on his back.

He tossed the stick for his dog and stopped to stare at the weird lobster sculpture by the pond.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair waved as he walked past. "Morning!"

[preacher-custer.livejournal.com]

Small towns. Gotta love them.

"Mornin'." He strolled in Blair's general direction. "You one of the students up at the school?"

[ooc: He's wearing the clerical collar.]

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Yup! Blair Sandburg, man. Nice to meet y..." Blair trailed off as he took in the collar. "Oh! Are you a hooker?"

Blair gave an embarrassed little cough and suddenly spoke with a British accent. "Good heavens, my dear, what on earth would make you ask a question like that?"

[preacher-custer.livejournal.com]

Jesse quirked an eyebrow at the boy and his accent change. "You workin' on a comedy routine, son?"

[ooc: *dies laughing*]

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"No." Blair shook his head and then answered Aziraphale's question. "He's got a collar on and a eyepatch." He was pretty sure that explained everything.

"So are you one?"

[preacher-custer.livejournal.com]

"No. I ain't a hooker." He looked the boy over - clean, decent clothes, bathed recently. He didn't look like someone who'd forgotten to take his medications.

"And I'm wondering who you're talking to."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Er...that would be me. And no, he isn't crazy. But I do apologize for the hooker remark." Blair spoke calmly in the british accent and then he frowned. "Yeah. Sorry, man. So you're a real priest?"

[ooc: omg! bath-modder!]