Sparky Repairs, Tuesday

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John opened Sparky Repairs, and sneezed.
Oh, great. A cold?

Sparky's open for all your repair needs!

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[heterodine.livejournal.com]

Agathq walked downstairs and frowned at John. She was holdign a letter. "Hey. So here's the thing... I think i am leaving."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Do what now?"

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

"Leaving. the island. There's things... and stuff..."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"What stuff?"

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

"Um, see i gotth is letter... from Gil... and um... well he said i shoudl come back..."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"...on a permanent-type thing, or just a brief weekend jaunt?"

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

"the former i think..."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Are you gonna come back? Or at least keep in touch?" John started playing with his favorite dingbot. THe rest looked sad.

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

"i think i can write letters. i am not actually sure how the the communications between this island and my world work..."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure there's a way. Send Messenger Dingbots if you have to."

John's voice got even flatter. "When will you be back? What'll happen to the shop?"

"All this because you hit your head?" he muttered.

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

"I am hoping that i will ntocoem back. Wait no that cam out wrong. see when igo back iam goign to get married and have adventures. So i would only coem back if things went badly. As for the shop... You want it?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Waiiiiitaminute. You're going back for a booty call? And get married? The hell? Wow."

John was taken aback. All the way to the counter, in fact, which was sturdy and held him up. Oneof the dingbots patted his arm. He looked at it, and the spot of paint on his arm. Apperantly, it had just spraypainted itself black, as the paitn was still wet and mostly? Dingbots were brass, and was now making overemphasised gestures that its sprockets would burst and the springs would break.

"Uh, yeah. I'll take it. Um. I'll hold it ransom until you come back, even."

gotta go to woooooork!

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

"waht is a booty call? and yes, to get married. to Gil." Agatha developed a highly dorktastic goofy look oh ehr face at Gil's name and marriage used in the same sentance.

"heh, alright. you gonna keep it open as a repair shop?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair walked in and smiled at John, opening his mouth and speaking with a British accent. "Good day, Mr Conner! I don't suppose you might know a Dr James Wilson, and where we could find him?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Try the clini--waaaait a minute... Who is this?" John peered at the Blair-shaped creature.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"That's a good idea." Blair bounced and said in his normal accent. "It's me, John."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"No, because Bouncy Blair Bisn't British. Who's in there?"
John's hand crept under the counter.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Er...quite. Ah...Mr Sandburg, I don't suppose you might want to handle this one?" Blair smiled reassuringly and then spoke without the accent. "I'm being possessed. Isn't that wild? Just happened right out of the blue this morning in the park and now I'm searching for Dr. Wilson and a cup of tea."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Possessed? You seem damn cheerful to have a demon inside you." John's hand stopped moving, as if it had rested on something that he was looking for.

"What's your business with Wilson? And tea?"

meeep! gotta go to woooooork! Can we wrap this up in the next few posts?

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Azzy's not a demon, man. That would be creepy." Blair bounced. "We're looking for Dr. Wilson because he can help us get a body and the tea is just for drinking."

"Have you seen Dr. Wilson since he got back into town?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"So what IS this Azzy? ANd what the hell do you want Wilson and a body for?" John may have muttered something about Frankenstein.

"I'm not telling you a damn thing unless you tell me what's goin' on, cowboy." Whatever John had behind the counter was clutched in both hands.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Really, my dear. There's no need to get testy. And we don't want A body. We just need to get me MY body." He looked to the counter and then back up. "I really don't think that's a very good idea."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Who are you and what have you done with your body?"

That voice was maddeningly familiar, which was the only thing preventing John from... well, it would just be all around bad.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair let out a heavy sigh. "Mr Conner, it's Aziraphale. We met last year, at the bookshop? I've been discorporated. Now do be so kind as to put that away."

Blair was keeping quiet because as scary as being banished by the preacher in the park was...getting shot by John was a lot scarier.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Azri--Phale, that's you? What the bloody hell are you doing in Bouncy Boy's body? Dude! How've you been? How's Kiki?"

John, in his exhuberance, fired off a shot.


A steady stream of holy water peed into the corner of the shop behind the counter in a lovely arc. Sheepishly, John put it back under the counter.