Mauvaise Chance - Apt #4 Friday

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After an invigorating night of … stamp collecting … Wilson and Aziraphale slept in a bit, for them at least and enjoyed some … errr … more stamp collecting before finally getting up and starting their day. Showers went a long way to helping a person wake up, yet Wilson still brewed a pot of coffee to supplement his tea intake and he puttered around making them a simple breakfast of bagels and loxs.

Over breakfast they talked about the radio and Wilson explained to Aziraphale a little more completely what it was and that, yes it had been around the last time they were in Fandom, Phale just had never known to turn it on. This was a situation the angel decided would need to be rectified in the future and so one of the ‘buttons’ on the apartment wide stereo system was now permanently keyed to the Fandom Radio.

A quick trip to the store got Wilson the other ingredients he’d need for baking and after flipping on a CD of the angel’s favorite instrumental jazz, Aziraphale disappeared into the study to sort books into the three big bookcases that had appeared there and Wilson settled down to making the promised cake.

A Hummingbird cake with cream cheese frosting as promised only using fresh pineapple instead of canned. At some point the apartment’s front door was set open, allowing the delicious scents of food, fresh Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee, and a rich orange spice tea to waft invitingly out into the hallway.

Sugar and caffeine… the natural diet of many Fandom High faculty!

[ooc: Open to all Mauvaise Chance Apartment dwellers and/or anyone who would have or wants to make up a reason to stop by Apt# 4 during the day!]

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Living with a mortal had put Aziraphale into the habit of doing most household chores by hand, but he'd always been that way when it came to his books. One by one they were carefully unpacked and put into the shelves, along with the collection of volumes Wilson had asked to be brought along. Most of the books relating to magic had been left behind for Kiki, but the rare editions, the novels and poetry, and the books of prophecies he'd be using for his class were all there.

He couldn't stay away from the kitchen for long, though. Not with the young doctor baking, and the delicious scents making their way through the apartment. So eventually the books were left to be finished another time, and the angel slipped into the kitchen, taking a seat up on one of the counters so he could steal bits of pineapple.

"You're going slow, so Miss Sciuto gets to share in the fun, aren't you love?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson made a playful show of swatting at Aziraphale's hand but it was just a mock rebuke, the angel being free to nibble pineapple.

"Have you ever tried to skin and core a pineapple, love? Believe me, it takes time." Wilson muttered as he turned to yet another section of pineapple to work on.

"How are the books coming along?"

He was curious to see what parts of the angel's own library the man had summoned and would probably spend a good hour once Phale had everything sorted, poking about on the shelves. For himself, he'd had the angel bring all his medical texts and journals. He had a mind to do some writing at least, to suppliment his income from teaching and to keep his name circulating in oncology circles while he stayed on Fandom.

"Oh! That reminds me, were you able to find and summon my laptop?"

A bit different from the worried, fretful mortal who got all flustered if the angel so much as miracled tea, isn't he?

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

Abby was not pleased that her tests on the feather kept going all hinky. She longed for her beloved mass spectrometer that was back at her lab and didn't understand why Gibbs didn't want her moving a million dollar machine to her apartment. It's not like she wouldn't have taken good care of it!

She bounced up to Wilson and Aziraphale's door, wearing a lab coat and carrying two cups of Caf-Pow and stopped in shock. "Whoa. Furniture."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson and Phale had been in the kitchen, discussing the very thing that Abby was now blinking at, the summoning of bits and pieces to make their lives comfortable. Including, all the new furniture!

Hearing her at the door, the front door standing almost directly across from the kitchen, Wilson walked over and poked his head through the archway.

"Hey there, Abby! I thought I heard you. Come on in."

[stargazer-ellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie was heading downstairs when she smelled the heavenly scent of coffee drifting from #4. She poked her head in the open door. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Peeking back out of the kitchen, with a bowl in his hands full of the beginnings of cream cheese frosting, Wilson smiled warmly as he recognized Ellie.

"Good morning, Ellie. Do you live here in the building as well? Come on in." Wilson invited with with a twitch of his head.

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

Abby smiled at the newcomer and waved around her cup of Caf-Pow. "Morning!"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Eventually, Aziraphale was coaxed out of hiding and began making the rounds of the guests. He couldn't let Wilson do all the work, after all.

Spotting Ellie, he walked over and gave her a warm smile. "Good day, Miss Arroway. We'll pleased you could stop in."

[ooc: I'm slowplaying today, but hopefully won't drag things out too much.]

[preacher-custer.livejournal.com]

Jesse was on his way out to The Perk to get some coffee and breakfast when the scents from his neighbor lured him to the open door.

Besides, he really should get to know the neighbors.

He rapped on the door frame to announce himself. "Mornin'."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson recognized that voice and he quickly stepped out of the kitchen, rubbing his hands on a dishtowel.

"Good morning, Reverend." He greeted Jesse with a friendly smile. "Come on in."

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

Abby smiled at the man who didn't really look like what Wilson said he was. "Reverend?"

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

Elliot popped her head in the door. "Is this a party?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson popped his head around the doorframe of the kitchen and smiled.

"Hello there, neighbor?" He couldn't remember having met Elliot yet. "And it's a bit of one, food... coffee...tea...cream cheese frosting bowl and cake batter to arm wrestle over. Come on in."

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Abby waved from where she was leaning against a counter.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale's next stop on his rounds of meeting the neighbors -- and goodness, did it seem as though there a lot of neighbors! -- was the young blonde woman who had been chatting with Abby and Wilson. Stepping up with a welcoming smile on his face, he held out his hand.

"Good day, my dear. I'm the other half of apartment #4's occupancy, Aziraphale. Do you live here in the building?"

[ooc: SP today, but trying hard to meet everyone!]

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor didn't even live in Mauvaise Chance. Yet somehow he'd managed to arrive at the door with a very large thermos of fresh tea in his hand.

"Is this a resident only situation, or is anyone invited?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Doctor!" Wilson exclaimed warmly. "Anyone is invited of course, come on in, please. How are you today?"

Wilson waved Nine on through the doorway and into the kitchen, the epicenter of all sorts of yummy baking and breakfast smells.

"Have you had breakfast?" He asked, seeing the thermos and turning to reach for a mug for the Doctor.

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

Elliot waved to the new arrival, a spoonful of frosting halfway to her mouth. "I was just walking by," she said.

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"What's in your thermos?" Abby asked and waved.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale thought that voice sounded familiar. He looked into the kitchen and spotted the Doctor, smiling as Wilson set him up with some breakfast.

"Good day, Doctor. I'm so pleased we finally get to meet...in the flesh, so to speak. Cup for your tea?" he asked, gesturing toward the thermos.


[ooc: Slowplaying like mad, but wanted Phale to say hello. :)]

[drjcovington.livejournal.com]

Funny how the enticing smell of food, and the rising babble of conversation, could lure in unsuspecting passers-by . . . or people who might, possibly, have been looking to mooch free food without being too obvious about it.

Anyway, Janice figured it could be passed off easily enough as meeting the new neighbors, and she had just come away from an initial, eyepopping visit to Jeff, the God of Biscuits with more baked goods than she'd be able to eat by herself.

She followed the scent and sound to their source, and knocked on the open doorframe of #4. "Some sort of impromptu faculty party?"

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"Faculty cake party!" Abby grinned. "Hi!"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Not wishing to interupt Abby and Janice at the start, Wilson waited for a quiet moment to come over.

"Miss Covington! Wonderful of you to stop by...or are you also living here in the apartment build? Can I get you something to drink? Tea, coffee?"

Cake Batter Bowl & Cream Cheese Frosting Bowl

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

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Somehow, Wilson -probably with a wee bit of help from Aziraphale- managed to keep enough batter and frosting for two finished cakes, one for Abby and another to share with everyone else.

But in the meantime, there is a bowl full of cake batter leavings and a bowl full of cream cheese frosting leavings for your sugar rush pleasure.

[ooc: Figured a little ocd might help and...the picture was too cute to pass up!]

Re: Cake Batter Bowl & Cream Cheese Frosting Bowl

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

Abby stood in front of the bowls with a torn expression. "Batter or frosting? Batter or frosting?"

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Susan followed her nose down the hallway, then stopped, surprised but smiling. "James? Good heavens, when did you get back?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was in the middle of starting to pull baked cakes out of the oven when he heard Susan's familiar voice.

"Dr. Pevensie! Good to see you. Come on in so I don't have to shout why don't you?"

He invited her with a warm smile and a twinkle in his dark eyes.