The Perk - Wednesday [9/13]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It had been a good morning. Despite the overcast dreary atmosphere outside or rather because of the overcast dreary atmosphere outside, Aziraphale had lit a fire in the fireplace in their master bedroom and, well, that had lead to early morning doctor and angel canoodling. Canoodling of the private sort -not the public sort- being a much more energetic canoodle, afterwards Wilson had decided he wasn't up to making breakfast, feeling much too lazy and well canoodled.

So, they had showered and perhaps canoodled some more then dressed and even pulled their warm coats out of the closet for the walk down to the Perk for some morning coffee and something to eat. Standing in front of the board, Wilson had choosen a pumpkin spice latte -with an extra 4 shots please- while Phale had asked for something new and completely different....okay he asked for a pot of tea. A couple of scones and a bagel were also added to the mix and the pair carried off their treasures to a quiet set of chairs by the window.

Settling down with food, coffee, tea, a crossword puzzle and a medical journal they appeared rather content on this grey and otherwise gloomy day.

[ooc: Perk open for all your caffiene needs! Feel free to poke at Phale and Wilson if you wish or stalk your own coffee as the mood takes you. :)]

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The day Aziraphale ordered coffee for breakfast would probably be the day Hell froze over, so perhaps it was a good thing that he took his usual pot of tea. In honor of the impending season, however, he ordered apple spice in place of his usual orange spice -- so see, he was perfectly capable of trying new things.

Just...not too new.

They sat quietly for a bit, engrossed in their individual scholarly (or puzzley) endeavors, until the angel broke the stillness with a question.

"Why tomatoes?"

Phale and Wilson

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Thoroughly sucked into the topic of gene therapy when dealing with certain types of brain cancers, Wilson answered in a distracted tone without looking up from his journal.

"Cause they're squishy and go smush when they hit someone."

Re: Phale and Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The angel pondered that for a bit. He might have been going through a list of other fruits and vegetables in his mind, searching for possible candidates in the categories of squishy and smushy.

He filled in several answers on his crossword while he thought.

"And that's a desirable trait in an alien fruit?"

Re: Phale and Wilson

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Good Lord but Aziraphale could hold on to a subject. It was a trait that Wilson did genuinely love about the angel...except when it involved killer tomatos.

Marking his place next to some long doctory type word in the journal, Wilson looked up at his beloved, if slightly exasperating lifemate.

"They're not alien. They're genetically modified by humans for a purpose. One such purpose was to eat France. Besides...if it had been called Attack of the Killer Cucumbers then we'd have to dill with all sorts of bad phallic jokes."

Pause...

Smirk.

Re: Phale and Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale shook his head indulgently, having put up with an entire evening of puns the night before.

"I'm just trying to understanding the culture, love," he answered mildly, taking a sip of his tea. "I wasn't certain if there was some sort of genetic predisposition among mortals toward a fear of squishy fruits."

Yep, sounded like someone had been paying closer attention to Wilson's doctory ramblings.

Re: Phale and Wilson

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson shot Phale a look over the top of his journal that clearly said he was considering choking the angel on his own feathers.

"I explained to you about the cultural relevance in the movie. Tomatos were just..."

Facepalming as if he couldn't believe he was having this conversation, Wilson looked down at his journal and muttered really fast.

"MightalsohavesomethingtodowiththeideathatwomenarereferedtoastomatosandsothenAttackoftheKillertomatostakesonawholefeministangleaswell."

Re: Phale and Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Ah..." The angel nodded, and looked back toward his crossword, although he hid a little smile at Wilson's aggravation. As often as the young doctor liked to tease him, it was satisfying with Aziraphale was able to give a little bit back.

He let another pause fall between them, then looked back up. "We should Abby down for dinner sometime."

Honestly, he wasn't trying to be aggravating.

Re: Phale and Wilson

[hera-rises.livejournal.com]

Laura approached quietly, coffee in hand. "Good morning," she said.

Re: Phale and Wilson

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

And thus, Aziraphale was saved from getting bonked in the nose with scone. Carefully putting the potentially airborne pastry back down on the plate, he smiled warmly towards the woman, he'd seen at a couple of functions but had yet to meet.

"Good morning."

Re: Phale and Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale promptly stood and waved Roslin to a chair.

"Good morning, Miss Roslin. This is Dr James Wilson, another of the faculty here. James love, this is Miss Roslin, she teaches Interstellar Relations at the school."

[hera-rises.livejournal.com]

She wore her favorite blue suit today -- the one with the buckle on the side -- and opted for the skirt with heels, rather than the pants. Her eyes were slightly puffy from the lack of sleep, but there was a faintly wistful smile tracing across her lips as she entered the Perk and ordered a cafe mocha, double shot.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

When Roslin sat down, Aziraphale looked up and cast a friendly smile her way. When he caught her eyes, he nodded, an open invitation for her to join the two men (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1081060.html?thread=47403492#t47403492) if she wanted company.

[hera-rises.livejournal.com]

Laura returned the friendly smile, deciding she could join the two for a little while before heading to her office.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac, rather shaken by having just taken on the almighty faceless force that is AOL, is in dire need of coffee. Lots of it. Now would be good.

She orders a large mug settles down at a table, and forces herself not to down it all at once.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly stopped by before her office hours to get some coffee. Lots of coffee. Spending a night trying to figure out how to teach something that was mostly instinctive leads to definite coffee craving.

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark, as Clark sometimes did, because he's Clark, almost bumped into her. Fortunately it was only almost.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly smiled at the man. "No harm anyway."

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark looked from his drink to her coffee and grimaced. "My that certainly could have been bad."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"I would have been less than amused," Aly replied. "And quite possibly would have demanded you buy me a new coffee."

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

"And I'm sure part of my stammered apologies would have been an offer to do anyway." Clark said with a slight, self effacing smile.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly winked. "Well then I don't suppose I could have complained too much."

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark smiled shyly back. "Oh, I'm, I'm Clark by the way. Clark Kent." He tried to arrange his newspaper under his arm while still holding his drink so he could shake her hand.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly waited for his to arrange himself before offering her hand. "Aly. It's nice to meet you."

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you too. are, are you one of the new teachers?"

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark came in with his newspaper, and bought a frappacino. He was having a craving.