The Park, Wednesday Afternoon/Evening

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale was mopey because his mun was having a bad bad day. The ducks had all but left town, gone to warmer climes for the winter. That seemed wrong, somehow...a duck pond without ducks. It was like a high school without gremlins. And Wilson was locked up in their study (not literally omg), furiously trying to finish the materials for his article and get his lesson ready for the next day.

So the angel went down to the sadly-duck-lacking park, took a seat on his favorite bench, and moped. He even considered going and getting drunk. Not because he had any reason to go and get drunk, but because it seemed like the sort of thing one did when one was mopey.

[ooc: Open to poke at the mopey angel, or for any other non-angel-related park matters.]

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Poke the Mopey Angel

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

He might have been having an existential crisis. Or maybe the grass was just really interesting.

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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The squirrels were tired of mopey.

So they started tossing acorns.

As one does, when one is a squirrel.

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The first few acorns escaped more than a passing notice. When one hangs near trees, one occasionally does encounter a wayward acorn. But four in a row, and all hitting him with somewhat more force than the average gravity-impelled nut, made Aziraphale look up with puzzlement.

"Here now, am I sitting in your seat? Or, er...were you hoping for biscuits?"

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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The squirrels came skittering down out of the tree and held a brief consultation.

The most literate of them scrawled out "chEre Up!" on a piece of his notebook paper and held it up.

The most literate squirrel wasn't that literate.

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale blinked at the notebook paper, and then at the squirrels. And then wondered if the message was supposed to be from the squirrels themselves, or from a 'higher power'.

Although usually when THEY wanted him to cheer up, they just sent Metatron down to nag him. So maybe it was just the squirrels.

"I, er...yes, quite. I'll do that, thank you. Would you like a scone?"

Seemed rude not to offer, what with the cheering up attempt and all.

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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The squirrels scrambled closer, then made the universal gesture for "gimme."

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Yep, that was easy enough to understand, and Aziraphale actually chuckled softly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hazelnut scone, breaking it into pieces for the squirrels.

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

He'd had a good time riding Cameron's swoopbike, but now that the adrenaline rush had worn off Anders was back to being slightly mopey himself. He didn't feel like being mopey alone, though, and Bel had suggested he talk to Aziraphale.

He headed down to the duck pond, remembering it as the angel's favorite spot, and was pleased to see he'd made a good call on that.

"Hi, Mister Phale."

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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Feeling slightly less mopey, mostly because he felt that he owed it to the squirrels to at least try to 'chEre Up', Aziraphale looked up and gave Anders a little smile.

"Hello, Mr Anders. Would you like to join me for a bit? I'm afraid I didn't bring any tea with me, but I can summon some up if you'd like a cup."

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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"I'd like that, but you don't have to go out of your way for the tea." Anders sat down on the bench a bit gingerly and twiddled his thumbs, more because he was fidgety than anything else.

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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"It's no trouble at all, my dear," he replied, conjuring up a thermos and pouring out a cup of tea for Anders. "Really, it takes more energy to make it by hand. But you get used to doing that sort of thing after a while."

Aziraphale noticed the fidgetyness, and tilted his head at the young man. "You seem a bit troubled today. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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Anders accepted the cup of tea with a small smile, grateful for something else to do with his hands. "Bel said I should come talk to you, about this dream I had the other day that's been bothering me." He paused, and shook his head, saying quickly, "I'm not trying for extra credit or anything. I just don't want to be hung up on it any more."

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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"Oh no, of course not. I'm always happy to speak to any of my students outside of class, without it having to be about class. Tell me about the dream and why it's bothering you, and we'll see what we can do about it."

Aziraphale actually sat up a little straighter, feeling a bit better now that he had a problem that needed solving.

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy, on his way to Cafe Fina (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1096057.html?view=48037241#t48037241) was pondering how he'd been a lot more, if not technically social, mobile that day. He felt restless somehow.

He noticed Mr. Aziraphale and headed in his direction.

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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Aziraphale smiled at Billy as he approached. It was nice that the park was so busy today, it kept him from thinking about things like The Nature of Universe.

"Good day, Mr Kessler."

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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"Hey Mr. Aziraphale, how are you?"

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Better for not being allowed to sit and mope," Aziraphale replied truthfully. "I hope you're well? How are classes going?"

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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"I'm doing okay." Billy said, despite his worry, which, might explain today's restlessness. "My classes are going great actually." For the most part. "You were moping?"

Re: Poke the Mopey Angel

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"I'm pleased to hear that. It's rather a new experience for me, but it seems that attending school would be quite interesting."

He felt a little sheepish about admitting it, but nodded. "Er...well, a bit, yes. A little out of sorts today, I suppose. I'm quite sure it will pass."

Meeting John Connor

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale probably should have brought some tea. It just seemed wrong, somehow, to be meeting to talk to someone and not a cup of tea to offer. Maybe he'd conjur some up before John showed.

[ooc: Thread locked to apocalypsesoon.]

Re: Meeting John Connor

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John walked across the park, assuming that a certain someone would be at a familiar bench.

He was right. He waved as he approached his Prophesy professor.

Re: Meeting John Connor

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Nodding in return, Aziraphale had a cup of tea waiting for when John arrived at the bench.

"Have a seat, my dear, and do take care to look not unhappy. The squirrels seem to be on cheerful patrol today."

Re: Meeting John Connor

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"It's not that I'm unhappy, it's I'm a bit concerned. 's not often that a celestial being calls one's voice mail, y'know? Or a professor."

Re: Meeting John Connor

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"No, it's probably just me, Mr Connor. I've been rather in a funk all day, and I think it was annoying them."

He gestured toward the bench. "Sit and drink some tea, and tell me about what you've been doing while I was away. This is absolutely an unofficial sort of visit, so try not to think of me as either an angel or a professor. Just a friend."

Avoid the Mopey Angel

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

It's a big park, and the emo-zone is quite small.