The Park, Thursday Morning

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Since Wilson had class and office hours Thursday morning, Aziraphale decided to spend some time reacquainting himself with the park. Maybe it had only been a little over a week, as time passed in Fandom anyway, but it seemed like ages for the angel. He had a feeling there was a long list of people he was going to need to talk to anyway -- how could such nice kids get into so much trouble over the course of only nine days? -- and a little quiet time on his favorite bench first was an attractive prospect.

Not that he wouldn't be terribly happy to talk with anyone who happened by.

[ooc: Stop and chat, or use the park for your own nefarious purposes. Some intermittent SP may occur.]

[ETA: I've got to be AFK for a few hours, but will return to pick up threads again around 9:00PM EST.]

[ETA #2: I'm back, but on dial-up, so please be patient.]

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Talk to Aziraphale

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Due to much fussing and scolding on the part of a certain young doctor, Aziraphale had made himself comfortable sitting sideways on the bench, his wings unfurled and stretched slightly to take advantage of the morning sunlight. He'd gotten quite a talking-to over the myriad cuts and bruises on them, and instructions to keep them out and let them heal in the air and sun.

So that was exactly what he was doing. As well as drinking tea and working a crossword. Because tea and crosswords are also excellent healing remedies, especially for tired angels.

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[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Once again, Mercer couldn't remember what he'd done with himself for a good part of yesterday. Once again he thought a morning walk might help clear his mind, or help him sort things out.

But he certainly couldn't help noticing the winged man sitting on the park bench, nor could he explain the irrational impulse to flee at the sight.

[OOC: About to leave for work -- will be busy when I get there, but SP is the word. :)]

Re: Talk to Aziraphale

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale noticed the man walking nearby, and looked up from his puzzle with a smile.

"Good morning," he said cheerily, seeing a bit of hesitation in the man's step and hoping to put him at ease. "Lovely day to be out, isn't it?"

[ooc: No worries, SP is love. Drop me an email if there's anything in particular you'd like Phale to pick up on, btw. :)]

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[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"It is, yes." Mercer's agreement was sincere, if halting, and like yesterday he looked as though he hadn't gotten any sleep. "A little cooler than I'm used to."

The cold did, in fact, seem to be affecting him more immediately than normal, soaking into his body in an almost reptilian manner. He wasn't sure why.

Still looking at Aziraphale's wings with a touch of confusion and intrigue, he added half to himself, "The redheaded girl told me this place was diverse, but I had no idea . . ."

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Care for a cup of tea?" Aziraphale replied immediately, in response to the remark about the cold. There was something odd about the man, and not just in the strange hesitant mannerisms. It was if there was something inside him, a darkness, just barely held in check. It worried the angel a bit, and he decided it might be a good idea to find out a bit more about this stranger.

"Oh yes, Fandom's a terribly diverse sort of town," he agreed. "Which redheaded girl would that be? I must assume you're new here, are you one of our new businessmen, or just here for a visit?"

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[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Someone was in his bench. AGAIN. But this someone had wings. It appeared that the angel was back. Good, perhaps that would keep Wilson from engaging in the occasional hysterical outburst.

Lucifer walked over to the bench, looking at the object in question and then back up at Aziraphale.

It was his bench, damn it.


[[ooc: SP is love during finals week]]

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

It wasn't likely Lucifer could get very close to Aziraphale without the angel noticing. He looked up, and gave the Adversary a pleasant smile.

"Good morning, my dear. Can I offer you a cup of tea?"

He shifted on the bench and moved his feet so that Lucifer would have room to sit down. After all, it was polite to share, and Aziraphale never minded having people join him on his bench for a chat.

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[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer took a seat at his bench and observed the angel's injuries up close. "I would be delighted."

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Producing a second cup of tea, Aziraphale handed it to the other man, trying not to feel too uncomfortable at the inspection of his injuries. After all, Wilson had told him how nice Lucifer had been to the young doctor during the angel's absence, so he was feeling rather inclined to think favorably of the Adversary.

"James tells me he's been spending rather a pleasant time at your club lately," Aziraphale said, by way of making conversation.

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[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

As soon as he got out of class Blair headed for the park and a certain bench. He was pretty sure that was where Aziraphale would be found. Not one for sneaking, Blair was quite loud with his bouncing.

"You're back!" Oh, and the yelling too.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Well, the bouncing was enough to get Aziraphale's attention, but he chuckled at the boisterous greeting.

"Quite, my dear. Just last night, in fact. I do hope you've been able to keep out of trouble while I was away?"

He shifted on the bench and made room for Blair to sit down, if the young man could manage to keep in one place for that long.

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[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

There were more important things than sitting down right away and Blair stood, bouncing in front of Phale for a moment. "Are you hurt too badly for hugs? Because I really don't want to pop a rib."

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Oh goodness, my dear, you won't hurt me a bit," Aziraphale replied, setting aside his tea and crossword so that he could claim his hug. "And I'm not hurt all that badly. Just some scrapes and bruises, and those will heal before you know it."

Possibly a bit more than scrapes and bruises was evident beneath the feathers of his wings, but he didn't seem to be badly hurt, and definitely was pleased to be hugged.

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[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"I see you've returned," the Doctor said, approaching.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Smiling, Aziraphale looked up at the Doctor and nodded.

"Yes, I returned just last night. And I hear that the students have been up to their usual trouble-seeking," he added, with a rueful chuckle. "Would you like to join me for a bit of tea?"

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[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"I would," the Doctor said with a smile. "Your presence has definitely been missed."

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After his class, his talk with Zoe and a couple other handwavey errands had been taken care off, Wilson and his over stuffed briefcase made their way down from the school and across the park in search of an angel.

The young doctor smiled, warmly to himself as he saw his lover on the bench, wings outstretched under the sun as he'd commanded suggested.

"Hey there, lover mine." He said softly as he came up to the bench.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Beaming up at Wilson, Aziraphale set aside his puzzle and held out his arm in a gesture he hoped would get him at least a hug, if not a young doctor snuggled up with him on his bench.

"Hello, James love. I've had quite a lot of visitors today. How was your class?"

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Laughing, Wilson reached the angel's side and embraced him in a loving hug, before kissing his cheek and then joining him on the bench. However, snuggling would have to wait, the young doctor had wings to check on.

"Class was excellent. I'm really going to miss my little group of students. Oh, did Blair make it down to see you?"

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy had missed this, running, while his leg was being repaired. So here he was, enjoying the day, even mostly forgetting to be uneasy about Aziraphale when he saw him.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Since Aziraphale wasn't really aware of Billy's unease, he looked up with a smile and a little wave when he saw the young man out for his run.

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"hey." Billy said, trying with moderate success to keep the caution out of his voice. "How's it going?"

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[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo might look look like he's smoking a pipe, but he's actually sucking on a candy cane, and holding it like a pipe.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Well, Aziraphale wouldn't have minded if it were an actual pipe, but the candy cane was rather in the holiday spirit.

And since he was fairly certain he didn't recognize the man, he nodded at smiled at Leo. "Good morning, my dear."

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[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

"Hey Man." Leo smiled cheerfully. "How've you been?"