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maskormenacelogs2019-07-24 09:28 pm
bookshopped) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-07-24 09:28 pm
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[CLOSED] I thought about the world, drank gin and watched the news
WHO: Crowley and Aziraphale [CLOSED]
WHERE: Their assigned housing, Nonah #003 (sorry roommates they'll keep it down)
WHEN: Several days after the Swear-In and the appearance of the not!Moon
WHAT: Two timeless supernatural beings discuss the philosophical implications of-- no just kidding, an idiot angel and an idiot demon get drunk and talk at each other
WARNINGS: Not responsible for lost brain cells as a result of reading this thread
The truth is, Aziraphale has no real idea what to do about the fact that the moon seems to have been replaced with a less attractive mechanized monstrosity of a substitute. He doesn't have the depth of pop culture knowledge to place any particular significance on what it is, but he has the definite sense it's probably not anything good. He's an angel, after all, he has a sense for the general goodness of things. It's in his job description.
And this is not good. It may even be bad.
Of course, there's really only one solution to something bad and confusing turning up in his life. The old tried and true method -- alcohol and Crowley.
Well, it worked for Armageddon. Sort of. Whatever, the details weren't important.
What is important is that the angel is currently knocking on the door to Crowley's room with a brown paper sac tucked in the crook of one arm. Inside are several bottles of wine and a bottle or two of single malt Scotch. Because variety is the spice of life. And it's not like either of them need to be concerned about their livers.
"Crowley? You're in aren't you?" He's certain he is, but it's important to be polite.
WHERE: Their assigned housing, Nonah #003 (sorry roommates they'll keep it down)
WHEN: Several days after the Swear-In and the appearance of the not!Moon
WHAT: Two timeless supernatural beings discuss the philosophical implications of-- no just kidding, an idiot angel and an idiot demon get drunk and talk at each other
WARNINGS: Not responsible for lost brain cells as a result of reading this thread
The truth is, Aziraphale has no real idea what to do about the fact that the moon seems to have been replaced with a less attractive mechanized monstrosity of a substitute. He doesn't have the depth of pop culture knowledge to place any particular significance on what it is, but he has the definite sense it's probably not anything good. He's an angel, after all, he has a sense for the general goodness of things. It's in his job description.
And this is not good. It may even be bad.
Of course, there's really only one solution to something bad and confusing turning up in his life. The old tried and true method -- alcohol and Crowley.
Well, it worked for Armageddon. Sort of. Whatever, the details weren't important.
What is important is that the angel is currently knocking on the door to Crowley's room with a brown paper sac tucked in the crook of one arm. Inside are several bottles of wine and a bottle or two of single malt Scotch. Because variety is the spice of life. And it's not like either of them need to be concerned about their livers.
"Crowley? You're in aren't you?" He's certain he is, but it's important to be polite.