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WHO: Jane Porter & YOU
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: 28th - 30th
WHAT: Firstly, the moon is back. Secondly, religious crises are had. Thirdly, what are these awful rocks killing off all the plants?
WARNINGS: Will update as/if needed.

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a; the moon! | 28th

[It's not as if she makes a point of being outside late at night, and certainly not after dark, but today happens to be a day when the bookshop was open particularly late, followed by her employer politely but firmly asking that Jane draw a few pictures for some pieces of card he wanted to put up around the shop to encourage people to look closer at the books that don't sell as well as others.

She had thought it a better idea to stay behind to do that, as there could be too many distractions at home.

The moon has been made conspicuous by its absence for a while now, so when she notices that the light in the street is silvery, when she looks up and sees it hanging there again as if it had never left at all, she can't help but grab the arm of the next person passing at such a late hour and point up excitedly.]

Look! The moon is back!

b; be gentle, we're having a religious crisis | 29th

[She is standing outside a church.

She hasn't gone inside yet. Jane is standing just far enough away for it not to look too strange, but she's been standing there for long enough now that it's probably being noticed. She looks up at the building, nestled unobtrusively between a sandwich shop and a small supermarket, and her lips press into a thin line.

A religious crisis of any kind isn't something that has ever bothered Jane Porter. Far too concerned with her work, with helping her father with his research, religion has never taken a place in her life. And yet... now she's actually met an angel, and a demon, and she finds that this, of all things, is what starts her questioning. She steps forwards, though only one step, and instead of going to the door diverts her track to a bench not far outside, where she sits and sighs as she braces her elbow to her knee and puts her chin on her hand.]

Oh, this is just silly. [She says out loud, her lower lip moving into a brief pout.] You're not going to find any answers in there, Jane, are you?

[And then she fishes her phone out. Fidgets with it. Perhaps she should just give Aziraphale or Crowley a call, instead..?]

c; white kryptonite | 30th

Oh, not another one--

[Jane clicks her tongue in annoyance as she picks up another recently fallen rock, already happily at work killing the vegetation around it, with a pair of iron tongs and drops it into the metal bucket in her other hand. She's been working around De Chima all day, but is currently in one of the larger wooded areas in the suburbs, exploring while also doing her good deeds for the city. After all, we can't just leave all of this terrible stuff lying around to kill everything it touches!

How she's going to get rid of it all when she's done hasn't really crossed her mind yet, but she's sure she'll find something to do with it. Perhaps one of the research departments - so numerous in De Chima - would like to take it off her hands. For a small fee... perhaps, if they're willing to pay it (a bookstore clerk salary doesn't amount to much).

It's a humid day, and while it's only a little warm under the trees, the humidity is taking its toll on her. She puffs and straightens up, rubbing the base of her spine with the heel of her hand.]

I should have brought more water. [Jane sighs, flicking her hair out of her face.] What a nuisance... I'll have to go back.

[And in that moment, a small rock bounces through the trees and lands in a patch of lavender, which immediately begins to die off.]

... Is that some kind of a sign?

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[ Welp she probably should have thought that insult through better.

And Chloe has had the same though. She even asked Crowley about it, though his answer didn't help much. Maybe demons just liked how British accents sound. ]

Not really, I guess. Or maybe he is. I don't really know how angels work when it comes to Earth's regional rules.

[Probably.]

... Isn't it funny that Aziraphale and Crowley both sound English as well?

[Yes. Let's go back to that. Let's not linger on the fact that she had a conversation with the devil about how nice his name is.]

I asked Crowley about that. He said something about how he spent a lot of time in Britain and I guess he likes it?

[ As far as she knows, Lucifer never lived in Britain. He just sounds English because it's ~fancy~, probably. ]

I think it's just a celestial thing. It makes them sound old and wise or something.

[Jane titters softly at the thought. Oh, she can think of many different accents that might make a person sound old and wise that would be far better than one from inner London, but that would be a digression.]

Do you think they really believe that?

[She's trying, but she can't quite keep the smile off her face.]

It's terribly easy to forget they're not human, isn't it.

[ She shrugs. Most of the celestials she knew had believed for a long time that humanity was beneath them until they became embroiled in it. ]

I think it's easier for them to forget they're not human, sometimes.

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[And Jane lets out another of those laughs, soft and in the back of her throat, almost like a hum with a touch of humour in it.]

I hardly understand how they could, but... perhaps you're right, in a way. They're not at all like I would have expected.

[ At least it seems like she might be coming off the proverbial cliff. And she certainly handled it all better than Chloe ever did. ]

They aren't. I think it's a bad idea to try to expect anything of them, really. They're all just as different as humans are.

[ Which is, in of itself, pretty unexpected. ]

[Jane is quite certain that she's heading towards some kind of mental breakdown somewhere along the line, and aside from the fainting has been very impressed by her own handling of things so far.]

Oh, I know, I know... [But she does sigh, staring very hard at the church across the road.]

You can't believe everything you hear about anything, can you.

[ Chloe doesn't blame her in the least. She had her own breakdown. At least Jane isn't trying to dose her boyfriend to get him back to Hell. ]

No, you can't. You can listen to what they say, but at the end of the day, you have to trust your own gut. [ She follows her gaze back to the church. ] You should go in there, if you think it would help.

[She gives the church another long, steady look, then shakes her head with a slightly helpless-looking smile.]

No, I don't think it will help at all. I do think I would like to go and get some tea, though. I know a lovely shop not too far from here.

[ In a way, Chloe is a little relieved. She would have felt obligated to keep Jane company, and she's not sure she's ready to step foot in a church again. ]

Come on. [ She nods, standing up. ] I'll keep you company. I don't really have anywhere to be, anyway.

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