。001 | action + phone

[mydear]

ACTION • KRAMDEN ROAD.

[ It'd be safe to say that waking up in a strange place in a bed is entirely unusual for Aziraphale - considering he doesn't have a bed for any purpose other than for his only friend to nap in and that he doesn't sleep, all of this is very strange. He was a little more happy to find that he'd been given a set of rather fine clothes - but that was less important. He walks downstairs and almost has a very-unangelic heart attack - not a single book in sight. In fact, this is looking less and less like Soho and more and more like some elaborate joke to mess with his head, neither of which he is particularly appreciative of.

Opening the door, he steps outside and looks around - and there he stands, kind of wide-eyed and lost. Because this is not home and he certainly has no idea how to go about explaining it. Divinity only explains so much, after all, and he doesn't think anyone Up There would play this kind of joke on him (no matter how grand his part in stopping the end of the world was). ]

PHONE •  (OPEN)

[ There's a long silence before the sound of fumbling and a soft, lost little sigh - and then the angel gets the hang of it. Technology of any kind will always be lost on him. ]

Hello? Is anyone there?

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[eyesofaserpent]

[He checks in on Aziraphale's drone every morning. Well, not including the days he was stuck on the other side of the carnival, of course. He just wants to make sure he's still a drone and not who he ought to be. Who Crowley wants him to be.

This morning is not unlike and other. He speeds around town and screeches to a halt, turning into the driveway of 1487 Kramden Road. He takes a moment to get out of the car, his right wing escaping first, then the rest of him (and his amputated wing). Other than his wing, he looks entire like he normally would.

Well, that's unusual. The drone Aziraphale usually was to be found inside drinking coffee and reading the newspaper when he came to visit, but this time he's outside? No wings, though. That's disappointing.

He still walks over with a sheepish wave and his other hand in his pocket.]

Hallo, Angel.

[mydear]

[ Seeing Crowley pull up is definitely a relief - he relaxes a little, trying to centre himself somewhat. At least he's not entirely alone and, perhaps, the demon will have some kind of explanation about what on Earth, excuse his language, is going on here.

He steps out to greet the demon, smiling fondly - he knows that, maybe, he should be somewhat more panicked about all of this, but after thousands of years of life you learn how to keep calm and carry on in certain situations, especially when a supernatural force (be it Up there or Down Below) might be the ones behind it. ]

Hello, dear boy.

[ He waves back. The demon seems oddly relaxed, considering, and that's just as soothing as his own mental calming is. ]

I don't suppose you can tell me what's going on here?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He stops, staring at Aziraphale. That wasn't an American accent. And he didn't call him Mr. Crowley. And he didn't look politely confused by calling him "Angel". If anything would unsettle his cool demeanor, it is being suddenly hit with the knowledge that Aziraphale's back.]

A-Aziraphale?

[mydear]

[ Having no idea what's going on and, as usual, being completely oblivious, he just smiles and nods. Crowley's confusion does put him a little on edge, however, considering how content he was moments before. ]

Yes, my dear, I thought we'd established that.

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh, bloody brilliant.

[He can't help but grin, a measure of relief washing over him. He quickly closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around him in a tight hug.]

Aziraphale, you stupid, beautiful angel. You came back!

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[swineprince]

[Ebony has been living with the drone of Aziraphale for the past two months. No matter how much the drone insisted that "Mom" should be the one to cook breakfast, Ebony always made certain to get up early enough to make something nice and to also bake something for his class. This morning, he's making breakfast links, hash browns, eggs, and pancakes. When he sees what he thinks is the drone in the morning, he waves hello with the spatula.]

Good morning.

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[mydear]

[ Aziraphale turns, startled to see what appears to be a young man in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. This situation is getting stranger and stranger by the second. Closing the front door and walking over, he smiles softly. ]

Good morning. I don't suppose you have any idea what's happening here?

[ Underestimating someone because of their youth is something that Aziraphale has learned should never happen -- if Adam has taught him anything it's that children sometimes have wisdom far, far beyond their years. ]

[swineprince]

[Ebony blinks, tail going still.]

You... Y-you're back?!

[mydear]

[ ... Back? He looks around, a little nervous. He's certainly never been here before -- he'd remember. ]

I'm not sure 'back' is appropriate in this case. I've never been here before.

[swineprince]

You don't remember? You were here when I first woke up here in Mayfield.

[bread_goes_bip]

[Despite her friendship with Crowley, Death had somehow managed to not meet Crowley previously. Still, no harm in being friendly.]

Hi there. It's a public line, usually someone will pick up.

[mydear]

[ Oh, well, voices. He falters a little before he takes it in his stride. ]

That sounds particularly suspicious.

[bread_goes_bip]

It used to be pretty common, though Mayfield does take it to a new level.

[mydear]

... A new level?

[ Wait, no, that's not what we should be focussing on, angel. ]

Mayfield?

[bread_goes_bip]

The town is called Mayfield. It's... a bit unique.

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[keep_smiling]

At your service!

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[mydear]

[ Well, he sounds chipper. ]

Ah, hello, my good man. I don't suppose you could tell me what is going on?

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[keep_smiling]

That depends! "What's going on" is a fairly broad topic.

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[mydear]

Where am I, then, to simplify?

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[keep_smiling]

Ah, did you just wake up here today? This is a town called Mayfield. Seems the people in charge of this place are in the business of kidnapping folks and bringing them here. It's pretty strange.

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[rebelcommunion]

I am! You sound new. Are there any questions I can answer?

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[mydear]

[ He breathes out a sigh - help, goodness yes. ]

Yes, actually. Where am I and how did I get here are two to start.

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[rebelcommunion]

I can't answer the second. I don't know that one for myself. But we're in some strange city called Mayfield. It's populated by humans and anyone who isn't human is put into a human body for a time. Sometimes strange and terrible things happen and after that we have parts of ourselves and our belongings returned so don't worry too much about what's missing!

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[mydear]

... So I'm in a human body.

[ That explains why he feels so different and cold and empty, at least - he doesn't have empathy anymore and it's throwing him through a loop. ]

Mayfield - I've never heard of it. There's no way to leave, I'd imagine, if we don't know how we got here?

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[rebelcommunion]

If you were something else before yes!

And I never had either. I've tried walking and flying both and neither got me anywhere. There must be another way but no one I've talked with has found it.