。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.

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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.

[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.

phone

[keep_smiling]

At your service!

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[rebelcommunion]

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