While Aziraphale is on hiatus, he's turning management of the Divine Leaf over to Lana. (Three cheers for handwavy.) She'll be taking care of the IC and OOC hiring if a shift opens up, and of course whatever IC uses of the Leaf anyone cares to make ( Read more... )

Seems like I'm doing this a lot lately, but I have...the flu again maybe? Something unpleasant anyway. So I'll be on Super Xtreme Slowplay with tags for a while, although I really will try my best to get some done this evening. In between the whining and the staring blankly at the wall ( Read more... )

Now that the aftermath of Phoebe's possession seemed to have settled down a little, Aziraphale had some people he needed to check up on. Today, his mission was to spend some time with his adopted daughter and his adopted sister ( Read more... )

After the disturbing events at 44 Blueberry Hill, Aziraphale had taken a long walk to calm his temper, and then gone home and crawled into bed, burying his face in Wilson's pillow in an act that was deeply mortal ( Read more... )

Sometime the week of March 3, Aziraphale will be leaving for a hiatus from the game. There may be some postings of possible crazy adventures, and he may occasionally pop back in very briefly if there's a plot or something he needs to participate in. But otherwise he'll be out of town for an indefinite period of time ( Read more... )

The pair had been up with the sun, packed and in the car and on the road while the town was still quiet, to begin their long weekend in New Orleans. Aziraphale had insisted on taking care of the reservations himself, wanting to surprise Wilson, and the young doctor had laughed and agreed to it ( Read more... )

Friday afternoon I'll be headed out of town, first for a brief visit with my goddaughter, and then to place my innocent self into the evil clutchesloving hands of some crazy strangers flist friends. So my availability Friday afternoon through Tuesday night will be...I have no idea. Not much? Intermittent? Inebriated ( Read more... )

The day had certainly got off to a remarkable -- and floral -- beginning. First there was the rather large arrangement of tulips that Aziraphale had left next to the bed before sneaking away to make breakfast for his mate, and then there was the lovely bouquet of white roses Jack had sent over.

( Cut for plot of the day )

Aziraphale hadn't gone home since that wretched encounter in the worship center. He figured Wilson would know he wasn't bleeding in a field someplace, and would understand that the angel needed some time to himself ( Read more... )

The Leaf was in Thelma's capable hands, Wilson was upstairs in the office working on a paper, and Aziraphale felt like being outdoors.

So there he was, puttering around in the backyard, rearranging some of the plants around the shark pond, and talking to himself.

Because really, who talks to sharks?

[ooc: For a certain small visitor who knows ( Read more... )