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OOC: Availability
My availability for tonight for certain, and probably for the remainder of the week, is going to be severely limited ( Read more... ) -
Front Steps of 777 Abby Road, Sunday Evening (02/03)
An angel dressed in jeans and sweater but no shoes, and holding a glass of scotch dangling from his fingers, was perhaps not the most expected thing to see sitting on the front steps of the Divine Leaf. But the shop was closed, so it was really just his home at the moment. And Aziraphale didn't feel like tea tonight, he felt like scotch ( Read more... ) -
Back Yard of 777 Abby Road, Friday Evening (01/25)
Yes, it was raining and just barely above freezing. The sort of weather that would have had sensible people indoors where it was dry and warm ( Read more... ) -
777 Abby Road, Sunday Evening (01/20)
Aziraphale was trying to take up a little more in the way of cooking duties, especially since he had only the one shift at the Leaf and no clinic shifts currently. So at the moment he was puttering around the kitchen, following a couple of recipes written on index cards in Wilson's doctorish handwriting: vegetable penne with tarragon-basil pesto, ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Journal Graphics Request
So. I'd really like to spiff up my character journals. And while I can do halfway okay icons for myself, headers and such are pretty well beyond my capabilities ( Read more... ) -
Backyard of 777 Abby Road, Saturday Evening (01/12)
Apparently someone enjoyed after-dark gardening. Although at least this time, there was plenty of light illuminating the garden area behind the house. If the light was a bit brighter than one would expect from a handful of tasteful patio lamps, well...the place was inhabited by an angel after all ( Read more... ) -
Upstairs at 777 Abby Road, Wednesday Morning (01/09)
Aziraphale had finished the Tuesday Leaf shift feeling tired and unsettled, and Wilson had demonstrated that gentle understanding which always endeared him so much to the angel by fixing a light supper of sandwiches and soup and then settling them both in the living room with an old black and white movie. The angel had fallen asleep on the couch, ( Read more... ) -
Upstairs at 777 Abby Road, Monday Evening (01/07)
Aziraphale had had enough. He'd been mortal for more than a week, and it wasn't going away. Yes, there had been some interesting moments. But he was ready to be back to normal again, thank you very much ( Read more... ) -
Backyard of 777 Abby Road, Sunday Evening (01/06)
There was an angel gardening in the dark.
Well, actually, there was a mortal who had recently been an angel, gardening in the low light of some outdoor lamps. And he wasn't really gardening so much as absently plucking things that might or might not have been weeds out of the ground ( Read more... ) -
777 Abby Road, Thursday Morning (01/03)
Aziraphale thought the situation was not at all funny, and didn't deserve laughing at, but apparently Wilson disagreed with him. Oh, the young doctor had been kind enough to make him some breakfast, and to even answer question after question about all the freaky little aches and twitches and rumblings that an angel with a real-live-body was now ( Read more... )