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Time: August 15, 2000
Status: Open to spectators or joiners in
Setting: The manor lawn
Summary: Brian teaches the way of the rugger

Brian was excited-- for several reasons. The main one just now was that he got to share his passion with a friend-- the passion for tossing an odly shaped ball around, running after it, and knocking people right over. ...and making a human shield turtle and ramming the other team, only they didn't have nearly enough people for a scrum right now.

He'd dragged Adam out onto the front lawn, and waved madly at Shadow to join them-- he'd love to use Shadow as a tackling dummy. The big ones were always the hardest-- and the most satisfying.

"C'mon, Adam, c'mon! It'll be great! It's loads of fun. Oh, one thing, you can't throw the ball forward. Or touch it if you're in front of it."

The ways of rugby are arcane and violent.

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...Brian's mature and logical response was to stick his tongue out again and try to shove Adam off as best he could.

Giggling, Adam rolled off him and lay wearily on the grass. "This rugby stuff is tirin'. I feel like I could sleep 'til tomorrow noon."

"...you can't, though," Brian said. "I'm sure something'll turn up to do."

Adam sighed. "There's always somethin'..."

"I'm sure it'll be something nice. But you can't go to sleep," Brian told him.

That got a snort. "'s not usually somethin' nice. 's usually someone beatin' the tar outta someone else even when I tell 'em not to. But not in a good rugby kind of way."

"...needs more rugby," Brian said. He sat up, leaning back to make things in his back go 'pop!' "still, I got a feeling today'll be good something instead of bad something."

"What needs more rugby? The Manor? If you wanna start games that's fine by me!" Adam rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his bed, grinning at the thought of Aziraphale playing rugby.

"But you've got good feelin's, Bri. I'll trust ya."

"Everything. The manor, too."

Brian wasn't sure where Shadow'd gone to-- it'd been nice of him to put up with this, for certain. He'd try to do something nice for the guy soon.

For now...

"Hey, lookit that cloud. Doesn't it look like a pirate ship?"

Adam squinted. "Could be a pirate hat if you turn it upside down..."

"I like it as a ship," Brian said. "Look, sails and the thingy, the lady on the front." He pointed to a squiggly taper of cloud. "And little cannons, those little puffs there."

"All right. How 'bout the one next to it. That one looks like a really too small pair of shorts."

Brian squirmed. "Yeah, it does. " He watched it for a while- the wind twisted it. "Now it's an upside-down bird..."

Adam turned his head to look skeptically at his friend. "That didn't look anythin' like shorts. I just said that because. I think I'll head in and change mine. Dunno how you can stand 'em."

"...it did so look like shorts," Brian said with a frown. "Well, long ones, with a rip up the side."

Brian'd have to keep him out of the way... "I'll go in with you."

"'Kay," said Adam as he dragged himself to his feet and held out a hand to help Brian up.

"Thanks!" Brian slung an arm around his shoulder. "C'mon, let's head upstairs."

Gabriel wasn't quite sure what had happened between his wandering into the bar and now, when he'd been sent out to find Adam. He'd been met with a flurry of 'my dear's as Aziraphale explained that they were putting together a surprise party for the Antichrist (Gabriel really should know better to think he'd seen everything in six thousand years, because he was constantly being proved wrong). The principality had then requested that he find the boy and tell him there was something that required his attention, and when he'd blinked at the other angel, Constantine had piped up with, "Well, you are supposed to be the Messenger, aren't you?"

Like he'd never heard that one before. Prat.

But he managed to keep a straight face* as he approached the Antichrist walking with the rather excitable boy the angel had run into in the hallway. "Adam, there you are," he said hurriedly, revealing nothing, which was easy, since he knew very little anyway. "There's something (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/105658.html?thread=1992634#t1992634) you should see inside..."

* 'Straight' may not be the best word to describe Gabriel, but one gets the point.

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