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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Date: September 25th, 2000
Status: Vaguely Public - Sphix, Anathema, Aziraphale, Loki, War, Uriel
Setting: Tadfield Dining Room
Summary: Care to have a bite?



It had been, precisely, one week, and another thirty-three nanoseconds, according to Aziraphale's entirely ethereal* watch.

Not that he was counting.

He had tried not to think about it, and that didn't work; he had tried to think about it, and that went even worse. The only thing left now was to distract himself from it, and all the books in the library did were remind him of his bookshop, and with that the fire, and with that Cr- someone's heroic efforts.

Naturally, Aziraphale did what any angel would do when faced with this situation: he went for lunch, downstairs. It was stubbornly quiet when he walked in - he'd come in a bit early, after all - but it would pick up, he knew. The angel took his newspaper, newly purchased from the front desk, and made himself comfortable.


*It appeared to only keep the hour and minutes, in a grandfather-clock face with Roman numerals, but did far more. 'Appearances were often deceiving' appeared to be a recurring theme this week.

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[theban-sphinx.livejournal.com]

The sphinx sat and just listened to the conversation, trying to decide if any of the other people sounded like a police officer. Of course, she had no idea what a police officer should sound like, exactly, which made the task much more difficult. Then a glass appeared out of thin hair and the colour of Brenda’s hair suddenly changed, and the sphinx realised that law enforcement people might just be the least of her problems.

She had seen things appear and change before, but it was always unsettling. After all, if someone could materialize a glass, what would stop them from materializing a spear, going through someone’s heart, or a bullet, inserted right into the brain?

A shiver went through the sphinx, a half unconscious reflect to the threat. If she had wanted - and if she had had less experience managing herself - it would have covered her body in fur and changed her shape. As it was, she just flinched, remaining human.

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale looked thoughtful. "A great many. Fire for hair, most say, but there's other ideas like the Nephilim's children (perhaps you met Raphael?) or the children of various deities."

He wasn't looking at Loki's hair.

Really.

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"Of course that would have to have been very active deities," Loki added with a grin.

So, he might have left the occasional half god around, yes, but surely there hadn't been that many of them. Certainly no more than perhaps fifty. Or maybe a hundred considering the length of his existence? Did grandchildren also count? He almost wished he'd kept an eye on all of the human women he'd bedded through the centuries. It'd be nice to have relatives around, even if they were mortal.

[swords-love-me.livejournal.com]

"There's all sorts of red, mind," War added. "Most people could cope with the reddish blondes, but mine tends to stand out." She grinned. "Not that I mind that, of course."

[anathema-witch.livejournal.com]

Anathema smiled. "Hair envy. Sometimes I wish mine was something other than plain black." She shrugged "Dying it a different colour though, it always felt like cheating, so here I am with my hair still its natural colour."

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"Plain?" Loki couldn't believe it. "There is nothing at all plain about black hair. You know, where I come from black is a very rare hair colour and I've always considered it especially attractive, especially on a beautiful lady like you."

He winked at Anathema. Oh, if only he were a little stronger!