Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

Comments

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He was sufficiently distracted by the question to not dwell on whatever Crowley might have said.

"Oh I thought you'd never ask... But er... So long as it's not to much trouble. You do seem awfully tired." And as much as he wanted to be free of at least some of his clothes, he didn't want to disturb the tired demon.

[bigbadrose]

She's trying very hard not to compare him to Jack, but that really sells it. "Yeah," she gave him a cheeky smirk. "That sounds exactly like Jack. Didja get the arm from stealing then?"

A shrug, "Most people didn't sign up in Torchwood to save the multiverse. A lot of 'em just stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time, didn't have much choice. Lost friends or family to the enemy, and couldn't bury their heads in the sand deep enough to ignore all the problems, knew they just had to do somethin' to try ta fix it." She beamed all the same, "My Dad would say that's why he's the Director, but that's just him bein' modest. He was workin' fer the greater good always, he just wouldn't admit it."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Nope, not too much trouble."

Despite what body and drink were telling him he didn't actually want to go to sleep right now. So even if it was a struggle to wrestle himself free of this comfy place tucked into Aziraphale's wing he had to move now or be lost to it.

Crowley struggled to sit up on the bed, blinking some what groggily as he yawned... both of which were new experienced for him. He didn't usually blink and hadn't, to the best of his knowledge, ever yawned before. It was all a bit terrifying.

"Oh I don't like that... It feels like I'm not in control of myself at all."

[welldressedevil]

Malcolm flinches at that. His issues with the man who took his hand is complicated and isn't for a stranger to hear. "No I lost it in combat," he replied as that is the simplest answer he could think of.

[bigbadrose]

Rose held up both hands apologetically. "Sorry Luke Skywalker, for what it's worth, you're just as sexy with it, yeah?" and she gave him an evil wink.

[bigbadrose]

"No, because I had to scatter it in a way that I would figure out and no one else would and they would just think it was meaningless." A face palm.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Aziraphale missed the warmth immediately but let him go, flexing his wings behind him again. Despite the distance, he smiled. It was impossible not to. There was something simply adorable about him being so tired that he yawned.

"You just need some sleep. It's been a long day." It was barely three o'clock but the sentiment sounded right. He stood to walk to the side of the bed and gave him a gentle push. "Come on. Everything will be fine."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Why?"

And there were the questions again, even sulking he was still asking them.

"What would it have mattered if anyone else had read it? It's not like it would have changed anything. People would have stopped, read the message, and just kept right on walking. No one would care!"

[funnylittleclown]

"Oh, did he? How very clever of me!"

Totally taking credit for his older version's ruse, if it was a ruse.

"I imagine you might be correct about that. I'm really not much of a drinker at all. A glass or wine here or there but really.. drunk at a party? You wouldn't be able to remember it the next day."

[king_of_egypt]

"Is that... bad?" Atem questioned hesitantly. Clearly, this was not the desired result but they were just soap bubbles. Okay- yes his first attempt was a bit of a wash. Thankfully he did not share this pun.

Apparently, a cup would not have been so out of the ordinary for another era's machines, but let's face it he wasn't even sure what year this place was in to start with. Time traveling had never been so confusing before but then again this was the first time he couldn't just retreat inside the Millennium puzzle and leave menial tasks like this to Yugi. Sorry Yugi- cough.

Atem tried to follow the funny little man's instructions, rushing back to the machine and diving for the cord but even it was difficult to find without being able to visibly see it through the foam. "I think it's behind this other machine." Updating the other with his progress. Any attempts to move said machine seemed fruitless, was the darn thing bolted down?

[serpentinthegarden]

The gentle push was enough to encourage him back onto the bed. He was too tired to resist... not that he had thought to. It was a unique event, nearly as unique as that cuddle, finding yourself forced back into a bed by an angel.

He looked up from the pillows, his eye catching Aziraphale's pale blue, questioning the gesture and wondering if this might lead to more... hoping it might. Unblinking he locked the gaze, trying as if though hypnosis to encourage Aziraphale to act.

And then he yawned... damn! Entirely breaking the temptation!

Grudgingly he agreed the sleep was unavoidable but he did still reach up to try and loosen the buttons of Aziraphale's jacket. He had said he would help with that and he might just manage it before sneaky sleep won out.

"Just don't let me sleep through the entire 21st Century?"

It wasn't like the 14th century, he didn't want to miss all of it.

"And turn around to sit here?"

He patted the side of the bed right next to him. It would be easier to maneuver jacket over wings if there weren't such a great distance between them.

[bigbadrose]

"No." She thought it over carefully. The Doctor was more direct with himself but... "The dalek emperor would have changed it. And I needed it in a lot of places, not just once. It's all very greek tragedy really. And it would have changed things if I tried to be more direct each time. I'm no good at science, but I do remember observer's effect is a thing, yeah?"

A sigh. "If I told myself, 'Get back to the Doctor no matter what,' like the I said, the Dalek god would'a changed it, but I didn't know how to do that. Bad Wolf just keeps me following the bread crumb trail. Where it is, I'm supposed to be. And it's yanno, both the 3 Little Pigs, and Little Red Riding Hood, I dunno, I don't expect anyone else to get it, that's kind of the point, yeah? If anyone else got it, they'd mess it up. Margaret the Slitheen too. Maybe van Statten. UNIT for sure. I'm not even sure I could have left a more specific message at Bad Wolf Bay. It was the last sliver of a crack left that the Doctor could bridge the two Universes, send me a telepathic message to where he could get a hologram through by burning up a sun to say goodbye."

A groan. "Let's say I made that crack both to see him, and to name it Bad Wolf Bay so I could hunt him down; if I made it any bigger, both universes could be destroyed, and all the things kept out in the void could get in again. If I did anything less subtle than just naming it, then it wouldn't seem like a coincidence, so I wouldn't have started looking into trying things and then I wouldn't have saved the other timelines that needed saving. Anything longer just would take away -- my self. I'd just be programming myself, and I'd hate that. Not really living, is it?"

[bigbadrose]

A grin. "I've only blacked out once, and I wasn't drunk. I fused my heart with the TARDIS and dumped the time vortex into the Dalek god's head." She'd decided that this wasn't directly in his timeline, and very likely he wouldn't remember this, Doctor or not. And if he did, then good. Frustrate him a little in revenge.

[welldressedevil]

Malcolm laughs surprised at the comment. "What really," he says with a shake of his head.

[bigbadrose]

"Yup!" all beams. "Way less creepy than the man I love. His hand was cut off, but he just grew it back. Like a starfish."

[welldressedevil]

"How is that possible...was it science or magic," Malcolm asked curious.

[bigbadrose]

Rose just shrugged and spread her hands. "He's not human, just looks it. So neither? Both? Biology, but not Earth biology."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Well, he did look remarkably good against the pillows, Aziraphale had to admit. There was something nice in the contrast of it, all that dark against the white and the red of his hair. He was half tempted to sit and lean down and run his fingers through it. but then the yawn made him smile again. Adorable.

"I promise the 21st Century won't be safe from you." He sits as asked, taking off his shoes even and wiggling his socked toes. "I still don't know how you can sleep at all, let alone an entire century." He considers this and adds. "On purpose, I mean."

[cannoneering]

"Crazy?" It was pretty quiet but she had managed to hear it and didn't really address whether she was or wasn't from Earth. It seemed like an odd question and the mention of crazy was something that seemed more like it needed addressing. "I certainly hope you do not mean myself, I am not crazy at all. I will have you know that I am in perfect health!" If you want crazy, go talk to Amaterasu.

Alternate what now? She tilted her head at him. This man spoke about somewhat strange things and Canon wasn't entirely certain what he was getting at. They didn't really teach students about dimensions where she came from. Even so, he was interesting and an adult; likely someone she could trust! Most adults she had ever run into were fairly helpful and even turned out to be aesir now and then.

Or valkyries. But who's counting, really?

Spoiled indeed. Canon more often than not got whatever she wanted. Daddy Warbucks didn't allow for her to go wanting for anything at all. Be it necessary or just something she felt like spending his hard earned money on. Laughing, Canon steepled her fingers together and smiled brilliantly to the man.

"Twelve? No, no, I am fifteen, sir! Hee~ Twelve, that is so very, very silly!" She raised her brows at his comment about men and her weapon. "You think men would be afraid to touch my cannon? How sad! Prima Blaster X is very lovely~" Sorry, did someone say something about parents? No? Oh, good.

[cannoneering]

"It does not seem much like a place that should be under attack, yes. Can you contact His Omnipotence somehow and see if He might know?"

Blinking her large, red eyes, Canon thought about the description. It sounded like a rather unnerving place but rather than be concerned, she was excited to explore with Skuld! Lugging her cannon along as though it weighed literally nothing, the cannoneer kept up with the hovering valkyrie and soon looked her eyes over the attraction. It was as she said: a darkened, seemingly antique building looming at the end of a long walkway. It somehow seemed as though it was stretching into the sky and getting longer the more she stared at it.

Turning, she smiled to the blond. "It seems as though we are being invited inside, shall we go see whom might be in there?"

Excuse her while she began to skip along the walkway, heading toward the eerie door where someone may or may not be waiting for them on the inside.

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley didn't consider himself the least bit adorable. He was a terrific bad ass and hot if anything. Being 'adorable' was more in the realm of angels... which explained why Aziraphale wiggling his toes like that had come across to him as adorable.

"You've never gone to sleep?"

The question was asked in a rush of surprise as he slid the angel's jacket up over his shoulders where it, predictably, became entangled in his wings. He started on the right wing first, guiding it gently around the fabric, and smoothing down those feathers that were ruffled out of place by the jacket's passing over them.

"You've been on Earth for eons and you were never tempted to try it? Not even once?"

Then the left was given the same treatment, but much more slowly as from some reason the feathers on this side seemed far more determined to hold on.

"Or do you mean you have slept you hadn't meant to?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"And following after a trail of breadcrumbs is living?"

Whatever. He wasn't the least bit convinced. In fact he was beginning to feel the strongest urge to track down an actual Rose, the plant not the girl, and give it a good snarling at. Talking to plants, brilliant idea really, it was a wonderful way of working out life's frustrations.

"Chasing breadcrumbs didn't work out so well for Hansel and Gretel, but don't let me stop you."

He stood and jammed his hands down into his pockets, preparing to slick away... as you do when you are a snake with troubles.

[funnylittleclown]

"Oh, my word!"

Far from sounding impressed he looked worried.

"People aren't meant to do that."

It tended to be fatal. Though he didn't say that his brow furrowed and he looked to her eyes, which he suddenly recalled had been glowing oddly earlier. He hadn't known the reason then but now? Now he was terrified for her.

"How are you feeling?"

[funnylittleclown]

"Of course it's bad! If it weren't bad would we be up to our eyebrows in bubbles?"

Did that much really need to be spelled out for the fussy haired young man! Actually it occurred to him that with both doors closed to prevent trouser dog from escaping and the machine over producing these copious amount of suds they might well have been in danger of drowning in them.

"Keep trying!"

The Doctor shouted over his shoulder as he tried to find and pry open the closed door behind him, not an easy thing to do at all when the bubbles were so deep they were well over your head. Oh to be two inches taller!

"Or the knob, on the machine itself! See if you can switch it off!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Oh that is unpleasant." He doesn't like the jacket sliding over his wings and it's difficult to stay still, especially when Crowley is smoothing out his feathers, the contact making his wings twitch. It's so close. So intimate. Though he prefers it to the rumpled feel of bent and ruffled feathers.

"No not really. Well, not on purpose. Well-- not that I remember." Closing ones eyes and waking up in a slightly different place is hardly sleep exactly. It's more like a bad decision. "Evil never sleeps so Good must be constantly vigilant." He sighs in relief as his other wing is slowly freed, that feels much better. Though he still has a shirt and a vest to go and he never realized there would be a drawback to so many layers.

"It's a pity good didn't realize you were such a reprobate," he says, turning to give Crowley a far fonder smile than he meant to.