001 // waitin' for the hammer to fall

[principality]

Who: Aziraphale
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide!
Action: Marsiva!
When: 2/20, afternoon

[He looks confused. Absolutely befuddled. He doesn't seem to know the communicator is broadcasting, either.]

-dreadful, absolutely dreadful! This is clearly not Earth, and I can't call up the higher-ups to ask them...

[He looks down, and gasps a little.]

Oh! OH! Good afternoon? Evening? Perhaps even morning? Greetings. I am a...er...previous resident of Earth- A. Ziraphale. And I would appreciate, er, directions back...to Earth...

That is, if this reaches anyone? Hello? Oh, bugger.

Comments

[onlyanapple]

No nephilim yet. I checked for the creepy buggers already. We have a few demons, but they're not our sort of demon.

[Not that Crowley is really their sort of demon, either but still. ]

Most of them are a mish-mash of all sorts, from different worlds. We've got elves, a dwarf, whatever the fuck Tek is. Lots of things.

[principality]

...elves? Er...

[That is different.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley, rather racistly, puts his index fingers on either side of his ears. ]

Yeah, you know, elves.

[principality]

...heavens. Were those, I mean, were they umm...accounted for, in The Plan?

[onlyanapple]

I think we can safely say we're currently moving off The Plan.