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[theboogieman]

Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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[principality]

[There were...problems. Namely that Aziraphale had found no less than three hand-lettered and illuminated guides to "Wild-Caught Tubers" and two guides that detailed medical techniques that caused him to turn the books sideways and upside down to try and decipher the illustrations (he could have done without some of those, especially the bunyon removal diagram).

But there were no Bibles. And certainly he would have liked to get his divine but still Earthly hands on a Bible from outer space. That might even trump the Breeches Bible or the "Twelve Pestles" Bible, or even the "Bugger Alle This" as his favorite.

Instead, he had purchased himself a cloak with a wide hood and fur trim, fur undoubtedly from some odd species of musteline.

And so he made his way to the garden, because he always found himself drawn to them when books and duck ponds were not on the docket.

He settled down on a bench, gathering up his cloak, and peered at the man on the bench next to him. Was he sleeping? Was he dead? Oh, how dreadful if he was.

Aziraphale reached out and gave him a gentle jab with his index finger.]

[forcemageure]

[ Given Hawke's general lifestyle and also tendency to mouth off to people like, seven feet tall with horns and spears the size of redwoods, he has gotten into the habit of becoming aware when people enter his space. That and divine provenance, which is to say someone out there watches over the innocent, the incredibly drunk, and the ridiculous, are the only reasons he's still alive.

....wait. Shit.

ANYWAY, he realizes Aziraphale is there when he sits down, and so doesn't actually open any eyes (uh, the other options being like, one, or two, or somewhere in between; he only has the normal number unlike some spiders he could name) in response to the gentle prod. ]

Maker's breath, I hope you're not a pickpocket. If that's the case you've got a lot to learn, my friend.