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Aziraphale (An Angel) ([info]monkeyson_n2o) wrote in [info]freedomtownic,
@ 2019-06-11 15:38:00

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Entry tags:~aziraphale (monkeyson_n2o), ~ben organa-solo (jediprince), ~jocelyn fairchild (hidthetruth)

Who: Aziraphale (open, multiple threads welcome)
Where: Aziraphale's bookshop
When: Now
What: Opening the shop
Rating: Low


It hadn't been hard to find an empty storefront that fit his aesthetic sensibilities, and use his particular abilities to make sure he got it, and then another, larger miracle to fill it with books he adored from Earth, but he kept some shelves free to house the books he hoped to discover after some searching on this world. New books! He couldn't be happier at the thought.

Today, he flipped the sign to open for the first time and settled in for the afternoon, making a cup of tea and sitting in a comfortable chair with a book. If someone came in, ah well, if not, he had all the time in the world to enjoy himself.



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[info]monkeyson_n2o
2019-06-19 06:28 pm UTC (link)
"Well, I'll certainly keep that in mind, and if I find it I'll contact you. Let me write down your name," he said, rummaging for a pen and paper. He scrawled Force on it then glanced at the boy. "What was your name? I don't believe I remembered to ask."

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