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WHO: Aziraphale and John Crichton
WHAT: Exploring the town a bit more
WHERE: Around Town
WHEN: Today


Starklandia was a strangely quaint sort of place, just as Crowley had said it was. And with no manner of escape seemed to be working, and Aziraphale had tried again and again - despite their attempts on the night of their arrival. Perhaps it had been due to the time of day, or the location, so he'd been exploring a little, finding the edges of the town much closer than was comfortable in every direction.

And despite getting a better idea of what there was, and more specifically what there wasn't, Aziraphale had not found the exit he'd hoped for. It was shaping up to be a real tragedy, the kind they'd write about in the Bible truth be told. He had so loved the Apostles, they'd all been rather charming, even if their words had been twisted and changed in the years since they'd walked the earth. He could just picture Luke's outrage at finding himself in a place like this though.

He considered trying to contact heaven. Not even certain that he would receive an answer, and even less certain that he'd like the one he got - but he wasn't quite that desperate yet. So instead he was poking around again.

Though nothing seemed to have changed since his last turn around the town. Except.

"Hello, to you good fellow." Aziraphale raised a hand in greeting a smile on his face. It never hurt to try and make friends. Or at least some manner of contact. He wasn't certain things had gone all that well when he'd attempted the same at the dance days earlier. But there were less distractions here now than there had been that night.