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Aziraphale (softangel) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-08-30 19:51:00

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anthony j crowley, aziraphale

WHO: Aziraphale, Crowley, and the flamingos
WHAT: Saving an endangered species
WHERE: Around town
WHEN: Today

This town was interesting to say the least, far too small for his tastes, even as a being who spent rather a lot of his time in his book shop and no where else back home, it was too small for Aziraphale. The doors were proving to be a valuable asset to the town but at the same time they were not the answer he had hoped they might be when he and Crowley had first investigated them.

They were necessary of course, he saw that as groups brought back goods, he had even begun gathering things when he'd gone through, rebuilding his book collection with new and interesting finds all the while hoping he'd come upon the answer that would send both him and Crowley back where they belonged. But that had not seemed to be the case just yet, so he was making the most of what they had here.

And what they had here were flamingos. He'd always liked them, charming birds really. They weren't ducks but considering their options well they were a decent fill in. Only apparently they were in danger of being eaten. He'd heeded the warning that there was some beast in town that might single them out and he'd made sure to make the birds able to avoid that particular fate. He hadn't thought he'd need to worry about the citizens, who would eat a flamingo. And then of course, he'd been wrong about that.

"I wonder if I might trouble you for a bit of your time." There was only one person in town that he'd have trusted for something like this. "Have you heard? They're eating the flamingos."

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_crowley_
2019-08-31 02:16 am UTC (link)

This place was equal parts too small and too quiet for Crowley's tastes. He missed his car more than most anything, and the inexplicable way that it turned all things cassette tape into the Very Best of Queen. Well. He missed his Queen tapes, too. Not to mention his plants were probably dead which was just infuriating really.

But there were a few things he did like. Sort of. Like, the fact that they had nothing but time on their hands here. It might have been an odd thought, particularly for two beings that were well into their thousands, but frankly they had just come off the tail end of counting down the days until the world was over. So.... this wasn't bad, per say. Crowley had taken up lounging on his bed, paging through Aziraphale's new growing book collection. It wasn't very impressive but it was more than he'd read in a long while now.

He glanced up from the pages, eyebrows lifting at Aziraphale. "The flamingos? Really? Seems like they'd be a bit on the side of too boney to bother." But apparently there was some bother, judging from the Angel's expression. "And also is a ....disgrace?" He guessed.

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softangel
2019-08-31 04:17 am UTC (link)

"One might think," Aziraphale agreed, he hadn't even thought to worry past the beast he'd been warned about, and yet it was now known that one had slaughtered and eaten one of the poor birds. "They can't have tasted good either." He tutted, because that mattered too, if you were going to the trouble of eating a bird without much meat on it's bones it ought to have tasted absolutely sublime. And he was quite certain that had not been the case.

Crowley for his part at least managed to guess at a little of what Aziraphale was trying to get across with his question. "Yes, a disgrace," He agreed firmly, "Those poor creatures held captive in Las Vegas," pronouncing each part of the city's name with just enough disdain to make his feelings about it known, though really he didn't care quite that much, and certainly in no heavenly capacity any longer, and yet - there had been a kind of cruelty at work there in the case of the flamingos that he could not stand even as his own sort of being now.

"And they were brought here for god knows what reason," He would not begin to guess what had possessed some of their fellow towns folk to bring the birds back, "Only to end up as food here? It's unacceptable, entirely unacceptable." He tutted, it was a small thing to be bothered over, he knew of course there were larger things that could have bothered him more, maybe even should have but here in this place, away from the world they'd known, this was where his attentions had been focused.