InsaneJournal

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."