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Angel.

Angeeeeeeeel.

Angel Angel Angel.

Can we decorate the bookshop and have a Halloween party there???

[Filtered to Addie]

Hey kid. Don't want to be the one to tell you this, but it looks like Eliza is gone again.

[Not Filtered (after he talks to Addie cause he's a demon, not a jerk)]

Someone come drink copious amounts of numbing alcohol with me.

If my calendars are correct and my millenia are in order, I believe there is need for a bit of celebration. Most importantly, a magic show or three!

I know I’m new here, but what if we took advantage of the outrageous strawberry theme and made it a party?

Strawberry pizza
Strawberry Tarts
Strawberry Lemonade
Deviled Strawberries
Strawberry Margaritas!

Yes/Maybe/Katie, that’s MAD?

Should it be needed, a warm base has been created for those who have ventured out of the forest. You will find whatever you may need upon entering, so please do not hesitate to make yourself comfortable. If you are needing something, I am more than happy to help and I'm sure Crowley will as well.

I had an old-fashioned toy back home.  I think it was called a jump-it or a skip-it.  It was like a cord, with a loop on one end and a ball on the other.   The loop would go around your ankle and you'd swing your leg and hop over the cord with your other foot.

I've been having dreams that start out with that toy.  Then the toy turns invisible and I can't get it off my foot.   It felt like there's something much bigger than a ball on the other end too.

I think they're shine dreams, the ones that are visions. I'm not sure what they mean yet. Look out for skip-it toys, I guess. 

Lounging around the shop has been fun and all but my four layers and I probably need to find actual work now that I've got a sproglet to support again.

I guess we're sticking around.

[Sometimes later in the evening]



Mama. I was with uncle Klaus and uncle Diego and I went into the store in the wrong door and she got made because I was holding uncle Klaus hand. And she said that I was dirty and she spit in my hair and uncle Klaus and uncle Diego got really mad and she called uncle Diego some really bad names

and then a man hit uncle Diego and they got in a fight and the cops came and uncle Klaus told me to go and he had a ghost walk me home and now uncle Klaus and uncle Diego aren't answering their phones.

THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!

This is not fun at all.

Crepes and wine?

Now that we're on this side of Thanksgiving, I'm ready for Christmas. But this? This is ridiculous.

Are you there, God? It's me, MJ. This isn't what I meant by dreaming of a white Christmas.

NO.

NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT.

I AM GOING TO GO HIDE UNDER 39 BLANKETS. FUCK. THIS.

Don't forget, we're hosting a Halloween party this Sunday evening at Parker's Pasta Palace! And by we I mostly mean May but I'm making sure we have the good candy and hanging decorations that are NOT super sticky webbing in hard to reach places and I'm sure Happy and Harley and I will get roped into heavy lifting.

Costumes are not required but are strongly encouraged!

If you're taking the little ones Trick or Treating, you can always come by after!

Greetings and Salutations!

I am very pleased to be here. My name is Aziraphale and I am a very good friend of Mr. Crowley's, as I have learned many of you call him here.

Should you find yourself in need of anything, I am certainly happy and inclined to help.

[Everyone except Morgan, Karen and Claire]

I know it is Halloween on a weird island, but the kids deserve to go trick or treating.

I will never take the sun for granted again. Who wants to go to the beach with me?

If anyone needs specific flowers for this upcoming holiday, let me know? I can coax things along!

Before anyone asks me?

No.

I will not play Cupid for you.

Unless it's a paying gig. Then I might consider it.

I am without purpose.

I am not yet strong enough to pull the fraying edges of reality and time back together, but I do not think I will be able to gather that power while I am here. The Immaterium is thin, and there is only so far I can travel...

The incarnation of me that lives here normally.... do you trust him? Has he told you of the power he holds in that tome? Has he told you of Morningstar, and the blood on his hands? Do you know what I am meant to beco

I cannot find my Father. I cannot reach far enough. He could repair this place before it crumbles, but I cannot reach Him.