[ He'd just been walking by the pool when it happened, a tsunami in a hotel, really, could this day get any worse? He was just trying to find his shoes and maybe how to get home after, and now he was sopping wet and absolutely none of his magic appeared to operational.
His wings, usually hidden in his body, were drawn and dripping wet in a way they hadn't been since the very first rain. Embarrassing. ]
My watch! Oh, it'll be ruined!
[ He digs out an old-looking watch and tries to shake it dry, looking rather distraught. ]
III. Eat Me, Drink Me
[ Aziraphale is nothing if not polite, and wouldn't say no to a treat offered by his hosts. He could use something to drink anyway, after finally getting dry and sorting that thing out with his beloved timepiece. Still with his shoes and socks nowhere to be found, he finds the fruit waters pleasant enough, and keeps coming back for more servings.
That is, until he realizes that the table appears to be getting taller and taller. And hey, so does the guy behind the counter.
In fact, soon enough, only the tip-tops of Aziraphale's curls can be made out over the table if he stands right up next to it. Oh no, that won't do. He starts off at a brisk walk and then an awkward jog towards the elevators, steadily shrinking as he goes. ]
Excuse me-- hello, yes, hi, could you please help me? I can't seem to reach the elevator button and I'd really like to lodge a complaint with the front desk.
III. @qtangel
Aziraphale Happy Hearts Casino and Hotel ?
MAYDAY. KIDNAPPED. UNSURE OF LOCATION. SEND HELP AT ONCE. BRING SLIPPERS.
aziraphale | good omens | ota
II. Making Waves
[ He'd just been walking by the pool when it happened, a tsunami in a hotel, really, could this day get any worse? He was just trying to find his shoes and maybe how to get home after, and now he was sopping wet and absolutely none of his magic appeared to operational.
His wings, usually hidden in his body, were drawn and dripping wet in a way they hadn't been since the very first rain. Embarrassing. ]
My watch! Oh, it'll be ruined!
[ He digs out an old-looking watch and tries to shake it dry, looking rather distraught. ]
III. Eat Me, Drink Me
[ Aziraphale is nothing if not polite, and wouldn't say no to a treat offered by his hosts. He could use something to drink anyway, after finally getting dry and sorting that thing out with his beloved timepiece. Still with his shoes and socks nowhere to be found, he finds the fruit waters pleasant enough, and keeps coming back for more servings.
That is, until he realizes that the table appears to be getting taller and taller. And hey, so does the guy behind the counter.
In fact, soon enough, only the tip-tops of Aziraphale's curls can be made out over the table if he stands right up next to it. Oh no, that won't do. He starts off at a brisk walk and then an awkward jog towards the elevators, steadily shrinking as he goes. ]
Excuse me-- hello, yes, hi, could you please help me? I can't seem to reach the elevator button and I'd really like to lodge a complaint with the front desk.
III. @qtangel
Aziraphale
Happy Hearts Casino and Hotel
?
MAYDAY. KIDNAPPED. UNSURE OF LOCATION. SEND HELP AT ONCE. BRING SLIPPERS.
M. Tracy or Sgt. Shadwell
14 Bridle Lane
London