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[There's a tartan patterned tin box of cookies (or biscuits, depending on your culture of origin) placed open on the duvet of a hotel room. In the middle of all the shortbread, however, is a caramel colored hognose snake. The voice that speaks is male, and very British.]

Look at you. [The snake scents the air with its tongue.] Yes, I'm very glad to see you're here as well, but did you have to hitch your ride in my tin? I'm sure they have accommodations for that sort of thing, something to keep you from freezing in the bay. You needn't ruin perfectly good biscuits. I'm not sure we can find more here. Those were from home--MY home, before all this nonsense. We'll find you an enclosure and proper food in a bit; in the meantime you have a lamp, why don't you take a nap. You snakes enjoy your naps, keeps you out of trouble.

[Aziraphale's face comes into view. He appears to be a 50ish year old white male, with a cherubic face and upturned nose, and a head of pale blond curls. He looks like an angel. He's also tired; this has been a day and he has just recently arrived.]

Up to his old tricks, I see. Terribly sorry about him--somehow he always manages to hit just enough buttons to do something awful to these devices. Surprised it works at all since he seems to be powerless now. But since I have you all here:

I'm looking for someone. A, um. A friend of mine: [A smile that cannot be contained] tall, roguishly handsome and whip-thin, with red hair. Probably wearing sunglasses. He goes by the name Anthony Crowley.

If anyone should see him, would you be so kind as to let him know-- [Someone has to decide what name to use now. Mr. Fell is the default when talking to humans. Aziraphale is his name. So the choice he does make is telling, even if it's only telling to the person who it matters to.] --his Angel is looking for him. I would be ever so grateful.

[A deep breath] Right, so.

Camelot. It's changed a great deal since I last saw it.

Miss Redfield has already asked about good food, so I won't repeat her inquiries. But I would like to know if there are any good libraries or bookshops, and what if any additional resources one might provide about this world and its culture?

Thank you.

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[the image shows a darkened room with only a thin film of light. There is a dog. Or perhaps a dog like shape, though it seems more like living smoke with two blue-white glowing spheres which must be eyes. The dog like being tilts its head as if it's listening, and nearby there's a creak of the bed and a rough cough]

Hello? Aren't you a good dog. Guarding your [Master seems like the wrong word; they aren't masters of their familiars] ...partner, are you?

[Looks too pleasant to be a Hellhound. Aside from Dog, he was under the impression they were Big and Helly, which this dog isn't. There's a little nervousness and hesitation as he settles on what the dog may be.] ...Are you-- Are you a Grim?

[there is a small whine and the dog being lays down, long narrow snout between its paws. Its eyes give the suggestion of glancing up to a bed and back down at the camera.

After a moment, from the dark...a voice drifts down rough as the cough had been and obviously congested]

...Fell?

[That explains the Grim, if that's truly what it is. He gives the dog A Look--we'll have none of your ferrying souls off (or whatever Grims actually do).]

Alec! Is that you? Goodness, you sound ill. Should I go see the kitchen about some soup?

[the dog disappears in a wisp of smoke. Or perhaps it's just hiding. In any case there is a long pause]

I'm fine. [another creak of the bed] You?

Also fine. Opened the day with a ...rather dramatic fall into frigid waters. I admit for a moment I thought I'd actually...Fallen, but I see that's not the case, so. All is not lost?

Not that Falling would have been the end of the world.

And I have my memories back. That was ...unexpected.

Right... [memories... Even though it can't really be seen, he pulls the duvet up around his shoulders]

Good that you're... whatever.. again.

Anyway that's over. Don't call me Alec. Goodnight.

What? Over?
What's over?

Don't you hang up on me--!

What do you think. {his voice is muffled. He would if he knew where Fell was bloody coming from and if getting out of bed didn't make his head spin]

I am still your friend, A--Oh, whoever you are now.

What should I call you, if Alec is off the table?

No. Let's not. [that wasn't who he was. Or wasn't who he used to be? He didn't know. It was confusing. Everything was crashing together and splintering apart. So it was just easier to let it all go.]

Call me Hardy.

[He tries the name on for size as he takes his hurt, packs it away to be dealt with (or not) later, and decides that the direct approach to keeping a friendship with this stubborn bastard isn't going to work. He'll just have to find another way. It's ok. Fell's a stubborn bastard too, and he learn some persistence and charming techniques from the best.]

Hardy? As in the Hardy brothers?
Alec Hardy. Simple. Direct. Like you. I quite like it, actually.

Oh shut up. As if I had any choice. And stop trying to be friendly [another deep cough] I hate it and it won't work.

[He's silent for a moment. Won't work, right. Is Alec, er... Hardy, going to deny the last however many months? It seemed to work just fine.]

Would you rather I be snippy with you?

You could just not talk to me altogether.

[he doubts it will work but he may as well try]

Alec- Hardy, please. I don't know if Crowley's here--don't make me lose you both.

Training grounds provide libraries that contain some knowledge of the magics we have. I have been here for a month so I didn't have time to go through everything. [...yet.] I find that to be a good starting point, even if one looks only for leisure literature.

Edited 2020-12-10 10:02 (UTC)

Thank you, I appreciate the information.

You've only been here a month, you say? Would you happen to have any idea who has been here the longest? Or how long has been the longest stay so far?

I am glad I could help.

Unfortunately, I do not know. Without counting the denizens of this place, my group is the first to arrive after the anomaly happened. [Time-freezing anomaly.] Seeing that there are more people that arrived the same way we did, I can only guess there are more to come in the future.

Hope you don't mind me stalking your own replies.

I was going to ask about libraries, but figured I was already asking enough.
It'd be good to learn local history I think.

[it's the Crowley that strikes him. It's familiar but not. It used to be applied to him, but it isn't. That world... didn't exist any more if ever it did. He almost missed it, the family, suffocating as it was.

But it was what it was and it was healthier to let the fantasy go]

Stop being melodramatic. You never had me to begin with.

[ There was no word that quite pegged that heart twisting feeling of waking up alone, mid-air and plummeting down alone into a frozen world. It hadn't been his first swan dive but at least this time he wouldn't be alone for very long. Fell was here! Thank-- whoever.

He nearly spoke up to make some sort of snide comment about snakes dreaming up trouble while they were sleeping not staying out of it, but he was glad he waited. Those next few lines told him everything he needed to know about their new situation. If Fell still had all of his memories, if they were still... close. He felt like jumping up and giving this new world a war hoop, but managed only to avoid replying until his goofy love-struck smile was under control. There, deep breath, be cool, mysterious... got it. ]

Angel.

I'm here. Just outside of town actually. The carriage I was in tossed a wheel on the way in. It's fine... no one was hurt. Just delayed things while they had to swap tires.

[ Wheels. He ought to have said wheels, but his New York was showing. ]

Where are you? I'll come to you as soon as we get moving again.

Oh, so this is a very new phenomenon. I can only hope he'll show up in the future then, if he isn't already here.

Thank you again. Not to be a bother, but since you mentioned the training grounds, any tips on mastering magic? What's your type of magic?

That's quite fine. More the merrier.
There are too many things we'd like to know and not enough space to ask them all politely.

I quite agree, about learning local history. What better way to understand a people than to understand where they came from, right?

[He's had a very trying day and he's getting short-tempered.]

I am NOT being melodramatic--and even if I were, that doesn't discredit anything!

We were friends, Hardy. I know you always liked to say we weren't, but we were, we are and that doesn't go away overnight just because we both recall other lives. That reality still is very much a part of us--and I won't have you say it wasn't.

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