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voidtreckerexpress2021-03-09 04:55 pm
salutosinedelectat) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-03-09 04:55 pm
Open catch-all
Who: Aziraphale and literally anyone
Where: Several places, listed in prompts
When: Kazoo 1 - 5
What: Free food! Gross rotten eggs! Books! Music! A bunch of low-key shenanigans before the train makes another stop.
Warnings: Hope you like rotten wobbledog eggs. He sure doesn't.
I. Kitchen/dining coach (Kazoo 1, after the train leaves the station)
Another day, another new batch of passengers. The angel does step out of the train for a short while, as usual, stretching his legs and taking in the moderately fresh air of a crowded, stuffy train station. Long enough to observe the now familiar waves of confusion and panic from the majority of the newcomers, and the eerie, stoic, unstoppable silence of those that depart the station. The usual.
Shortly before the train departs, he steps back inside and meanders his way to the kitchen, one of his more common spots. Giving the new recipe list a once-over, he figures he could pass the time with some baking. He does feel a tad peckish, and something chocolaty should fix that right up.
As he goes about his baking endeavors - never mind the one or two ingredients that certainly aren't listed on this month's list -, he considers the fact that others might find comfort in some treats themselves, specially those who find themselves in an entirely new setting.
Cut to a few hours later, with the smell of fresh baked good permeating not just the kitchen coach, but also the dining room, where any passenger can find an assortment of artfully displayed baked goods left out for anyone who wishes to partake in them. If they arrive at the right time, they might even find the angel placing a neatly written and rather polite note on the table, encouraging anyone to feel free to enjoy the cakes and tea at their leasure.
II.Cinema/greenhouse (featuring Ferdinand the wobbledog)
"Oh, you--dastardly little creature. You should know by now that the cinema room is no place for your--your- putrid leavings."
Anyone unfortunate enough to make their way into or through the cinema car at the right time, will find their nose assaulted by the smell of very, very rotten eggs. If they don't immediately vacate the coach in an attempt to get away from it, they might trace the smell to whatever the angel is holding inside a rather thick handkerchief, which he's careful to only hang from the tip of his fingers and at a full arm's length. And following right behind him is the small shambling technicolor odddity that is what no one knows to call a wobbledog.
"Honestly, I don't understand how you keep slipping your way in here. Aren't you much happier in the garden? Certainly would be doing us all a favor and sparing us from-- this."
Aziraphale steps out into the greenhouse car, Ferdinand right at his heels, tongue eternally hanging out of his mouth in a clueless, dimwitted panting.
The angel scoffs, looking around for some closer spot to dispose of the terrible findings. For a moment, he considers burying it in one of the plots, but fears he might invoke the wrath of a certain demon if he dared to do so.
III. Library
A lot of his time is spent on the top floor of the library, nowadays. While it doesn't offer as much privacy as a quiet room, the room, as small as it might be, does offer the sort of reverence one would get from some of the old libraries in the major cities, and he at least likes to indulge in such aesthetics.
He still hasn't quite forgiven the fact that it appeared so empty when it first came into reality, the cruel joke of a shell of a library and the difficulty in filling it with the sort of tome that would deserve to be in such a place. That being said, he's been considering ways to begin fixing such an issue, and ways to encourage other passengers in helping along with such a task, without imposing on those that seek refuge in such a room.
That being said, he can be found by one of the tables, looking over a collection of closed journals placed in neat piles ontop of it. Right beside them, a small collection of pens.
He seems to be lost in thought, his own pen tapping idly against his chin.
IV. Wildcard/make your own prompt
For all intents and purposes, Aziraphale really isn't entirely difficult to track down - although part of it might have to do with the limited space on the train itself. Not every space is really amenable to his tastes, but whatever time is spent out of the quiet cars is often spent on the top floor of the library, or in the kitchen.
However, he can also be spotted walking along the statue garden and the greenhouse, often accompanied by one specific red-headed, clad-in-black, sunglass-wearing figure, or, when alone, taking his time to look at the same statues and plants he's seen hundreds of times by now. Every so often, in the greenhouse, he can be seen looking right out into the waving mess of colors that is the Void - but not for very long, as he does feel a distinct feeling of nausea and discomfort when he does so.
He's quite approachable, all things considered, with the gently scholarly air he has about him. Or, for those with the abilities to do so, the blatant angelic aura about him can either be just as welcoming, or entirely off-putting. Either way, he's very given to his manners.
--
Closed, for Soldat [Backdated several weeks ago, mid Jelly]
It's late in the morning when Aziraphale finds himself walking through the train with the intention of making himself some brunch. As the majority of the passengers seem to be going about their day already, he can't help but to wonder just how many more the train can pick up before they all find themselves truly out of space for moderately comfortable living. Yes, it's true that new cars seem to pop into existence every once in a while, and they seem to at least be given some choice in thematics and such, but living in an interdimensional locomotive isn't really all that it's cracked up to be.
Still, not much to do besides making sure to keep enough of a polite distance to not bump into any matter of people or even creatures on the corridors and aisles, "excuse me"s and "pardon me"s at the ready.
He's still lost in those thoughts and any matter of related topics as he begins to make some tea, and considers making himself some crumpets to go along with.
Where: Several places, listed in prompts
When: Kazoo 1 - 5
What: Free food! Gross rotten eggs! Books! Music! A bunch of low-key shenanigans before the train makes another stop.
Warnings: Hope you like rotten wobbledog eggs. He sure doesn't.
I. Kitchen/dining coach (Kazoo 1, after the train leaves the station)
Another day, another new batch of passengers. The angel does step out of the train for a short while, as usual, stretching his legs and taking in the moderately fresh air of a crowded, stuffy train station. Long enough to observe the now familiar waves of confusion and panic from the majority of the newcomers, and the eerie, stoic, unstoppable silence of those that depart the station. The usual.
Shortly before the train departs, he steps back inside and meanders his way to the kitchen, one of his more common spots. Giving the new recipe list a once-over, he figures he could pass the time with some baking. He does feel a tad peckish, and something chocolaty should fix that right up.
As he goes about his baking endeavors - never mind the one or two ingredients that certainly aren't listed on this month's list -, he considers the fact that others might find comfort in some treats themselves, specially those who find themselves in an entirely new setting.
Cut to a few hours later, with the smell of fresh baked good permeating not just the kitchen coach, but also the dining room, where any passenger can find an assortment of artfully displayed baked goods left out for anyone who wishes to partake in them. If they arrive at the right time, they might even find the angel placing a neatly written and rather polite note on the table, encouraging anyone to feel free to enjoy the cakes and tea at their leasure.
II.Cinema/greenhouse (featuring Ferdinand the wobbledog)
"Oh, you--dastardly little creature. You should know by now that the cinema room is no place for your--your- putrid leavings."
Anyone unfortunate enough to make their way into or through the cinema car at the right time, will find their nose assaulted by the smell of very, very rotten eggs. If they don't immediately vacate the coach in an attempt to get away from it, they might trace the smell to whatever the angel is holding inside a rather thick handkerchief, which he's careful to only hang from the tip of his fingers and at a full arm's length. And following right behind him is the small shambling technicolor odddity that is what no one knows to call a wobbledog.
"Honestly, I don't understand how you keep slipping your way in here. Aren't you much happier in the garden? Certainly would be doing us all a favor and sparing us from-- this."
Aziraphale steps out into the greenhouse car, Ferdinand right at his heels, tongue eternally hanging out of his mouth in a clueless, dimwitted panting.
The angel scoffs, looking around for some closer spot to dispose of the terrible findings. For a moment, he considers burying it in one of the plots, but fears he might invoke the wrath of a certain demon if he dared to do so.
III. Library
A lot of his time is spent on the top floor of the library, nowadays. While it doesn't offer as much privacy as a quiet room, the room, as small as it might be, does offer the sort of reverence one would get from some of the old libraries in the major cities, and he at least likes to indulge in such aesthetics.
He still hasn't quite forgiven the fact that it appeared so empty when it first came into reality, the cruel joke of a shell of a library and the difficulty in filling it with the sort of tome that would deserve to be in such a place. That being said, he's been considering ways to begin fixing such an issue, and ways to encourage other passengers in helping along with such a task, without imposing on those that seek refuge in such a room.
That being said, he can be found by one of the tables, looking over a collection of closed journals placed in neat piles ontop of it. Right beside them, a small collection of pens.
He seems to be lost in thought, his own pen tapping idly against his chin.
IV. Wildcard/make your own prompt
For all intents and purposes, Aziraphale really isn't entirely difficult to track down - although part of it might have to do with the limited space on the train itself. Not every space is really amenable to his tastes, but whatever time is spent out of the quiet cars is often spent on the top floor of the library, or in the kitchen.
However, he can also be spotted walking along the statue garden and the greenhouse, often accompanied by one specific red-headed, clad-in-black, sunglass-wearing figure, or, when alone, taking his time to look at the same statues and plants he's seen hundreds of times by now. Every so often, in the greenhouse, he can be seen looking right out into the waving mess of colors that is the Void - but not for very long, as he does feel a distinct feeling of nausea and discomfort when he does so.
He's quite approachable, all things considered, with the gently scholarly air he has about him. Or, for those with the abilities to do so, the blatant angelic aura about him can either be just as welcoming, or entirely off-putting. Either way, he's very given to his manners.
--
Closed, for Soldat [Backdated several weeks ago, mid Jelly]
It's late in the morning when Aziraphale finds himself walking through the train with the intention of making himself some brunch. As the majority of the passengers seem to be going about their day already, he can't help but to wonder just how many more the train can pick up before they all find themselves truly out of space for moderately comfortable living. Yes, it's true that new cars seem to pop into existence every once in a while, and they seem to at least be given some choice in thematics and such, but living in an interdimensional locomotive isn't really all that it's cracked up to be.
Still, not much to do besides making sure to keep enough of a polite distance to not bump into any matter of people or even creatures on the corridors and aisles, "excuse me"s and "pardon me"s at the ready.
He's still lost in those thoughts and any matter of related topics as he begins to make some tea, and considers making himself some crumpets to go along with.
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