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TEXT. @HK

[catholicisms]

( Matt has really tried to keep his thoughts to himself since arrival. there's not a priest to speak of, here, no apparent guiding light in the dark unknown that purgatory represents. Matt isn't sure if that's because it is a path he needs to forge on his own, or because this isn't purgatory at all. he doesn't like considering the latter.

he's been trying. he really has. that said, after more than a month, his sins have been burning a hole through his thoughts, from keeping them penned up in his head. Lantom isn't here, but Aziraphale might be something close. and so here he is, testing the waters. )

Do you take confession?

i'm not remotely catholic pls lmk if this is totally incorrect

[lunchbreaks]

[ Well... that's certainly not something he's ever been asked. ]

Dear Matt,
I suppose I could. I don't feel the connection with God here as I do on Earth, so I'm afraid it may be difficult to speak in persona Christi, but I will try for you.
Yours,
Aziraphale.

gatcha

[sauntered_downward]

Got another riddle.

Look in my face, I am somebody; Look in my back, I am nobody.

What am I?

[lunchbreaks]

Crowley,
Try not to bring home a child this time.

I am shining, polished and fine.
I fit in your hand, and show the passage of time.
Or handsome and silver, I could sit on your wall
Do refrain from asking the fairest of them all.

Sincerely,
Aziraphale.

@regina

[itselbitch]

hi as someone who has nothing better to do than look through the directory right now

you have the best username in the directory

just so you know

whoever you are

[lunchbreaks]

Dear Regina,
Thank you very much! I had anticipated to use my full name, but unfortunately it cut me short.

You have a lovely name as well. Did you know that it is Latin for queen?
Yours,
Aziraphale.

@SuprNerd | Private

[moderatelymaladjusted]

You! You crashed the ferry

[lunchbreaks]

Dearest SuprNerd,
Yes. I am very terribly sorry. If you or anyone you know is hurt, please let me know and I can come right away.

I have also been trying with very little success to retrieve supplies from the crash if you are waiting for anything.
Sincerely,
Aziraphale.

[equinoctials]

A box shows up at the door of the abode of a certain found family trio. Inside are a bunch of walnut-sized balls coated in chocolate. If they're left out in the cold, they'll be tough to chew, but once room temperature they're somewhat soft and chewy, crushed nuts rolled in caramel.

A piece of paper has been folded up and tucked inside.

"Thanks for the scarf.
This is embarrassing, ever since you shared some of that dessert thing a while back, I've been trying to get the hang of this. These were supposed to be cookies. Guess I gotta long way to go.
At least they're tasty.
-Riku"

They're definitely not cookies, these are what you call a delicious cookie fail.

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale happily eats these. They are very delicious, and if Riku hadn't told him they were supposed to be chocolate, he would have just assumed they were some sort of truffle. ]

IN PERSON

[sauntered_downward]

[Left on Aziraphale's side of the bed is a small, rectangular package wrapped in all black with a red ribbon. The tag says "For you. -C." Next to the package is a clean shoe, which contains a bunch of homemade sweets, marshmallows, graham crackers, and several experimental hot cocoa recipes, including peppermint, chili, and others.

Inside the package is a small journal, into which Crowley has transcribed dozens of his own personal poems (with the dates they were originally written on top), written in ancient Enochian, for privacy's sake. Some are about Earth, being annoyed at work, or other things. Most of them are most definitely about Aziraphale. Some are ancient, some are sonnets, others are more beatnik, depending on when they were written.

On the front page is written: "For you. First edition. Share this with anyone and I'll discorporate you on the spot. Love, C" ]

Re: IN PERSON

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale is in the middle of eating a lolly when he opens up the book and starts to read it.

It takes him precisely one-quarter into the first poem to get misty-eyed, and he wipes his tears on the back of his hand as he finishes, careful not to get it on the book. Hugging it to his chest, he goes to find Crowley to thank him with a kiss that tastes of peppermint and sugar.

Happy Christmas indeed! ]

[reigniter]

[Ignis couldn't deliver this too early or too late, because it would spoil. He prides himself in his baking and so it is this time as well.

There's a box on Aziraphale's porch, white with a blue bow on it. It contains around 12 mini berry tarts, prepared that same day so they are very fresh, and with a note on it.]

"Happy Holidays. Share with your loved ones and enjoy your evening.
P.S. Box is not to be shaken"

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale might or might not share these instead of eating all of them, but he is very grateful.

And he'll at least offer some to his household and hope they don't take him up on it... ]

[featherknives]

[Xayah wishes she had more time to prepare her gift, but she had to use what she had on hand. A package on the door that reads 'Aziraphale' contains a simple, but pretty white dreamcatcher. She wanted to make a purple one but... that's more her color. The note says 'Merry Christmas, -Xayah" in a bit of a scrawly handwriting.]

[lunchbreaks]

[ It's beautiful and he'll proudly hang it up over his bed. ]

A GIFT FOR THE HOLIDAYS. (THE 25TH.)

[sunborne]

A small notebook that’s been filled with cute doodles of flowers and scenic landscapes from Daylight's world. Now and then the pages are peppered with seems to be inspirational quotes from his world as well, focusing on the importance of hope and graces for those who are ‘bright-hearted’ and ‘haloed with good intentions’ and so on. The penmanship is surprisingly pretty: A flowing and elegant script that must have been a pay to be consistent for the entire writing.

‘For the nicest soul.’ is dedicated at the very start of the page when Aziraphale opens it.

Re: A GIFT FOR THE HOLIDAYS. (THE 25TH.)

[lunchbreaks]

Oh. He likes that very much. He looks through all of them and then puts the book on his shelf, smiling every time he sees it.

Backdated to the 25th

[luxoraculi]

[ On the morning of the 25th, Aziraphale will find a pale blue tin sitting, awaiting to be opened. Inside are eight homemade pastries, and tucked inside is a note with Lunafreya's obscenely neat handwriting scrawled on it. The note simply says,

'To my dear friend Aziraphale. This particular holiday is not one I have heard of before, but it shares a great similarity with a winter solstice holiday from home. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend! I pray that these treats find you in good spirits and health, and that you enjoy them.

Yours,
Lunafreya'

Re: Backdated to the 25th

[lunchbreaks]

[ His friends know him so well and though he shares a few with his household, he ends up eating most of it for himself and he enjoys them very much. ]

[inthenightmods]

The next time Aziraphale visits the post office, the Postmaster General will hand him a letter!

"A letter, written on high quality stationary and in a flowing French script. "Je vous remercie pour le mouchoir," it says, and is signed Javert. There is also a recipe card enclosed, written in the same handwriting, with instructions on how to make French onion soup."

[inthenightmods]

The next time Aziraphale visits the post office, the Postmaster General will hand him a letter from Cao Pi!

"A delightful letter containing several sheets of paper covered in his fluid Chinese writing. Four different poems, one about nature, one about grief and loss, the rest about rather esoteric contemplation. All are in his own nine-line style which can only truly be appreciated when read in the original language. The only note enclosed with them says "As we discussed. I should like to hear your critique."

Text -- backdated to Christmas

[notthatjason]

[Attached is a picture taken just outside the church. It's a small army of tiny snowmen (no taller than 5-10 inches) or perhaps more accurately snow sigillaria. If you look, each snowman has an initial on its belly to correspond to the people Jason considers himself close to. Written in the snow are the words: Happy Saturnalia & Merry Christmas.

He couldn't find enough gifts for everyone he wanted to, so he sculpted these an sent out a sort of Christmas card instead. Of course, the snowmen are still there in person for the foreseeable future.]

Re: Text -- backdated to Christmas

[lunchbreaks]

Dearest Jason,
What creative sigillaria! Thank you very much, I shall have to make you one as well. Io, Saturnalia!
Yours,
Aziraphale.

Post office box, after the letter (and certainly after the current event)

[callada]

[Folded in half in Aziraphale's box, with a tea stain and handwriting not even half as pretty (but still readable, for penmanship is an important skill) is a letter in reply to the first. Which reads:

Dear Aziraphale,
Thank you for the letter! I would happily make time whenever is convenient for you. Shall we meet in the library? Or if you prefer elsewhere, simply say where and when.

Yours,
Rosinante.]

POST OFFICE

[lunchbreaks]

[ A response reads,

Rosinante,
The library sounds excellent. How is Thursday afternoon at three?
Sincerely,
Aziraphale

Text @ SuprNerd

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Quentin fucking loves those letters. They remind him of Fillory and home, and of things that he just can't have anymore but trying to write one back, he's stumped.

There's a pile of crumbled-up notes on the couch as a testament to this and finally, he gives up and pulls his tablet out. Not because writing it here is any easier, but because the light in his lantern isn't changing back and the blood-red light that seeps from it looks malicious.

Also, the tentacles keep grabbing for the pencil, and the text comes half an hour after the letter is dropped by the cabin.]

Hey. Sorry about this and I don't want to worry you. But my lantern is broken and I don't think I have that much time left. Writing you here is faster.

My lantern is broken, and I can't fix it. I think it's falling apart and I think this means I'm dying. It's okay. I just don't want strangers going through my things and the ring is-- was. It was for Eliot and I never got to say goodbye, so. If you'll find it and bury it? Somewhere pretty?

I left it on the bed, along with the only thing I brought from home.

Thank you.

Q

Re: Text @ SuprNerd

[lunchbreaks]

Dear Quentin,
I hope you pull through all right. If you die, I will be sure to bury the ring somewhere and mark it so that you should be able to retrieve it in the case that you both return.

I am so sorry - is there really nothing I can do for you?

If you are in pain, I could perhaps at least help you ease it.
Your friend,
Aziraphale.

[cawdad]

[Set on Aziraphale's doorstep is a small package! Inside, there's a short note:]

Hello. I am Rastus. Thank you for the letter. The ink is nice. Your language is nice. The loops are nice. It is like a painting. I will take care of it.

[There's an indecipherable signature at the bottom. Also inside the package: knitted cozies for Aziraphale's pen and ink jars! That's probably a thing he needs.]

( feb 9: text. )

[sunborne]

Hi Mr. Aziraphale.

I hope this isn't a weird thing to bring up after all this time but I know you shared the mine visions with Molly and another person. It's why I wanted to reach out to you and inform you of something I believe you have the right to know.

If you can reply back soon, however you want to, that'll be great.

Thank you,
Daylight.

Re: ( feb 9: text. )

[lunchbreaks]

Dearest Daylight,
Yes, Goro Akechi and I both envisioned the mines with Molly. Has he found them? I believe he received GPS coordinates from last Night Market that he was trying to interpret; if you are planning to go with him, I must warn you of the dangers in the mines!
Your friend,
Aziraphale.

happy valentine's day!

[uplifters]

[ Hopefully Aziraphale likes cookies, because Clark leaves some simple, homemade ones for him, wrapped up in wax paper, sealed with a heart-shaped piece of tape, and holding a note:

Dear Aziraphale,

You have a real bright spirit about you. Thanks for sharing it with me and helping me find the piano!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Best,
Clark ]

Kitchen Island at the cabin!

[arsarcanum]

[ This will be left on Aziraphale's kitchen counter after Sora packs up the last of the chocolates and leaves. Two small paper packets, one addressed to Crowley, one addressed to Aziraphale. Each have three heart shaped chocolates inside, each with its own filling. The packaging on each says, "Happy Valentine's Day! From, Sora."

No other explanation than that. Enjoy your chocolates, Aziraphale! ]

a few days later!!

[lunchbreaks]

[ Underneath Sora's door is a letter and by it is little parchment bags folded in origami into stars and a bundle of fresh herbs. The letter reads:

Dearest Sora
I very much enjoyed the chocolates for Valentine's day. Crowley is still asleep, but I'm sure he appreciates it all the same. Enclosed, please find some tea from me and some herbs from Crowley's garden!
Your friend,
Aziraphale ]

???

[inthenightmods]

On Friday, when Aziraphale returns home from the races, he'll notice that a few books of his are missing! So is a potted plant. There's no sign of a break-in, but perhaps he'll notice one of the windows is propped open with a large, sturdy stick. There's also, alas, a trail of dirt, suggesting that whoever slipped in and out wasn't that careful with the plant.

Re: ???

[lunchbreaks]

What nerve! He takes the stick out of the window and notices the trail of dirt, deciding to lock up properly and follow it to see if he can suss out who has stolen Crowley's plant and several books he was in the middle of reading!

[inthenightmods]

[The next time Aziraphale makes his way to the post office, the Postmaster General will excitedly hand him a letter! It's addressed to him! How exciting! There's even a small package attached!!!]

Dear Aziraphale

Many thanks for taking the time to write to me. I must say, your handwriting is impeccable. It is almost as lovely as your gift. Thank you for that, as well. I will treasure it.

However, the thoughtfulness of the gift makes me further regret having to deliver some disappointing news. Although I am capable of creating new portals to other worlds, even now, I hesitate to do so for fear of infecting others with our curse. Should we find a way to truly rid ourselves of the World Eaters, I would have no qualms whatever with attempting to send all of you back to your home, but I fear it will not be that simple.

My portals have no bearing on life or death. They cannot reverse death, and thus a dead entity transported into the land of the living would have disastrous consequences. Should I attempt to send any of you home in your current state, you would arrive as a corpse.

This is not to say we have exhausted all possible avenues of returning everyone to their lives properly; I believe there may be a solution to accomplish this, but at the present moment I am utterly lost as to what that solution may be. I assure you that I will continue to work on the matter, but I do not want to mislead you and get your hopes up, so to speak.

I am heartened by your pledge, and I must assure you that I intend to make my presence known to the town at large as soon as I am able. There are some preparations I must make first. You shall be hearing from me soon, and in the meanwhile, stay safe.

Best,

Dr. Maridel Solis

[Inside of the package, Aziraphale will find a glowing blue rock that fits nicely into the palm of his hand. The attached instructions explain that this is called a hearthstone, and if rubbed between his hands, it will teleport Aziraphale (and only Aziraphale) to his place of residence from anywhere in Beacon! Cool!

But there's a catch: the stone can only be used once before the charge runs out and it stops glowing. It can be recharged, the instructions say, but it doesn't say how.]