16. dreams

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[It was said that evil never slept and good was ever-vigilant, but really there were quite a few agents on both sides of the fence that wouldn't refuse a well-earned nap. Aziraphale was certainly one of them, and when he retired to that evening it was to a particularly pleasant dream.

It was a Tuesday, which was the first point in its favour. Aziraphale had always liked Tuesdays, he thought of them as the quiet and unassuming day that never garishly drew attention to itself like Friday or Saturday, wasn't too businesslike such as Sunday (which was business day for angels) or Monday. Nor was it Wednesday which always seemed a little smug in its position as the center of the week, and the less said about Thursday the better.

The second rather pleasant discovery was that the year was 1997, which was remembered fondly as the year Wildlife on One, with David Attenborough first began showing on the television.

The final, and certainly deciding factor in how good this dream was, was undoubtably that on this particular Tuesday afternoon in 1997, Aziraphale had made his best cup of tea of all his life. He had never been able to quite replicate the lovely blend of tea and milk, although he had spent years trying.

Sinking into an armchair by a blazing fireplace, like any self-respecting Englishman, he sipped said cup of tea and turned on the television to the dulcet tones of Sir Attenborough.]

Ah. Perfect.

[Perfect, except for the serpent who'd just wandered in like he owned the place. Crowley sauntered over to the chair that was 'his' by default and miracled up a bottle of wine]

What're we watching?

[ooc: Open. This is for Crowley and Aziraphale, please feel free to tag both as they're together. Stops spamming now]

Comments

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Wildlife on One.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[Crowley sits back, pouring his wine and sipping it thoughtfully. Before he frowns]

Wildlife on one what? That sounds suspiciously like porn, Aziraphale.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

On BBC One, you fool.

[He arched a brow, sipping that perfect cup of tea and pressing the bringing the remote control up to his eyes to scrutinize it closely.]

I think if I press this button it should-- AH!

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley sighed, shaking his head forlornly]

Someone help you when the twenty first century comes up. I've got big plans for technology.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Nothing too ostentatious, please.

[Directing too much attention from either side could be disastrous.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

I was thinking. [Crowley grinned, it was his 'this is a good one' grin. He raised his hand and made a sweeping gesture, as if explaining an incredible thing] Three dimensional television.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Looking distinctly unimpressed, he fished about for the biscuit tin.]

Isn't that just real life?

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Exactly! [Crowley is clearly excited about this] Real life, in your television! People need never get up from their sofas again.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Sounds positively delightful, my dear.

[He's obviously not paying attention; his entire being focused on the highly important choice of Digestive or Rich Tea.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

And maybe even before that, they can have [pause] take the digestive, the internet on their televisions. Won't that be something?

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Sounds positively --but the digestive might melt in my tea, don't we have any chocolate fingers?-- ghastly, if you ask me.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Yes well --no we don't eat the blood digestive or wish a chocolate finger up-- that's the point, isn't it?

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

I don't think --I'm not wishing something up, that's most immoral when there are shops who need the income-- downstairs will quite understand it, will they?

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Wildlife on One.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[Crowley sits back, pouring his wine and sipping it thoughtfully. Before he frowns]

Wildlife on one what? That sounds suspiciously like porn, Aziraphale.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

On BBC One, you fool.

[He arched a brow, sipping that perfect cup of tea and pressing the bringing the remote control up to his eyes to scrutinize it closely.]

I think if I press this button it should-- AH!

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley sighed, shaking his head forlornly]

Someone help you when the twenty first century comes up. I've got big plans for technology.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Nothing too ostentatious, please.

[Directing too much attention from either side could be disastrous.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

I was thinking. [Crowley grinned, it was his 'this is a good one' grin. He raised his hand and made a sweeping gesture, as if explaining an incredible thing] Three dimensional television.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Looking distinctly unimpressed, he fished about for the biscuit tin.]

Isn't that just real life?

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Exactly! [Crowley is clearly excited about this] Real life, in your television! People need never get up from their sofas again.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Sounds positively delightful, my dear.

[He's obviously not paying attention; his entire being focused on the highly important choice of Digestive or Rich Tea.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

And maybe even before that, they can have [pause] take the digestive, the internet on their televisions. Won't that be something?

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Sounds positively --but the digestive might melt in my tea, don't we have any chocolate fingers?-- ghastly, if you ask me.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Yes well --no we don't eat the blood digestive or wish a chocolate finger up-- that's the point, isn't it?