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[huntersdaughter]

[Away from Jilly]

Alright, so despite a bit of a hiccup in the planning, I've gotten most of the work that I can do on my own done for the gallery.

Those listening to this and unsure what I'm talking about? As a surprise, emphasis there please, folks, for Jilly, I'm building her an art gallery. It'll be for any artists in the castle to use, but I know she's got her classes and her own art, so she inspired me to do this.

I've had some help along the way. Eliot took a look at the wiring for me and then I went and replaced any of the bad drywall. I've patched the small holes and painted before I put up the hardware. Switchplates and that sort'v thing.

Right now, my big concern is figuring out the lighting.

I figure track lighting would be good. More flexibility.

[exhales] Anyone a big expert on these things? Anyone interested in learning how to be an expert in them?

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[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

No.

[And then this with the air of someone about to amputate their own leg. Without anaesthetic.]

A book.

[huntersdaughter]

Is it an art book? [since, she's not sure how a book will belong in a gallery]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

It certainly is.

[huntersdaughter]

Then, I'd be grateful for the gift. You can drop it off whenever you're in town next. I mean, don't make a special trip or anything.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

I can come now, if you don't mind?

[huntersdaughter]

I wouldn't mind at all.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale soon arrives with a book so old it's crumbling. It is a first edition of some 12th century artist's engravings, and is autographed:

Deereste Mssr. Ziraphale,
Beste wishes.
Nigel.]

[huntersdaughter]

[she spots the old book and is stunned]

Oh... wow, that's... well, that's old. I don't think I have a proper place for it yet. I don't want it to get ruined. [hmmmm]

I have a wooden box, maybe we can place it in there until I can find a good place for it. [afraid to touch it... it might fall apart if she holds it wrong]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Wood? Are you insane, miss? Don't you realise what that would do to it?

[huntersdaughter]

[furrows her brow in confusion, because... bookshelves are made of wood and paper is... wood]

No?

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

A closed wooden box has the possibility of termites, or moths, or damp. A glass case would be best.

[huntersdaughter]

Oh... [frowns]

I don't have a glass case.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps I should keep it for now.

[Or forever.]

[huntersdaughter]

[thinks]

What if it's only in the wooden box for a day or two? I can promise no damp, moths, or termites will get to it.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Certainly not.

[huntersdaughter]

Hmmmm...

[thinks some more]

How about a plastic bag? I'm sure I have one around here.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Very little could do actual damage to an angel, they had very few physical weaknesses and certainly weren't afflicted by illness or disease.

One of the lesser known exceptions to this rule was what happened when a twelfth century book was threatened with being relegated to a plastic bag.¹

The angel in question turned a rather interesting shade of puce², and clutched his chest with a look that can only be accurately described as Horrified.]

P...lastic bag?

^1. Admittedly, this rule only applied to a certain angel called Aziraphale. Making it more of a sub-clause than an actual rule of its own.

^2. You know the shade. Exactly as Auntie Margaret used on her knitted lumpy tea cosy.

threadjack!

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[And suddenly, Crowley sauntered in. Where did he come from? How did he get there?

Well, there's a Bentley outside so that answers that question. In the way they've got over the millennia, the demon intuitively knows when Something Is Up With The Angel. He pauses by Aziraphale, looks at him, then looks at Jo]

You want to put one of his books in a baggie, don't you?

[huntersdaughter]

[she frowns at the sudden pale coloring of him and then the instant appearance of Crowley makes her worry even more]

Oh... oh, I just - I didn't know. I'm sorry, no baggie, no box -- he can take the book and help me figure out a glass case for it.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

A plastic bag?

[Much in the same way an old LP could get caught repeating a scratched groove, so Aziraphale was similarly frozen.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Duly noted.

[He waves a hand in front of Aziraphale's face, then turns back to Jo] He'll be Away for a while.

[huntersdaughter]

[frowns]

I'm sorry, I didn't know... he offered to give a book and ... I'm sorry. [geeeze, the guy's nearly catatonic]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[The reminder that he had offered a book willingly, merely compounded that she had been about to pack it in plastic, and he felt oddly weak-kneed.]

...I think I need to sit down, my dear.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley goes on ignoring the angel]

He's just a bit weird when it comes to books is all.

[huntersdaughter]

[she has one chair, she'd been standing on it to paint the corners - she'll go grab that and offer it]

Really, I had no idea. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you this sort of distress.