jukebox selection E04 - Paint It Black ; AC/DC

[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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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.

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Sinking into the chair, he clutched the book as though it were a threatened infant.]

Not to... worry, my dear...

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

He'll be fine, Jo. He's just a pansy. I wouldn't of even give him a chair.

[huntersdaughter]

[frowns, still concerned, but a bit less since... it was just a book]

Alright. Well, if you need anything - [you know, give her a holler, because she doesn't want to just hover]

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Just... sitting here... sorry, Jo.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Will do.

[To Aziraphale] Come on, stop being whiney.