Crash Drive on Mingo City

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This island isn't that bad at all.

My psychotic roommate has vanished and today, walking down the street, I found my gorgeous baby waiting for me, as though we were back in England.



I also found something else in my roommate's place. Aziraphale. You may want to come have a look.

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[celestial_mongoose]

Good heavens, is that the Bentley? Well, well. I think I might certainly call that a blessing, wouldn't you?

What have you found, Crowley?

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Must you spoil everything for me?

Come and have a look. I promise you will not be disappointed. Besides, I do not actually enjoy keeping them in my possession so if you wish to receive something other than ash, I highly suggest you collect.

[celestial_mongoose]

I'm fairly certain that spoiling things for you is written in my contract, Crowley.

Very well, I shall be inbound presently.

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[celestial_mongoose]

[ It isn't long, indeed, before Aziraphale makes himself known at Crowley's door, rapping politely and cradling the mysteriously perpetually chilled bottle of rosé in his arms. He stands there, pondering exactly what it could be that Crowley has found for him. Very odd. ]

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[Crowley is still in high spirits. Very high spirits. The homicidal angel he had been rooming with was gone, Crowley wagered for good, since he couldn't really sense him anymore. And the angel had been more of a pit bull guard dog than a roommate while he had been present.

On top of that, The Bentley, his Bentley was here. Shined up and waiting for him just down the street. It was a good week.

He pulled the door open for his angelic counterpart, and predictably, had two glasses in his other hand.]

Hello, Aziraphale.

[celestial_mongoose]

Crowley.

[ He greets the other with a smile. While he had never exactly been fond of the Bentley, exactly, it was comforting in a way to see at least something familiar in this strange place with no books and hardly a library to speak of. Did novels and fantasies simply not exist in this strange land? He'd been combing the island high and low for any scrap of a good novel, and he was getting desperate. ]

So what is this thing that you've found, old friend?

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[Crowley left the door open, gesturing Aziraphale in with the glasses in a lazy sort of sway of his arm before he slid away in the direction of Castiel's abandoned room.

He could not actually enter the room yet. Not until someone came and painted over or got rid of all the wards and the devil's trap. The other angel had been significantly more paranoid and vindictive than he remembered the other angels being.]

See for yourself, angel.

[Sure enough, in the middle of the otherwise empty room would be a very familiar sight for the angel.]

[celestial_mongoose]

[ Aziraphale was, of course, able to enter free of drama. He glanced round the room at everything, as though able to actually see the wards and traps that were put in place. A nice job indeed. He then laid eyes on the books in the centre of the room, frowning. They were old, certainly. Almost too old to have been on the island long. He approached them, taking them up with as much care and love as he had when he owned his shop, and he stared at the covers, if he had any breath, it certainly would have been taken from him. ]

But these are... How on Earth did these come into your possession, Crowley? Surely you didn't buy these.

[ He showed him the ancient books, a pair of them. One, a first edition copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray, and the other, a singular item in all the world, The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. As he stared at Crowley, he looked further and further on the edge of tears. ]

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[Even if he had acquired them intentionally, Crowley would not have paid for them, but he watched the somewhat overly emotional angel fuss over his books with a rare smile that was not actually serpentine in nature. Not that he would admit it, but it was good to know the Aziraphale had something as well.

You could say they appeared there, rather like The Bentley had. In fact that was exactly what had happened. At first he had assumed they were leftovers from Castiel, but he had caught a word of the corner and knew it had to be otherwise.

He stood just outside the doorway, the glasses loosely hanging by their stems from one hand, his other in his pocket, smoothing over the key he did not actually need, one more time.]

I happened upon them. Seeing as they are not of particular interest to me, I thought you could remove them.

[Because he surely had not called Aziraphale over wanting to make him happy. That's something only a daft old bugger would assume.]

[celestial_mongoose]

Happened upon them... Yes, I'm sure.

[ He smiled warmly and approached the demon, careful not to hug him, because Lord knows what would happen to the poor books, but he sidesteps him to set them down on the sofa, and then hug Crowley. Aziraphale had never been so happy to see a tome in his entire existence than he had just then. ]

Thank you... Thank you, old friend. I... You don't know what this means to me.