Well. Gosh. These certainly weren't here a moment ago.
Uh. Miss Sweet? I appear to be....er, well, you.
[Added a few moments later, having seen Angel's post:]
Don't be alarmed if you should find yourself with, ah, large wings. It's part and parcel of...well, the original model. Please do be careful. One isn't terribly sure about all this...equipment.
Thank goodness it's all been resolved. I am terribly grateful to everyone involved.
[OOC: Lolol I chose the best day to move house. This is backdated to immediately after the restoration of security protocols; Aziraphale has picked up any pieces that Q hasn't, and if your character should happen to like flowers? There will be a small vase of something pretty in their room. B) ]
Does anyone have any book recommendations? I know I'll work my way through the library in due course, but one likes to go about these things with a certain sense of direction.
Are all the ports this sordid and terrible? One must admit to a certain measure of curiosity.
I appreciate that it's been a long time waiting for some but in my very humble opinion, the sooner we leave this wretched place, the better. I'm starting to think I rather preferred the original ancient Rome.
So, to ensure I have my facts straight. A group of charismatic and competent but also arrogant and self-serving individuals have been observing the behaviour of a being who is omnipotent within his sphere, and has the power of life and death over those in his trust.
These individuals have decided they can do this being's job better than he can, and thus they believe themselves to have wrested control.
...
One can't help but observe that there's a certain precedent for this, and it doesn't end well for anyone involved.
[It's eight on the dot when Aziraphale arrives at the door to Nathan's room, his file tucked under one arm. He's more than a little concerned about the continuing flood, and he'd considered himself too polite to ask the man if its effects were bothering him - although judging by his most recent journal entry, Mr. Petrelli's phobia might just be honesty. American, he reminds himself. Allowances must be made. He taps on the door.]
Mr. Petrelli? It's Aziraphale.
[If his inmate is being affected and has any sense, the angel realises, then he probably won't be there. Still, he won't be beyond contact if that's the case.]
Mr. Petrelli? I've been assigned as your warden. My name is Aziraphale, and I look forward to working with you.
I've spent a little time familiarising myself with your file. Maybe we should meet up and have a chat about what we'd like to achieve? You can choose the venue; I'd be happy to escort you above deck if that's what you'd prefer.
I, ah. Don't mean to bother anyone unduly, but there appears to be a body in the library? I'm not sure who it is. Does this happen often?
Oh. There's blood all over the Chemistry section. Doesn't anybody care about protecting fine literature? This is really quite unfortunate--
Er. Right. Priorities. Protocol. I'd be correct in thinking that a warden will be revived by the Admiral, or that a warden is informed of his inmate's, ah, passing? So I'll just need to...yes. Should anyone need me or...this unfortunate gentleman, we'll be in the infirmary. Nobody likes to be alone when they return from the dead. I wouldn't like to be, anyway.
Right. [Anyone wishing to investigate the scene of the crime will find it not only immaculately clean and tidy, but smelling faintly of lavender. He's trying to be helpful okay :c ]
