Text (shortly after the August Iris moon phase ends)

[gaveitaway]

Hello, fellow Moonblessed! This is the Principality Aziraphale and I have a few subjects I'd like to discuss with you, if you have the time to spare.

One is simply a request for good book recommendations, though I'm also curious if anyone has ever run into books here they were familiar with back home?

The other is particularly for those also blessed by the Iris moon... Have you had any trouble with shocking things? And people? My last phase resulted in my being quite affectionate but it's a bit of a hardship trying to cuddle when you keep accidentally shocking your partner.

[There is a possibility of Crowley threadjacking, forewarning.]

Comments

[whateternityis]

Haven't picked a usual yet, but I do have a better idea of what's good around here now. And of a few places that don't suck.

[broozes]

That's a start. You're buying?

[whateternityis]

That was the agreement, yes.

switch to action?

[broozes]

Lead the way, then.

Sounds good!

[whateternityis]

[And so he does, following up with the address of a bar. When she arrives, Crowley's already there, having staked out a table and two bottles of red wine.]

One for each of us, at least to start. Long as you can get yourself home in one piece after, we don't have to stop at that.

sorry, somehow this got lost smh

[broozes]

[ Red wine, eh? Brunnhilde takes in the place, then joins him, sitting down casually, the air of one threatened by very little. The sword at her belt usually helps those matters. ]

I hope you're not planning to stop at one.

[ Not that she's looking to get wasted, but it is more fun if both are still in the realm of coherent thought. ]

no worries, it happens!

[whateternityis]

What would be the fun in that? [Of course he's not planning to stop at one. That would just be silly.

Besides, when it's time to head home he can sober up enough to get there.]

[broozes]

[ She grins, resting her chin on her elbow. ]

So. Asgard. What do you already know?

[whateternityis]

More a rough idea than anything. Working from a completely different playbook, after all, but one hears things. Human versions of stories travel with them. [And it's a bloody good thing they did, too. England's cold enough for his tastes.]

I'm guessing the humans have got things half right at best anyway, so it's probably better to start with your experience than test my memory of drunken parties a thousand years ago.