Fell can be found taking extensive notes on whatever the librarian permits him to read, but he's particularly keen on magic (both for himself and to share with Alec), religion and if anything resembles demonology (go ahead and guess why) and the history and culture of the world. Why was this the place the portals opened to, he hopes to discover. And has it happened before?
The library's collection of books stirs something familiar in him, and by the middle/end of the week, that stirring has risen up into a full on covetousness. Getting him to leave the books will be just short of an argument.
Market & Tavern
Fell has been trading for some local textiles, dyes, and food. It's rather enchanting, like going to a farmers market or craft fair, only far more complex, noisy, and bustling. The whole atmosphere feels ancient and strangely not nearly as foreign as he expected it might. He's swept up by the novelty of it all. You'll find him chatting with the vendors about the different delicacies ("Eggs in this one also?!"), and snacking as he goes.
"I really should have brought a bag. You'd think I would remember by now." Plastic carryout bags had been banned in NYC since March, and yet.
Eventually he arrives at the tavern and orders a drink and a meal. He's already been to dine with Anthony at one of these establishments, but he's eager to try new things and he suspects the tavern is a good place to pick up local news. At least it always seems that way in the stories.
A few drinks in and he's giggly and regailing the nearest people with a story, but he's lost the point of the whole thing halfway through.
The Temple of the Unknowable God
Why are gods always unknowable? Or rather, what makes THIS god so unknowable, when readings in the library suggest there are paired off gods that ARE knowable, at least for their thematic attributes. A word teases at his mind, suggestive of something he can't quite place, something to do with unknowable, unfathomable things. It's all very- very- It was right there, on the tip of his tongue... Just give him a moment to think of it and it will surely- No, no, the word whatever it was, is lost.
He looks around, put off and intrigued by the gaudy radiance of it all.
"Is it so lavish, I wonder, because the god is unknowable?" How better to court the approval, he supposes, of a god you do not understand but do not want to anger, than with gilded gifts and a shrine of incredible wealth and spoil. "Or do they favor all the gods so opulently?"
The Hills & The Eastern Gates
"I've been locked out!" Fell has made the mistake of enjoying sundown outside the city. He is not exactly dressed for an evening in the wilderness, and even though he's not freezing, he's not keen on spending the night outside the city walls. It is a bit on the chilly side, and there might be vicious animals out here! Or worse! And he's entirely without the means to make a campfire or any such thing.
And that rumbling ground business has him, pardon the pun, shaken up. What was that, a volcano? An active fault line? A sleeping giant eldritch horror awaiting the summer solstice sacrifice?
Good lord, he's never really liked camping. Grandfather used to say it was where you separated the men from the boys, but all it ever seemed to do for Aziraphale was separate him from a warm shower, good food, and indoor plumbing. He's lucky he had the foresight to buy snacks back at the market.
"Surely there must be another portal around here somewhere..."
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Fell can be found taking extensive notes on whatever the librarian permits him to read, but he's particularly keen on magic (both for himself and to share with Alec), religion and if anything resembles demonology (go ahead and guess why) and the history and culture of the world. Why was this the place the portals opened to, he hopes to discover. And has it happened before?
The library's collection of books stirs something familiar in him, and by the middle/end of the week, that stirring has risen up into a full on covetousness. Getting him to leave the books will be just short of an argument.
Market & Tavern
Fell has been trading for some local textiles, dyes, and food. It's rather enchanting, like going to a farmers market or craft fair, only far more complex, noisy, and bustling. The whole atmosphere feels ancient and strangely not nearly as foreign as he expected it might. He's swept up by the novelty of it all. You'll find him chatting with the vendors about the different delicacies ("Eggs in this one also?!"), and snacking as he goes.
"I really should have brought a bag. You'd think I would remember by now." Plastic carryout bags had been banned in NYC since March, and yet.
Eventually he arrives at the tavern and orders a drink and a meal. He's already been to dine with Anthony at one of these establishments, but he's eager to try new things and he suspects the tavern is a good place to pick up local news. At least it always seems that way in the stories.
A few drinks in and he's giggly and regailing the nearest people with a story, but he's lost the point of the whole thing halfway through.
The Temple of the Unknowable God
Why are gods always unknowable? Or rather, what makes THIS god so unknowable, when readings in the library suggest there are paired off gods that ARE knowable, at least for their thematic attributes. A word teases at his mind, suggestive of something he can't quite place, something to do with unknowable, unfathomable things. It's all very- very- It was right there, on the tip of his tongue... Just give him a moment to think of it and it will surely- No, no, the word whatever it was, is lost.
He looks around, put off and intrigued by the gaudy radiance of it all.
"Is it so lavish, I wonder, because the god is unknowable?" How better to court the approval, he supposes, of a god you do not understand but do not want to anger, than with gilded gifts and a shrine of incredible wealth and spoil. "Or do they favor all the gods so opulently?"
The Hills & The Eastern Gates
"I've been locked out!" Fell has made the mistake of enjoying sundown outside the city. He is not exactly dressed for an evening in the wilderness, and even though he's not freezing, he's not keen on spending the night outside the city walls. It is a bit on the chilly side, and there might be vicious animals out here! Or worse! And he's entirely without the means to make a campfire or any such thing.
And that rumbling ground business has him, pardon the pun, shaken up. What was that, a volcano? An active fault line? A sleeping giant eldritch horror awaiting the summer solstice sacrifice?
Good lord, he's never really liked camping. Grandfather used to say it was where you separated the men from the boys, but all it ever seemed to do for Aziraphale was separate him from a warm shower, good food, and indoor plumbing. He's lucky he had the foresight to buy snacks back at the market.
"Surely there must be another portal around here somewhere..."