Catch all and Valentine's Event

[temptationaccomplished]

Who: Mr. Fell and You!
What: Valentines Event (I tried!)
Where:New York City. Center of the Universe.
Warnings: None so far. Well, Anthony's thread got hella suggestive very fast, but anyway.




[[ FAX ME ]]

[Instead of this message appearing on the network, your character finds their printer suddenly going off all on its own. How? Minor miracle. And if you didn't have a printer? Maybe you do now, though it's an old, cranky loud, dot-matrix printer. Or... some other device in your vicinity has decided to generate a printout. That xerox machine at work? Suddenly printing this message. Maybe the cashier gives you a receipt and (unknown to non-different cashiers) it's this message! Or your ten-key calculator isn't adding right, it's printing this message! Or your toaster is toasting bread with this message!

The only one who won't get this message at all is Anthony.]

What does one get a relatively new beau for Valentine's--?

But he's not really a new beau. We've been dating since last year and I KNOW we knew each other much longer in our other lifetime. But this is our FIRST Valentine's and I suppose that's got some kind of significance. I've never been very good with Valentines. And he can get anything he wants, rather makes gift giving difficult.

Seems almost silly to give him flowers, when he tends a whole garden.

I just don't know.


[[ COOL DUDE ]]

[You know that scene in Grease when Sandy shows up at the fair and she's in the black pants so tight she had to be sewn into them, and her hair's all tousled and teased, and she's smoking a cigarette? Tell me about it, Stud.

Well, it looks like Fell's somehow fallen in with the cool crowd, because his blond hair looks like it has some product in it, giving a sort of edgy vibe, and he's dressed in fitted, fashionable, and sharp clothes and a pair of shades. He's taken up smoking again, and he can't exactly tell you why this change has come over him, only that he's currently living this for the next two hours.

Afterwards, he'll think it silly and do his miracle quick-change back into his normal clothes.

But. It won't stop him from eating the candies.]

Got a problem?


[[ DREAM ]]

[If you're trying to talk to Fell, he's not listening. He's trying to, but then some thought will strike his fancy and his mind will be a million miles away, day-dreaming of something with a silly, far off look in his eyes.]

Ah, yes, right. ...What did you say?



[[ HOT STUFF ]]

[Whatever Fell just touched, he dropped it like it was hot and shook out his fingers as if they'd been burned. He's still glaring at the offending item with confusion and annoyance. How DARE it burn him.]


[[ Non Event ]]

Just let me know if you want to do something.

Comments

Cool Dude

[scotch_egg]

[he's been stuck in the better part of the day. What he's stuck on he can't be sure. Something is wrong, he knows, aside from the grime and filth of the imperfect world. He himself as he approaches Fell looks immaculate for once, his hair tamed, shaved, clothes neat as a pin. It feels right somehow. It feels like he should be representing something...

greater...

And yet...here is Fell... Smoking. Looking... well looking criminal.

He folds his hands in front of him, shoulders rolled back]

That can't be good for you, dear. And think of the children. They're so impressionable.

[temptationaccomplished]

[He gives a Alec's new straight-laced look a lazy, unimpressed once-over, then with a roll of his eyes worthy of a bored teenager, exhales the smoke into Alec's face.]

[scotch_egg]

[He coughs. More than coughs. Deep racking sounds pulling up from his lungs. With a muted glare at Fell he takes his wrist and neatly pulls his arm to the side. Or well would if it wasn't like gripping a concrete post lodged in seven meters in sand. The only thing that moved was Alec's grip, slightly.]

That was uncalled for. [his voice was almost a growl] What's gotten into you.

[temptationaccomplished]

[That growl is something and he considers the hand on him with interest, too. What has gotten into him? Hard to say, really. He just felt compelled to be a little...less of an angel and look where he's at.]

Don't you ever just want to step outside yourself, try on someone different, someone a bit more fun?

[scotch_egg]

[he gives him a long look]

All the time. If I could be anyone else but me... [the memories that were his but wasn't came crowding in as much as he tried to push them out]

But this isn't you.

[[ COOL DUDE ]]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ It wasn't Fell. There was no way under Heaven that this was Fell!

Anthony stalked around the stranger like a rooster working himself up for a fight. ]

No problem... Fell? Is that you?

[ It wasn't. Couldn't be with the spikey hair and the nearly demonic attitude. ]

You undercover?

[temptationaccomplished]

[He smugly drinks in the attention as Anthony circles him, complete with a pleased little shifting that is sort of a wiggle. A cool wiggle. He grinned, tip of his tongue sliding along the edge of his perfect teeth.]

Not yet I'm not. Could be, if you take me back to yours.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ A cool wiggle that caused one's eyes to wander instinctively towards his hips as he paced around Fell once again.


They could go back to his place. In a HEARTBEAT!


He was just... wow. This was actually Fell? ]


I'd be up for that. Down for that...


[ Any response that sounded the least bit cool seemed to drift away like that smoke on the wind. ]

You know... anything.

[temptationaccomplished]

Oh, I bet you would be...

[He doesn't do much except look, eyeing Anthony up like prey as his beau stumbles over himself.]

You know what really gets my motor running? [Even in Cool Mode, he thinks he's awfully cute and clever with this pun.] A ride on your motorcycle.

Take me for a ride, Anthony. Anywhere I'd like to go.

And then I'll take you for a ride. [He drops the cigarette to the sidewalk and smashes it under the toe of his boot.] However you'd like.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ See everything about this was backwards. He was meant to be the cool one forging ahead while Fell stumbled after him but there was just something electric about the reversal. It was almost a game... or so he thought as he watched the ciggy being crushed under Fell's toe.

Maybe that's exactly what it was, one of those 'keep your relationship spicy' articles that were always appearing in those cheesy wedding magazines, that he never read and didn't have hidden in his closet, had come to life manifesting itself as too cool for you Aziraphale. He could dig it. ]

Then your chariot is this way.

[ Anthony smirked, recovering his own cool, as he stepped out of Fell's way to indicate the direction of his last parking space. It was right on the curb as usual. Some how, with a little touch of demonic magic, it had grown easier to find parking spaces right on the curb. ]

Where to, Angel?

fax me | network text, technically open if anyone else would reply;

[traceofeffort]

[Lisa is absolutely certain she hasn't printed anything today, that her laptop isn't compromised, and that her printer doesn't have one of those fancy e-mail addresses. Yet here it is printing out... what looks like a photocopied thing bearing writing she's never seen before. She's heard the name fax machine but hasn't ever bothered to look into what such a thing entails. All she knows is she's very confused. She also knows asking on Twitter will result in eight hundred people trying to fix her laptop, so she'll start somewhere smaller.]

The strangest thing came out of my printer today, like it was possessed and carrying a letter from someplace far away... Kinda felt like a horror movie. But something in it got me thinking. Sure, someone with a lot of money or access to fancy stuff can get anything they want at any time they want, which makes gifting hard, but, well - a small token that's thoughtfully chosen would still be sweet to get when you want to get them a present, don't you think? Even someone who manages a flower shop would still appreciate being given a flower with a strong, relevant meaning. Yeah, there's a few dozen right over there, but this one came from you and you picked it out yourself, that makes it special.

[temptationaccomplished]

Oh dear. That sounds like a very odd type of computer issue. [That sounds familiar. OP are you me? Surely Lisa didn't receive Aziraphale's intended post like that...but he can't find it on the network anywhere... What did he do?]

But what they're very cool and you don't really know enough about plants, to use your example, or whatever their particular interest is, to get them something clever?

[traceofeffort]

Isn't it? It hasn't happened again, and it seems benign enough? I'm not gonna call an exorcist or anything, at least.

I'd feel like it'd be an opportunity, really. Sure, I don't know enough, but if it's important enough to them, it'd be good for me to try and figure it out. If I do it right, I can show someone important to me that I cared enough to put the effort in. If I didn't do it right, eh, I can explain what I thought I was doing, and then maybe ask what I was supposed to do?

[temptationaccomplished]

Speaking of an exorcist... have you any experience with a flute? Our young friend Wei with the possessed teddy bear could potentially tame the spirits with his flute and, as our resident musician, I thought you might have some insight or connections to assist him.

And I suppose you do have a point. I just worry about a misstep.

[traceofeffort]

I don't, sorry. Guitar, bass, and a little keyboard - which is NOT piano experience, if it comes up, that's a lot harder. If that'd help, I could do that? I don't think I even know anyone that plays the flute more than casually.

I think... maybe I'm a little bit of a romantic, but I think that showing you cared enough to try would be a bigger impact than the risk of making a mistake? I mean, unless you did something catastrophically bad, like bringing someone black roses or something. I can't imagine you'd try to do something big without doing your research, though, right?

Fax me;

[phdmotherfucker]

[ Harleen was very surprised to open a PDF and find the article she was meant to read gone, and a letter to an agony aunt in its place. Maybe this is a sign she needs to stop bringing work home with her, or at least that she shouldn't do her work in the evening when she's half a bottle of wine deep.

She pours another glass and clicks edit. ]

Since he likes to garden, maybe a live plant? Plants have different meanings if he's the type to buy into that, or just something that looks nice.

A nice meal in, if you're a good cook.

[temptationaccomplished]

[The mechanics of however this post works puzzle Fell, but then tech has never been his strong suit.]

I suppose I'll have to do a bit of research.
I'm not well versed in plant meanings, outside of possible symbolism in renaissance art--I imagine plant symbolism has changed a great deal in the last few hundred years. I recall the Victorians were fond of flower meanings, but I'm not sure if he'd like something flowery.

I'm ...fair at cooking, but he's grown rather accustomed to classier fare than I think I could possibly prepare. He has standards. And frankly, so have I.

[phdmotherfucker]

[ She had left the document open while she wandered off to microwave a dinner that paired well with red, and was surprised to see a different message when she wandered back. ]

You'd know best if he'd like flowery or not.

I'm not a gourmet chef or anything but I know a couple recipes that don't need any fancy technique and always impress.

But if you want something low effort that is always appreciated: blowjob.

[temptationaccomplished]

[He's already gotten a text from Dr. Whitly, so that rules out him. This cannot possibly be Alec, not his style (maybe). A little...much for Ellie. Certainly not Anakin, possibly Ben, though again, a little much. Mr. Porter? York? Somehow, he doesn't think York knows how to cook.]

Ms. Yotsuyu, is this you?

I don't think I have to tell you there's the possibility of young people on this network.

[phdmotherfucker]

[ But she's not wrong. ]

No, and I don't know a Ms. Yotsuyu either.

And this isn't a network. This is a PDF of an medical article on my personal computer, which I would like back thank you very much.

Fax Me

[not_as_i_do]

[his receptionist had brought the fax in with a very bemused look on her face and told him the robo-dialers were getting stranger and stranger. Martin had laughed right along with her, but as soon as she left he opened his phone and texted Fell]

Why on Earth would you send something like that to my office fax?

[don't try to tell him it isn't you, either, you're the only person he knows who talks like that AND dates someone from the Gardens]

[temptationaccomplished]

Dr. Whitly, what in the world are you talking about?

[not_as_i_do]

This whole thing about your 'new beau'. Came straight to my office fax. You could've just sent it on the Network, you know.

[temptationaccomplished]

I tried to. Seems to have failed miserably. Lucky it wasn’t too personal, I suppose! Might have been a tad mortifying. Very sorry, old boy.

How funny, though. A fax. A portable document. And Miss Lisa’s printer. I wonder where else I might have sent off my errant post to? The Bureau? I quite like imagining they have those printers that are used to measure earthquakes, with the only for measuring portals or some such, and suddenly they’re disrupted with this.

Sorry again. I’d say it shan’t happen again, but since I have no idea what caused it, I can’t make those promises.

[not_as_i_do]

Not really mortifying, though I'm glad I got to it before Krissi did, she would have thought it was ... I don't know, fax spam? Does that even exist?

I do like the thought of those little seismic printers getting it, though, just one long stream of jittery block letters. Like when you try and use an etch-a-sketch to make letters, did you ever do that as a little boy? I seem to remember it took quite a bit of concentration.