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Good Omens...And Bad: Prophecy in Theory and Practice, Class Thirteen

Monday, December 4, First Period

There are plenty of bakery items and hot beverages laid out, but the classroom appears to have been rearranged. The chairs and tables are moved to the walls, leaving the center of the room open.

"Good morning, everyone! I want to remind you all that I will be leaving briefly for an assignment. In my absence, Dr Wilson will be conducting class, with the assistance of my TAs. Now today, in lieu of a regular lecture, we're instead going to be rehearsing for the pageant on Friday."

[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up. Rehearse!]

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"Morning, man." Blair said with a wave. "Are you and Dr. Wilson okay after this weekend?"

"Good morning, Mr Sandburg!" Aziraphale was looking quite relieved that so far the students who had arrived were looking well enough. "Oh yes, we're just fine. James managed to stay out of trouble, thank goodness, and I only got a bit banged up myself. Are you all right?"

"That's awesome, man." Blair smiled and pointed to his head. "The people who were holding us captive didn't hurt us much beyond when they knocked us out to capture us and luckily, I've got a hard head."

Frowning, because he hadn't been able to listen to the radio broadcasts and therefore didn't know who had been taken captive and who hadn't, Aziraphale nodded just a bit.

"I didn't realize you'd been one of the people kidnapped. You're quite certain you're well? Have you been by the clinic just...to get checked? A hit on the head can be dangerous, you know."

"Yeah, I'm not really sure what their plan was but I did try to teach them meditation." Blair smiled at Aziraphale's concern. "I didn't go to the clinic, but I got knocked out on Friday night so I figured if my brain was going to implode and leak out my ears that it would have done that before Sunday night when we got free."

Aziraphale supposed Blair had a point, but he was still going to keep an eye on the young man, at least for the class period. "Well...promise me if you start to feel unwell, you'll at tell James about it."

Then he chuckled a little. "Yes, they didn't seem to really have a well establish plan, except for destroying things. The ones I ran into, at any rate."

"Promise. Any sign of returning headache and I'll hightail it to Dr. Wilson for a huge dose of western medicine." Blair said with a grin, although there was a shadow of truth involved. The headache had gotten bad enough over the weekend that he had been wishing for the pills that Wilson usually had to force on him.

"Did they damage a lot of stuff? Bel shimmered me back here so I didn't see the town."

"Quite a lot, from what I've been able to see," Aziraphale agreed, thinking about the destruction he'd noticed. "And I'm afraid the church is in rather a bad state, although I think it's mostly cosmetic. We had to break some windows and doors, though, and there are...remnants of the trolls. Stone," he added, in case Blair was getting a mental image of fleshy troll bits scattered around the church. "They turn to stone when they're killed."

"Oh, that's...much less gross." Blair said, trying to not think of fleshy bits or stony bits of trolls laying around. "River fought the trolls and she even talked one out of fighting. Isn't that awesome?"

"Good for her," Aziraphale nodded. "I did that a shot myself, although I'm afraid it didn't work very well. They seemed rather bent on destroying things, and that included us."

He gave Blair an apologetic little smile. "But I'm awfully glad that things didn't go worse for you and the other captives. Although there seemed to be quite a number of people in the clinic when I stopped by there."

"The girl I helped get to the spirit plane said they don't allow the men to attend school." Blair frowned. "Which is probably why they have a lot of anger issues."

"Lot's of people in the clinic? Did Dr. Wilson get any sleep over the weekend?"

"Hm. That may be a possibility," Aziraphale agreed. Not being allowed to read and learn would certainly put him in a poor mood.

He smiled and nodded his head at the inquiry about Wilson. "He was exhausted when I finally coaxed him home Saturday night, but he stayed in the apartment and did get some rest on Sunday. I'll tell him you asked after him, though. I think he'll appreciate that."

"Good for you, man." Blair grinned. "It's cool that you guys have each other to watch out for you."

"Yes, it is," Aziraphale replied, although he looked suddenly sad. "Except that I've got to go away tomorrow, and I don't know how long I'll be gone. Do you think...perhaps you might look in on James, while I'm away? Just stop and see how he's doing, talk to him a bit?"

"Go away? In your own body or are you hitching a ride?" Blair asked with a frown. "Of course I'll hang out with Dr. Wilson. He's a good friend and I'd be happy to check up on him and make sure he's not scaring himself with cheesy horror movies."

"In...goodness, in my own body I hope." Aziraphale frowned, hating that he didn't have more information about the assignment. "I shouldn't be gone very long. At least, I hope not to. They haven't told me much, I'm afraid."

He chuckled softly, if a little sadly. "That would be lovely, my dear. I expect he'll be trying very hard to hide away by himself."

"I don't suppose I can get a contact number for you? Just in case I want to shoot the breeze or have an urgent question about tea?" Blair asked hopefully.

"I'll check on him, man. I promise." Blair nodded forcefully, adament that Dr. Wilson would have company while Phale was gone.

"You could try to call my cell phone, but to be honest, I can't promise that you'll be able to get through. But you can certainly try."

Aziraphale smiled, both touched that Blair wanted a way to get hold of him, and relieved at the young man's promise to keep tabs on Wilson. Not that Wilson needed watching, but the angel was glad to know that the young doctor wouldn't be alone.

"I'll, er...bring you back a souvenir?" he offered.

"I'll try." Blair nodded and then grinned, bouncing a little. "Souvenir's are awesome, man!"

He was trying to keep the bouncing to a minimum today because of the head bonking over the weekend, but Aziraphale seemed like he could use a little bounce.

Aziraphale certainly could, and his smile grew a bit at the bouncing. Although he did still look awfully concerned about Blair's head injury.

And then he also wondered what exactly he'd gotten himself into, promising a souvenir from a mission that he didn't even know anything about. Still, Blair looked happy at the idea, and so the angel would do his best.

"I do appreciate your willingness to help with the pageant, by the way. I'll ~~handwavily~~ set up at account at All and Sundries and Stuff for Sale, in case you and Mr Winchester need supplies."

"Good idea, man." Blair nodded. "The turbans and parachute pants we can make ourselves, but we'll have to buy the hoop earrings."

Turbans he'd expected, but...

"Er...parachute pants?"

Seeing as how Aziraphale had jumped directly from the 1950s to the twenty-first century with his fashion knowledge, all he could imagine were...well, actually, he couldn't imagine how one might make pants out of parachutes.

Or why one would want to.

"You know, baggy pants gathered at the ankles. Really popular with break dancing?" Blair briefly contemplated giving an example of said dancing and decided that it wouldn't be helpful for his head. "It's very 'stop, hammer time'."

One could practically see the wheels turning in Aziraphale's head as he attempted to reconcile the words 'break', 'dance', and 'hammer' into a coherent concept that could be applied to the garment industry.

The blinking was a good indication that he wasn't getting very far.

"Er...quite," he finally murmured. "Hammer time. Indeed. Well then. I'm certain it'll be just lovely."

"Uh-huh." Blair wasn't sure lovely would be the right word but he grinned. "Dean and I are..uh...really having fun with this, man."

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