The Park, Monday Evening
The afternoon had been spent with Wilson in the study, discussing the plan to assist Nadia in her attempts to analyze her dreams and reading through some texts on possession. Then there'd been supper, a light-hearted affair filled with teasing over the radio reports of Bond!Aziraphale's antics, and then a bit of horseplay while cleaning up that resulted in a kitchen covered in soapy water.
Wilson had a phone call to make, though -- an important consult requested by one of his former colleagues at PPTH. And so Aziraphale had pulled on a heavy sweater and a scarf -- Lana still had his coat and he was loathe to ask for its return -- and headed out to the park. He wanted a little time to sit quietly, and process what had happened over the previous couple of days.
It had begun with a bang on Saturday morning, when he'd awakened as this James Bond fellow. Everything had seemed perfectly normal to him, but obviously not so much to Wilson, who had hidden on the other side of the table and on no uncertain terms sent him out of the house, albeit with a suitcase and some funds to tide him over. Following a handwavey check-in at the Arms, he'd stopped at All and Sundries, meeting up with Jane Canary and immediately assuming she was a spy, then buying a cell phone and some essentials and getting the lowdown on the clubs.
Which had led him to check out Caritas that night. A move that had brought no good. First he'd flirted with Nadia and set up a breakfast date, although at least they'd talked mostly about spy things. Then there'd been the encounter with Armand, which had started out vaguely dirty but evolved into arrangements for a poker game. John Connor had totally hit on him and called him an 'angel', then they'd also discussed spy-related topics. After which Bond had met Billy, and found out that he didn't trust Aziraphale. Apparently neither did Bond, although probably with less reason.
The night had gone, in Aziraphale's mind, from bad to worse when Lana appeared, and they'd engaged in some heavy flirting and left the club together. Luckily, any future plans for Bond to reproduce were saved by the appearance of Josiah, who had demanded Lana leave with him and saved M the trouble of castrating her best agent. In a rare stroke of luck for the angel, Bond had actually gone back to his hotel alone.
Realizing that he had best lay off the womanizing and get his head focused on his supposed 'mission', he'd handwavily met with M on Sunday morning, who had told Bond on no uncertain terms to keep his hands off the students. That meeting was followed by breakfast at the Perk with Nadia, where they'd swapped information on the townspeople and discussed how their individual investigations might overlap. Aziraphale was just glad that Nadia was so understanding about the whole thing.
Breakfast had been followed by a walk in the park, where he'd flirted with his own almost-sister and set up a handwavey dinner date. Then it was off to the town gym, because apparently Bond hadn't done enough to embarrass the angel and everyone he knew. At the pool, there'd been mutual ogling, flirting and spy talk with Annette and Aly, some more flirting and discussion about the town and the teachers with Ms Frizzle, and still more of the same with Rita.
That chat had ended in arrangements for drinks at the Devil's Nest, where the two of them had bonded over thrill-seeking. Followed by a chat with Lucifer, whom Bond had decided to peg as some kind of crime lord, and a poker game. During which Bond had, of course, flirted outrageously with Sandy. And still he'd managed to go back to his hotel alone, where he'd handwavily contacted MI-6 with his findings and called it a night.
And that was the last of Aziraphale's strange borrowed memories. He'd awakened as himself again before dawn, and had rushed directly home. Where, admittedly, he had probably frightened the sleeping Wilson, who had shouted at him and called him a pervert. They'd worked it out, thankfully, and there'd been nice snuggles once the young doctor had learned it was really the angel after all.
Aziraphale, however, had to admit that he was still feeling a little bit like a pervert.
[ooc: Wilson modded with permission. Mostly to establish a linkdrop, but open if you don't mind a slightly freaked out angel and some SP.]
Wilson had a phone call to make, though -- an important consult requested by one of his former colleagues at PPTH. And so Aziraphale had pulled on a heavy sweater and a scarf -- Lana still had his coat and he was loathe to ask for its return -- and headed out to the park. He wanted a little time to sit quietly, and process what had happened over the previous couple of days.
It had begun with a bang on Saturday morning, when he'd awakened as this James Bond fellow. Everything had seemed perfectly normal to him, but obviously not so much to Wilson, who had hidden on the other side of the table and on no uncertain terms sent him out of the house, albeit with a suitcase and some funds to tide him over. Following a handwavey check-in at the Arms, he'd stopped at All and Sundries, meeting up with Jane Canary and immediately assuming she was a spy, then buying a cell phone and some essentials and getting the lowdown on the clubs.
Which had led him to check out Caritas that night. A move that had brought no good. First he'd flirted with Nadia and set up a breakfast date, although at least they'd talked mostly about spy things. Then there'd been the encounter with Armand, which had started out vaguely dirty but evolved into arrangements for a poker game. John Connor had totally hit on him and called him an 'angel', then they'd also discussed spy-related topics. After which Bond had met Billy, and found out that he didn't trust Aziraphale. Apparently neither did Bond, although probably with less reason.
The night had gone, in Aziraphale's mind, from bad to worse when Lana appeared, and they'd engaged in some heavy flirting and left the club together. Luckily, any future plans for Bond to reproduce were saved by the appearance of Josiah, who had demanded Lana leave with him and saved M the trouble of castrating her best agent. In a rare stroke of luck for the angel, Bond had actually gone back to his hotel alone.
Realizing that he had best lay off the womanizing and get his head focused on his supposed 'mission', he'd handwavily met with M on Sunday morning, who had told Bond on no uncertain terms to keep his hands off the students. That meeting was followed by breakfast at the Perk with Nadia, where they'd swapped information on the townspeople and discussed how their individual investigations might overlap. Aziraphale was just glad that Nadia was so understanding about the whole thing.
Breakfast had been followed by a walk in the park, where he'd flirted with his own almost-sister and set up a handwavey dinner date. Then it was off to the town gym, because apparently Bond hadn't done enough to embarrass the angel and everyone he knew. At the pool, there'd been mutual ogling, flirting and spy talk with Annette and Aly, some more flirting and discussion about the town and the teachers with Ms Frizzle, and still more of the same with Rita.
That chat had ended in arrangements for drinks at the Devil's Nest, where the two of them had bonded over thrill-seeking. Followed by a chat with Lucifer, whom Bond had decided to peg as some kind of crime lord, and a poker game. During which Bond had, of course, flirted outrageously with Sandy. And still he'd managed to go back to his hotel alone, where he'd handwavily contacted MI-6 with his findings and called it a night.
And that was the last of Aziraphale's strange borrowed memories. He'd awakened as himself again before dawn, and had rushed directly home. Where, admittedly, he had probably frightened the sleeping Wilson, who had shouted at him and called him a pervert. They'd worked it out, thankfully, and there'd been nice snuggles once the young doctor had learned it was really the angel after all.
Aziraphale, however, had to admit that he was still feeling a little bit like a pervert.
[ooc: Wilson modded with permission. Mostly to establish a linkdrop, but open if you don't mind a slightly freaked out angel and some SP.]