Bulletin Board Announcement

[soho_angel]

One quiet afternoon found Aziraphale at the bulletin board, putting up a notice written in old-fashioned flowing script.

Ladies and Gentlemen

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[caycep]

As she'd often said to Crowley, Cayce was not a religious sort of woman. She wasn't entirely sure why she was heading to Aziraphale's prayer assembly, but it seemed ... appropriate, somehow, or at least useful.

She arrived a little before sunset and sat down towards the back of the room.

[soho_angel]

((Thought I caught everybody in one thread or another, but just in case, the meeting begins here.))

[oui_ministre]

Beaufort was, by virtue of being a minister in an entirely secular state, very quiet about his religion, but it didn't mean he wasn't religious, he just didn't see where it came into his work. It was an intensely personal thing, for him. However, here, which was quite possibly a work of God or something equally as out of his control, he felt rather obliged to turn up. It had, after all, been a long time since he had the time to attend any kind of religious service. Wars tend not to take Sundays off.

He arrived and had a quick look around, then sat a little forward of a woman he didn't recognise, but gave a polite nod anyway.

[caycep]

Cayce gave the newcomer a little wave. "Hi there. I don't think we've met before-my name's Cayce Pollard."

[oui_ministre]

Beaufort was a little surprised that she'd talked to him, but he certainly wasn't about to object. He got up and found a seat a little closer, "No, we haven't. I'm Jean-Etienne Beaufort and it's my pleasure."

[caycep]

"Nice to meet you, M. Beaufort. Where and when did you drop in from?"

[superherogifted]

Virgil usually went to church pretty regularly back at home, and he'd sort of been missing it. Seeing the announcement had pleased him, especially since the whole interfaith idea sounded like a really good idea. He dressed a little nicer than usual and arrived at sunset on the night of the service.

[soho_angel]

((Thought I caught everybody in one thread or another, but just in case, the meeting begins here.))

[slippedagear]

Sylar's still working on ways around the limits of the Park; he's beginning to suspect that the repetitive re-sets around this place are stretching time out beyond what he's perceiving.

He hates that.

So. New things to do, new people to torment, must be found. Even if he can't kill anyone.

Ahhhh. Look at this.

He read the notice with growing amusement, then snorted. Loudly.

And showed up in time to get a good seat, arms crossed at the back of the room.

[soho_angel]

Aziraphale nodded pleasantly to the young man on his way by to shut the doors. One would think considering his history that he would be more alert for the presence of vipers amid the flock, but he was was, alas, a trusting soul, and at this point he had no reason to suspect that this was the same fellow to whom Crowley had earlier mentioned teaching a pointed lesson.

((For the sake of keeping things neat, the meeting begins here.))

[late_born_myth]

It wasn't, perhaps, entirely tactful for a Greco-Roman deity to show up to a Judeo-Christian angel's assembly, but, well, it had said "interfaith," and Psyche was intrigued. She made an attempt to be circumspect about it, at least, by donning a plain, vaguely 20th century white shirt-dress, vanishing her wings, and dispelling any stray radiance in order to look much as she had as a mortal. Which was still, frankly, not what you'd call normal looking, but changing her face seemed inherently wrong to her, especially during prayer. The thought was there, anyway.

[late_born_myth]

Psyche laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, and then grinned back at Kira. "It seemed only polite. Worse than a really big hat at a crowded event, after all."

"How have you been, Kira?"