[Joint Post]

[exensis]

[It would have been a dark and stormy night, if there was weather on the Plane-as it was, the very nature of the air shifted as the two appeared. Claustrophobic. Heavy. The dark promise of Evil to Come. The air trembled with malice as the first spoke.]

...I do think he was referring to you on that last bit. [Aziraphale and Crowley are on the Plane

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[fireintothesky]

[She blinks.] Crowley, why are you wearing a lab coat?

[Pause. Because she just called him Crowley. What else would you call him?] Oh... right. Of course.

[exserpens]

Beats me. I'm slightly more concerned about the disembodied voice following us around, and the fact that it's entirely delusional.

[fireintothesky]

Disembodied voice? [Tilts her head back again.] You mean that person that keeps talking to us?

[exserpens]

[Perhaps he had said too much...]

Would you stop that?

[exserpens]

[looks at Aziraphale blankly]

"I'm an angel"?

[exensis]

Well I am! Can't be evil if I'm an angel, can I?

[ghostlighter]

[Just rolls his eyes. e-e]

[exensis]

What?

[firedprince]

... Uh.

[What the hell? Not only are they all dressed strangely, but there is something invisible talking to them.]

[fireintothesky]

Um. Hello.

[firedprince]

What's... going on?

[fireintothesky]

...what do you mean?

[livingchalk]

Is something wrong?

[ghostlighter]

A lot of things are.

[livingchalk]

Which one followed you?

[ghostlighter]

Which... one what?

[contract_star]

[Hei appears wearing a lab coat, big, dorky, thick-rimmed glasses, and an expression that clearly says that he currently hates the entire universe. Mr. Narrator soon follows:]

[Enter Hei, a brilliant, if standoffish, researcher for Heav & Hel Industries--]

No I'm not. Why am I wearing glasses? [Takes them off and squints at the Plane before slipping them back on.] Dammit.

[Hei works for Aziraphale and Crowley--]

No I don't.

[--and is the brother of Henrietta and Chris.]

What?!

[Really, you people are impossible to work with. Here I am, trying to do my job, and all I get are interruptions! I tell you--]

Shut up! Just shut up! [Glares daggers at the aforementioned.] Someone, explain what is going on, now.

[ghostlighter]

Hei! [Looking a bit... not desperate, but at least somewhat thankful he's here.] Please tell me you don't think we're brothers.

[contract_star]

[Snaps,] Of course not.

[ghostlighter]

Good. Everyone else doesn't seem as convinced. [... quirks a brow.] Nice glasses...?