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Who: Aziraphale, Crowley and Kravitz
What: In a familiar show of bad decision-making, Aziraphale brings Crowley to the library to help. Chaos ensues.
When: Sometime in January
Where: Enso, in the library
Warnings: Language, probably

You know, if you ignore the ethereal sharks, the strange little thieving creatures, people coughing out flowers, the snow monsters, the exploding green things, the lack of modern civilized society-based resources, and the fact that they're trapped in a magical archipelago in an alternate dimension which somehow has the power to entirely change how your anatomy and entire nature works, this really isn't all that bad.

The angel's been slowly finding his place here. Which is not to say he's not holding out for some sort of miraculous escape back to the Earth he knows and loves, but, you know, adapt to your surroundings and all that. It's really not been easy, what with all the different islands and strange things happening every other week. Very strange things. Very strange, sometimes deadly things. Though, most times, they're mostly...awkward and uncomfortable. Which is its own kind of torture.

But he's found something that feels at least somewhat familiar: books! Specifically, the library. He's slowly making his presence there, trying to keep his criticisms to himself, and trying to help out as much as he can. There aren't really an abundance of resources or information or...anything, really, to make the place presentable, but by golly, he's not going to stop trying.

~~Mostly because he really needs something to do to keep away the waves of constant dread and worry that creep at the sidelines and threaten to wash over everything, God, please, anyone.~~

Today, he brings company! One very special demon, who was very nicely asked to put his powers to use to help improve the establishment and make it the best it can be.

"- And if we really put our minds to it, I'm sure we can get the library in tip-top condition in no time."

Enter scene. Hopefully Kravitz won't mind.

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As much as Kravitz is listening to Aziraphale, he's very invested in whatever Crowley is doing now that his brain has started saying it's Most Definitely Bullshit. The slit eyes and direct look do little to bother him, but he also has no direct evidence to call Crowley on, so he needs to continue to look like a reasonable person. It's the worst waltz in the world, and he intends to stop doing it as quickly as possible.

"Well, if that is the first objective, I have no oppositions. I trust your judgement on what you think might help." Kravitz is still watching Crowley hard enough that he feels like he's going to burn a hole straight through the book in his hand, but at least listening enough to keep up conversation. "If I were you, I would try in your tests to segment things down to simple items and go outwards. For instance, changing something's shape might be easier than making something another thing, or creating something wholesale. Perhaps something to investigate."

With all the talking, and the angel's inspection of the building, his walking around brings him to the scene between the demon and the reaper and he stops, arms folded behind his back. He stares at them both, and blinks.

There is a lot to take in, here.

"I believe that's...feasible. Er, is everything alright?"

The demon isn't reading a single word on that page, that much is for certain. There is a darling illustration though, he stares at it for a moment. At least until he doesn't feel Kravitz's eyes on him any more.

"Everything's fine." he says, without moving, "Pick your blessings carefully, I tire easily." Crowley continues, and right now, he's very tired of being treated like a child... even though he's acting like one.

Kravitz has his lips pressed into a line, but he's trying very hard not to be the first person to break into 'unreasonable' around here, so here he goes. He's incredibly close though, and addresses Aziraphale while still standing rigid.

"It's... fine. It's fine. What would you suggest? Have you done any tests to this before?" His bullshit meter is pinging hard, and it won't take much to set him off from here, but damn he's making the Biggest Attempt Possible.

Aziraphale looks at the two in front of him, slowly piecing together the tension that seems to have overtaken this section of the library. Crowley's face is far too close to that book. Kravitz is doing...something.

"Er...Blessings, as we discussed. Limited mending and healing, in the very least. Not sure what else, at the moment."

His eyes wander back over to Crowley, and the book the demon is holding. "What do you have there?"

Still trying to ignore the fact that Kravitz's eyes are burning a hole straight through the book and into Crowley's soul, he continues sitting stonefaced with the thing raised to eye-level, blocking that wretched stare out of his peripheral vision entirely. Aziraphale speaks, but it barely registers. Crowley is entirely consumed by pretending-to-read.

'What do you have there?' registers, and only because it's an out. Crowley lowers the book for that question, closing it neatly in his lap and giving Aziraphale a rather cultured look. "Just seeing if this is factually accurate." he replies. "Seeing as we've lived through it."

Unfortunately, Kravitz has too much pettiness to not just keep sending lasers in Crowley's direction, so that's going to continue to happen until he gets some answers or is sufficiently distracted. Neither of those things are accomplished with Aziraphale's words, meaning Crowley can continue to enjoy the stare of death-- or, well, at least death's personal assistant. Death's errand boy with a big knife. It's all the same.

"These books are from a variety of universes. There's no telling if it's history matches your own." He starts to walk towards Crowley, with the obvious intent to take the book from him. "But if you would like to check something out, I can help you by documenting it at the front desk."

At Crowley's answer, Aziraphale furrows his brow in utter confusion, which at least means his stare is nowhere near as cutting at Kravitz's. Such a point is only aided by the angel's next comment: "I thought you didn't like books."

And there's Kravitz, and the angel continues to look as clueless as ever, even though he seems to have at least gotten a whiff that something is going on in the first place. "Other universes?"

Crowley huffs, closing the book and tossing it atop the table beside him. "I don't want to check out your stupid books." he groans, then giving Aziraphale the proper Look for his comment, arms crossing before him. "Don't plan to take anything out of this building, but if I'm going to be stuck here all day I might as well find a way to entertain myself.

He's clearly irritated, Kravitz' laser vision and accusatory tones (despite how valid they are) driving him up a wall. He looks Death's errand boy with a big knife in the eye, snaps his fingers, and instantly a trickle of water falls from the ceiling of the library onto Kravtiz's head. Crowley smiles coyly as if he couldn't have possibly made that happen (except, you know, he very much did).

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