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[mr_phale]

[There's a moment of quiet that stretches just a little too long, before Aziraphale speaks up in a rather strained tone.]

Well, this is certainly... unpleasant.

[Master of understatement.]

Er-- I think perhaps I ought to say something about the virtues of patience and endurance, but honestly, it's difficult to take that seriously at the best of times. I only hope that those of you who are able to, er, get about, are willing to aid those who aren't.

Crowley, you might bring some towels.



[ooc; fml please pretend this was earlier in the day .-. and augh backtags tomorrow. He's stuck with Dulcie's bleedy gunshot wings.]

Comments

[itsjustafruit]

Aziraphale, what have you done to yourself?

[brobeforehos]

It's the general reaction, considering the circumstances. Those who can, help - is what I mean.

[justamessenger]

Are you okay?

[candothat]

Are you hurt badly?

[mr_phale]

I haven't done anything. Er, the City, on the other hand...

[mr_phale]

That, at the least, is some small consolation.

[mr_phale]

I-- er. Seem to have acquired some injuries. But I expect I'll manage.

[mr_phale]

Badly enough that I doubt I shall be much help to anyone else, but. Er, I think I will be all right on my own.

[candothat]

But are you certain? I can help.

[mr_phale]

It's-- well, I simply think it would be best if I were to avoid moving too much.

Action

[itsjustafruit]

[Here comes Crowley with a pile of black towels.]

Now that's just crass.

[candothat]

Yes, of course.

[About... three seconds later:]

I should maybe stop making you answer messages.

[brobeforehos]

It's doing something, at least. Even if that just means smuggling sweets into the hospital...

[justamessenger]

Are they bad?

Action

[mr_phale]

[The colour is a good choice, they won't have to wish any stains away. Aziraphale is sitting very carefully, his wings folded as tightly as he can manage under the circumstances. They're characteristically unkempt and bleeding sluggishly from his borrowed wounds.]

I don't like to imagine how this might have happened.

[mr_phale]

Every little bit counts, I'm certain.

[mr_phale]

Er, not... fatal, I don't expect. But I doubt I will be going anywhere until midnight.

[mr_phale]

It's all right; I fear there's not much else I can manage.

[candothat]

Do pain medications have an effect on angels?

[mr_phale]

Er. I've not tried, but I expect it would be a bit like alcohol.

[candothat]

What is alcohol like?

[brobeforehos]

What about you, sir?

[valentineluke]

Want time off or wait and see if it passes in twenty-four hours?


(OOC - assuming he's had circus job all this time)

[justamessenger]

I think they might kinda be my fault. Sorry.

[mr_phale]

Oh, I expect I'll be all right, really.