Flower Shower~

[dancingonapin]

Who: Aziraphale and anyone he bumps into
Where: Everywhere! All the homes he can visit and along the paths of flowers he's picking.
When: Morning to late afternoon
Style: I'll match
Status: Open
Warnings: None, except a lot of cute flowers

[Aziraphale is out for a nice, brisk, morning walk after a relaxing night of reading when he discovers flowers blossoming all over the place, out of cracks and over sidewalks, petals stretched up to greet him.

His eyes grow wide, and before he can even think about what those flowers might be doing there the angel is suddenly gripped by the raging urge to turn them into gifts, as many gifts as possible. He begins picking them, rows upon rows of them, mystically able to store them safely in his coat while he gathers them. He takes them back to his apartment, making bouquets out of them, crowns and bracelets, necklaces, and tiny clusters tied up with ribbon, as many as he can possibly make.

He then distributes them to as many apartments as he can, and to those he knows personally (Crowley, Johnny, Katsu, and Amane) he will be ringing their doorbells and waiting for them to answer so he can deliver their gifts face to face. They will be getting the especially big bouquets and fancy flower jewelry.

Aziraphale will repeat this process when he runs out of flower gifts, so feel free to run into him while he's either picking more flowers or delivering them at doorsteps. The flowers will stay plenty fresh all day thanks to a little bit of encouragement from the angel.]

Comments

[unshelledbullet]

I've never met her. In fact, I'm pretty sure she went missing before I even arrived here.

[He pauses. He's been here...seven months now?]

I think there are some people who are researching this place. It would be better if you asked them instead.

[dancingonapin]

You'e right. I suppose I shouldn't be all too concerned considering this has been a rather relaxing vacation for me so far. [He stretches a bit, smiling pleasantly.] I'm sure even the worst of events doesn't compare to the dreadful situation I was in at home.

[unshelledbullet]

Same here. Nothing nearly as bad as where I come from.

[But that just makes him wonder if time is passing in his world.]

[dancingonapin]

You're making me curious as to what kind of dangers existed in your world, you know... [He laughs a bit, clutching his flowers close.] I mean, according to Crowley our own world returns to normal shortly after when I happened to leave it... but still, you don't really get flowers like these in a small bookshop in London.