2nd Book || But He Was Intelligent [open]

[manicuredangel]

Who: Aziraphale and anyone
Where: The Library
When: Early Evening pretty much any day. ffff
Rating: Shouldn't be more than PG13
Summary: Aziraphale has found the library and is setting up camp there basically.
The Story:

It was probably a mistake for Crowley to have told Aziraphale about the library. He spent every evening and night here amongst the books, reading. The angel did not like change. And ending up in Wonderland suddenly was indeed a big change. The only thing that kept him calm were the books (and the copious amounts of red wine he consumed since arriving here). He would explore some in the morning but he would always make it back to the library in the late afternoon and remain there until it was morning again.

He was no closer to finding a way out than when he got here. But at least he had new books to read and old books to reread and he could immerse himself in books.

Comments

[crybabybootleg]

There he goes with the 'dear' again. Strange. But it could be so much worse. The guy could be angry with him. So Jacuzzi nodded honestly, eyes sliding this way and that about the library.

"I just found myself here not too long ago- I'm not sure where this is, exactly. And I wound up carrying this thing..." He pulls a small device out of his pocket and turns it over in his hands with confusion. "But it's definitely not mine. What I mean t'say is, I'm not trying to trespass on anything! I wound up here by total accident."

[manicuredangel]

"I haven't been here in Wonderland for very long myself, to be honest. Have you found a room for yourself yet?"

[crybabybootleg]

"Ahh, shucks, no, I didn't know we could just pick one!" Jacuzzi blinked, bashful. "...or if I'm supposed to check in like at a hotel, or speak to some landlord?"

He rubbed awkwardly at his sleeves, "I- I honestly wasn't even planning on spending the night or anything!"

[manicuredangel]

"If I've learned correctly, you just pick an empty room." He shook his head slightly. "If I had my druthers I wouldn't be staying here myself. I'd much rather be back in my shop."

[crybabybootleg]

"I've got my gang I really need to get back to." He says with an uneasy scrub at his neck, so fondly worried and earnest that one would think he's talking about a group of backlot kids who spend lazy summer afternoons together in a peaceful suburb, and not a legitimate band of several dozen young delinquents who run liquor and explosives and other illegal activities through the rougher streets of Chicago and New York.

"So if there's anyways I can hop a train or get some directions outta this neighborhood, I'd appreciate it. And if we've really got no two ways choice about it... can I at least send a telegraph or something?"

[manicuredangel]

"We all have things to get back to, I believe." He smiled a bit sadly. "But I've not found a way out and neither has my companion."

[crybabybootleg]

Jacuzzi winced- that wasn't particularly hopeful news, but... he tried to look on the bright side, and not let his eyes go watery with worry.

Keyword tried.

"Well... lucky you're here with friends, at least?" He sniffed, blinking between rubbing furiously at his eyes. "I'm gonna keep looking, myself."

[manicuredangel]

"As am I. I want to leave this place with Crowley. Sooner rather than later would be nice."

[crybabybootleg]

The young man looks up fearfully "What happens if you try and go outside? Do they have guards?"

[manicuredangel]

"Not that I've seen. This place seems to loop back in on itself."

[crybabybootleg]

"What, like... you go round in circles?" Talk about feeling like a caged rat! And who'd have thought he'd feel more trapped in one big house than in the back alleys of New York.

"Th-this is all really intimidating!"

[manicuredangel]

"Essentially." He shrugged. "It's rather frustrating."