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[footnote]

[Dictated]

[Some kind soul had finally taken pity on the angel wandering around town looking for a bookshop he simply couldn't see, and led him right to the front door that seemed to somehow mysteriously materialise when someone else took him to it.

Having thanked them profusely and sent them on their way (after all, he didn't want to risk them becoming a potential customer), he started to sort through his stock. Oh, it was a little dusty, and a little damp from two years absence, but there was still something rather familiar to it. So familiar that he found himself not paying that much attention to what he was doing, instead focused on that feeling.

Which is how the journal came to fall out of his hand when a massive pile of books toppled over and clonked him right on the head. The only sound through the journal for a long time is crashing, thudding, and the occasional yelp of pain.

Before...]

Oh. Oh good gracious, I remember...

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[onlyanapple]

[What is he even doing now? Can't leave him alone for five minutes]

Remember what? What you did with the little piece of plastic?

[footnote]

[There is only silence on the other end for a moment, though it had an anticipatory air to it. Aziraphale was trying to sort through the bombardment of memories, attempting to come up with a reply which would convey the gravity of the situation... instead, something rather more indignant slips out.]

You encouraged them to mutiny against me!

[He just remembered the Jolly Roger.]

[onlyanapple]

[At least living forever means that you occasionally drop conversations for a few centuries, only to pick them up at random. This is old hat between them]

And you're surprised by this? After all this time? I saw an opportunity, and I took it.

[Wait]

You remember this place now? Suddenly. Just like that.

[footnote]

Yes.

[There's really no other way to put that to cushion the blow.]

It's a little like having my head stuffed with feathers.

[ooc: Sorry for the extreme wait, feel free to ignore this if you like <3]

[onlyanapple]

Feathers that are sticky and dirty and smell faintly of last night's vomit, I'm sure.

[footnote]

I wouldn't know.

[His reply was a little prim. Aziraphale was very particular about his feathers, keeping them well groomed and neat, the idea of anything so sticky getting there was enough to make him want to shudder.]

That's hardly the point, don't you think? I remember! It's quite remarkable...

[onlyanapple]

[Oh is he in for a surprise when Crowley eventually gets bored enough to throw honey down there for shits and giggles]

It's happened before. Usually it happens faster than this. 'Course, the caslte might be changing things up, especially for you.

Dictated

[bezazzled]

The Alamo?

[footnote]

The battle in 1836?

[That was a confusing topic of conversation, but perhaps she meant another Alamo. Surely she wasn't asking if he remembered it...]

[bezazzled]

Yeah! Isn't that what people usually mean when they say they remember? That or the fifth of November. Ooh! Or "Remember The Titans."

[Mabel stop]

[footnote]

[He is utterly bemused, but this is his natural state of being when dealing with children, so it's not too worrying.]

I know the rhyme about Guy Fawkes, if that's what you're referring to? And you're quite correct, it does have to do with remembering.

[He should give her encouragement here, shouldn't he? She obviously thinks she got it right.]

Ah, well done?

[bezazzled]

[It backfires and comes off as patronizing instead.]

You can just say that's not what you were remembering.

[footnote]

[And once again Aziraphale fails with children.]

Alright, it wasn't what I was remembering. You see, it seems I was here before.

[ooc: Sorry for the extreme wait, feel free to ignore this if you like <3]

[lucre]

[ This can be a little game; guess what the angel's remembered now. ]

When that show is meant to run?

[footnote]

Miss... Lucrezia.

[Her name comes out in a breathy sort of tone, wonder threading through his next words.]

No, our stories. I remember them, I remember everything. Gosh, I was here for quite some time, my library books will be very overdue by now.

[lucre]

[ There is a pause as she tries to comprehend that. Does he mean he suddenly remembers? She has only known those who returned with or without memories, not those without who suddenly find themselves with memories. ]

Ah. Then you remember how I prefer my tea.

[footnote]

[He feels a sudden rush of warmth towards her. By and large, he wasn't good with intimate displays of affection, and that she would express her happiness at his returned memories by brushing past it for tea was simply marvellous..]

I certainly do, my dear. You shall have to let me treat you to a cup soon, it seems we have much to talk about.

[ooc: Sorry for the extreme wait, feel free to ignore this if you like <3]

[lucre]

[ But bringing up tea is totally her way of displaying affection. Totally. ]

All of a sudden? I was afraid you might remember my flaws also.

[ ooc; never, your tags are so yummy ♥ ]

[footnote]

[Ah.

Well, now he's caught between a rock and a hard place. Of course he remembers her flaws, and to tell her that he didn't or that she had none would be a lie, and that was certainly frowned on by Upstairs. But to tell her that he did may offend her, it was hard to tell sometimes.

Not that the long and awkward silence is any better of a response really...]

Ahem.

[Change the subject, or... a previous subject, that was a good idea.]

You take it with sugar and a dash of milk, isn't that right?

[Smooth.]

[freeslider]

What? What do you remember?

[Something good, she hopes]

[footnote]

Everything.

[No wait, Aziraphale, that's not helpful.]

About here, I mean. It seems I used to live here a while ago, for quite some time, actually.

[ooc: Sorry for the extreme wait, feel free to ignore this if you like <3]

[freeslider]

So you left and came back, but when you did you had, like...amnesia?

[footnote]

Yes, I suppose that's accurate. Although usually the bump on the head is what causes amnesia, not cures it... curious.

[freeslider]

Yeah...I don't think jogging someone's memory was meant to be like that.

When were you here before? Oh! Hm, I guess you wouldn't be able to tell that, huh?

[footnote]

Yes, I'm afraid I'm not sure how long I was gone. But I spent almost eighteen months in the castle before, and I'm afraid I recognise very few faces now.