it resulted in seventeen blackouts

[notjamesbond]

[There's the sound of shuffling, as if someone is walking around and not caring much about how loud he is sounding over the journal.]

It's got to be around here somewhere...

[The voice is of one (1) Newton Pulsifer who just happens to be looking for the second part to his Christmas gift. He had misplaced the first part, a key with a small note as to the location of its lock, in his disorganized room a while, and had only just found it after tripping over his stack of books about computers. Time to set things straight, once and for all. He turns the corner, and there's a pause, before:]

Oh! Dick Turpin! It's...Dick Turpin.

[The tone of his voice sounds exactly like the one referred for a really old friend you haven't seen in a while, until you remember that that old friend was the same one who nobody else gets and who constantly humiliates you in public with their existence because they're just that weird.]

Well, you don't look too bad for being out here for a couple months...

[There's another pause, and then an entirely different voice, smooth and sounding a tad bit artificial, speaks up.]

Rain patters the ground
Cleansing away small sorrows
Time for a quick wash.

[Newt can't help but let out a wry laugh.] You haven't changed at all, have you?

[ooc: And so, Newt has been reunited with his car, Dick Turpin, from back home. It recites haikus. We are not joking here.]

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[notjamesbond]

[A pause, then a sort of mumble:]

Because it holds up traffic.

[thwarting]

[It just so happens Newt has found the only person in the world to find that joke hilarious.

Aziraphale laughs... a lot.]

[notjamesbond]

[He lets out a shaky laugh in reply, unsure whether to feel glad that someone's got it, or unsure because that someone happens to be Aziraphale.]

Yeah...heh. No one's ever asked me why I called it that, Guess people got it on their own

[thwarting]

...very good, very witty.

[He's still chuckling, doing it in that slightly wheezing chortle of the middle aged pipe smoker.]

[notjamesbond]

Ah, thank you?

[DOES AN AZIRAPHALE COMPLIMENT COUNT AS A REAL COMPLIMENT OR NOT? He'll take it because as far as he knows, a compliment is a compliment either way.]

By the way...do you have a car, Aziraphale? I know Crowley has one...

[thwarting]

Me? No, Heaven forbid, dear boy.

[He had owned a car briefly in 1953, but had decided that traffic jams were not conducive to remaining in a holy mindset for very long. So he had sold it and got a nice new radio instead.]

Crowley gives me a lift if there's somewhere I need to be.

[notjamesbond]

Oh. Hmmm. That's interesting.

And Crowley doesn't mind you being in the love of his life?

[thwarting]

I think that may be putting it a little strongly...