written; forward dated to much much later in the evening

[allaboutattitude]

Anybody care to give a girl the 411 on this place? Micah, Nana, Damon are any of you out there? Somewhere?

... Well this is probably a long shot but Bob Bishop are you out there? Or Mohinder? This is Monica D. 

I really hope I'm not just writing this to myself... [ the scratched out line is still legible. ]

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[allaboutattitude]

Uh- [ Somebody taught her not to meet up with strangers. But, then again, she could probably kick his ass if he tried anything funny. ] Sure.

What's your name?

[thwarting]

Aziraphale, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Could you tell me where you are, and I'll come to you?

[allaboutattitude]

You too.

I'm in my room right now. But I can meet you in the lobby, if you want.

[thwarting]

That sounds marvellous, I'll meet you there in a few minutes.

[And sure enough, there is a plump man in golf trousers and a plaid sweater waiting there.]

[allaboutattitude]

[ Monica's changed into new clothing that was in the closet in what was, apparently, her new room here. Simple jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers, she doesn't think she stands out all that much.

She makes her way to the lobby, checking out the people there. The man looked like the only one waiting there, while others passed through as if they were just on their somewhere. ]

Aziraphale?

[thwarting]

[The beaming smile he gives her in welcome seems to make the air around him hum with contentment - in fact, he's a little over-zealous and a few drab couch cushions changed into rather snazzy throws.]

Quite right, and you must be Miss Monica?

[allaboutattitude]

Yep. [ Whoa- whoa- what? She points at the recently changed cushions, confused. ]

Did you do that?

[thwarting]

[Glancing back at the throws, he gives a guilty little smile.]

...they look better like that, don't you think?

[allaboutattitude]

Can't argue with that. [ fo' sho'. ]

[thwarting]

Now, how about we sit down and talk this out over some tea?

[allaboutattitude]

Sounds good to me.

[thwarting]

[He gestures to one of the little tables in the lobby, settling himself down with a smile.]

Now, why don't you try wishing for some tea?

[allaboutattitude]

Uh- excuse me? [ glances around, unsure ] What good would that do?

[thwarting]

Please, just trust me.

[allaboutattitude]

Uh- okay. [ she glances around, sighs, then holds out her hands and closes her eyes. Alright, I wish for some tea. the placement of something in her hands nearly makes her jump, and she sends an accusatory look aziraphale's way. ]

Did you do that? [ why hello tray of tea things in her hands, nice to meet you ]