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((We're going to get Sam dellamified and Chii wherever she needs to go here, but if anyone else would have a reason to need an angel following the assault on the park, feel free to chime in))

Following Ellie's arrival, Aziraphale stepped out the door of Club 33, somewhat relieved to turn Crowley and his miserable mood over to someone who might stand a chance of doing something about it. With that concern out of the way, he was now aware of subtle subliminal tugs that told him someone (maybe more than one person) out here in the park required the services of an angel.

The direction of the need was not immediately clear, so he began by setting off in the direction of the Cat's Eye Cafe in Tomorrowland. Little Chii would undoubtedly be confused by the power outage and perhaps frightened by the loud noises. (Had anyone thought to warn her what would be happening? Probably not. Drat, he ought to have done it himself, whether he was involved or not. Slipping, old boy, you really are slipping, he told himself.)

PHAIL -- I'm late, but LJ did not notify postage

Date: 2009-01-03 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ningyou-hime.livejournal.com
Chii, strangely, didn't know enough to be afraid of loud noises, and simply stared curiously, wondering what was going on. The lack of power was odd, too, and she tried flipping on the light several times before giving up and deciding that something had clearly gone wrong.

She was about to set off in the direction of the noises to see if anyone was there and ask if they knew what was going on, when she saw Aziraphale.

"Mr. Fell! What happened?" she asked, looking slightly worried as she approached him. "Nothing works any longer for me."

Date: 2009-01-28 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ningyou-hime.livejournal.com
Far from being frightened, Chii looked rather perplexed as she listened to Aziraphale, and studied their hands closely when he squeezed hers. What kind of gesture was that? What did it mean? Why did humans do it? The questions went on her mind, but she left them to answer Aziraphale's with a calm, "No. I am not frightened. But if everyone found a way out, they can go home now, right?"

Date: 2009-01-25 07:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
((Up to you when you want him to run into Sam and Starbuck.))

Walking on four legs, Sam learned, wasn't that difficult as long as you didn't think too hard about the fact that... well, you were walking on four legs. With hooves. As soon as he did stop and think about it, then his still-human brain got confused about the rearranged limbs and threatened to ruin his balance. It didn't help that Starbuck was staring at him. And trying not to. But who could blame her, really?

So he was walking and concentrating pretty hard on not concentrating too hard so that he could make it all the way to Club 33 and hopefully find Aziraphale. Not that there was any guarantee that the angel would be there. In fact, when he stopped to consider it was probably pretty likely that Aziraphale would be out doing something important instead of sitting around in Disney's private cigar lounge. It was a rather disheartening thought, but at almost the same moment he had it, he looked up and caught sight of the very person he was worried about not being able to find.

"Oh thank God," he said aloud. Literally.

Date: 2009-01-31 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com
Starbuck smirked, but couldn't readily bring herself to answer the question. Had this happened to her a year ago, she might have completely lost it. But here... it was par for the course, she supposed.

Besides, Sam did make an awfully fluffy animal. Sador was very confused about it. She stayed obediently at Sam's heels, though, looking about as worried as a dog could get.
Edited Date: 2009-01-31 06:35 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-01-31 06:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
Sador was making Sam's more llama-ish instincts kick in, and he shifted a little sideways on four legs before stopping himself. He snorted out of some very large nostrils.

"It's me, Mr. Fell," he said dolefully. "I got turned into a llama by some sort of Aztec witch-lady when Una and I went to blow up Sleeping Beauty's Castle."

Of all the strange stories he'd ever told, he was pretty sure that was the strangest.

Date: 2009-02-03 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
"Some sort of potion or something," Sam said with a now slightly more practiced llama shrug. "It was really bright pink."

He turned his long neck to follow Aziraphale's circle. "It isn't. I was... uh, looking for you, actually. Can you... help?"

He tried not to look too pathetic just then, but big llama eyes and a fuzzy face weren't conducive to looking nonchalant, especially when he was feeling as miserable and tired as he was. "I don't want to go home as a llama."

Assuming they were on their way to achieving that. He was trying to sound more positive than he felt.

Date: 2009-02-04 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
Sam closed his eyes.

"Sancte Angele," he whispered, "adiutor meus, ora pro nobis. Sancte Angele, praeses meus, ora pro nobis. Sancte Angele, illuminator meus, ora pro nobis.*"

The change from llama to human was rather more tangible to Sam than it had been the other way; maybe because he knew to expect it, or maybe just because Aziraphale's powers worked differently than Yzma's potions. Either way, he knew without looking that it had worked.

"Thanks," he said, tone heartfelt, and opened his eyes again to find that yes, he was human now, but there was still one key element of human verses llama that was decidedly missing. He flushed pink with a muttered, "Oh jeeze."

((*Holy Angel, my helper, pray for us. Holy Angel, my protector, pray for us. Holy Angel, my enlightener, pray for us.))

Date: 2009-02-07 10:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ningyou-hime.livejournal.com
Chii didn't understand a word of what Sam spoke, but she had been fascinated to watch Sam turn from some animal she didn't know into a person. A very naked person.

Her head tilted, Chii pointed at Sam and asked Aziraphale, "Why is this man naked? Being naked is bad. You are supposed to cover up."

Date: 2009-02-09 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com
"I don't know," Starbuck said, now well incapable of holding back a smirk, to say nothing of the giggles, "I'd say it's an improvement." And nothing she hadn't seen before, which happily helped with the embarrassment, she guessed. If you were going to do something you'd rather no one saw, now was probably the best time. It wasn't as though anyone would be able to make fun once they were--

Starbuck reflected that now was a pretty crap time to have the full gravity of their actions hit home. "Shit," she murmured under her breath, casting a look in Sam's direction that was likely more emotional than it should be, particularly given the comical state he was still in.

Date: 2009-02-11 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
Sam glared at Starbuck pointedly as his clothes reappeared, and uncrossed his arms from in front of himself to take Aziraphale's offered hand.

"Yeah, I know." he agreed, nodding at the angel. "Funny place to have your faith reaffirmed, really. But I guess stranger things have happened." He smiled a little awkwardly at the girl standing beside Aziraphale.


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