Park Attack Aftermath (RP: Azi, Sam, Chii, Others?)

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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.)

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"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.

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Aziraphale's eye widened at Sam's invocation. "My word," he said wonderingly as the boy resumed his proper shape, "I didn't think there were still any young people who knew that..."

Then he blinked at Chii's question, and blushed slightly himself as he realized his error. "Er. Quite right, Chii, so it is. Terribly sorry, dear boy, I, um..." Waving his hand, he manifested Sam's usual ensemble around him (more or less. The cheerful tartan socks currently concealed by the trouser legs would be a nice surprise for later.) Then he extended a hand to help Sam up.

"I certainly will," he added soberly. "Always. But you know it pleases Him best when it's addressed to Him directly."

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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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"Ineffable, as usual," the angel observed, and then realized he was being rude. "Oh--Sam, please allow me to present Miss Chii. Chii, this is Mr. Samuel Winchester, and...his lovely friend to whom I have not yet been introduced." He smiled pleasantly at Starbuck.