My person was right. They shut her office down to one-quarter staff, so she now has a very staggered schedule. Almost everything else is closed and now she needs to use that mask pattern she downloaded to make masks for herself and us in case we need to go out, too.
Not that I'm complaining, really. It just makes it hard being a travel doll if one can't travel.
Plus we just got an email from Amazon saying that the CD we preordered back in January will be shipped later than expected, and they don't have a date. Which might not suck so badly if it wasn't the Psychedelic Furs first CD since 1991......
"Need a hand expressing how you feel?"
You would think I'd be used to this whole detachable option parts thing after six years, but no....
"Atta girl..."
"Hey, Crowley? Shouldn't you and Aziraphale be out there taking care of this whole pestilence thing?" Fawn said.
"It didn't miracle away. Believe me, we tried," he said."That virus is worse than glitter when it comes to getting all over everything. And I should know. I'm the one who came up with it."
"The coronavirus?" Fawn looked at him.
"No, glitter. I don't do pestilence,"
Like I mentioned, we've had a couple of new arrivals in spite of everything...
This is Lily, which she says is short for Lilith. She's a pixie. I asked her if she was related to another pixie of Fawn's acquaintance, but she changed the subject.
Daisy is happy to have someone else her size here.
That's the happy bit.
The not-so-happy bit is that my person also adopted a doll named Lenore. That in itself is not the unhappy part. The unhappy part is that Lenore didn't want to leave her former home. She, like Fawn, was one of the old Wylde Kingdom's residents. She always believed that she'd be the one who'd be there forever. But things change, the Kingdom is no more, and it was decided that for Lenore's sake, she needed a new home.She isn't happy,
Worse, my person is the one who adopted Fawn six years ago. Lenore always hated Fawn. Now Fawn, for her part, is more than willing to let all that go and start over. But Lenore isn't having it.
So yeah, not good....
"Dear, really now. You know it was for your own good. You didn't want
to be an only doll now? Especially not one stuck in a box. That's no fun for anybody." Aziraphale, trying his angelic best to smooth things over.
"Yeah, well, I sure didn't want to come here. I think I'd rather be in a box."
"I'm sure we could arrange that." Crowley said, looking around.
My person, who was sitting between them, started to scold Crowley, but Fawn shook her head ever so slightly. There's a method to their madness - when they don't forget which one of them is using the single brain cell they apparently share, that is.
"Leave me alone, okay?"
"No, not okay." Crowley came over. "Now you listen to me, young lady. There are a lot worse things than being here, okay? Being discorporated, for one.""You were discorporated?"
"Totally. And because freaking Gabriel and Hastur were in on it. guess what? We can't get bodies back. Not now. So we're here. My plants are probably all dead and I don't know what's happened to the angel's bookstore, but at least we're here and together. So lay off the moping around bit, okay? You might actually find out you like it here."
"And if my dad's in love with an angel, I'm sure you can be friends with Fawn," Indy added, coming over as Crowley stalked off in a pretend huff.Something tells me it's a good thing my person is going to be around here most of the time for now. Because she may need to mediate.....
~*~
Bonus pic #1 - Lenore arrived bearing books. We promptly lost Aziraphale for the rest of yesterday afternoon....
Bonus pic #2:Crowley, having been summoned: "What the fuck, Indy?"
Indy: "Next time answer your phone, dad."
Bonus Pic #3: "I'm sure this can be more sonic."
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