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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Date: April 23, 2001
Setting: Lhasa, Tibet
Status: Private - Ellie, Aziraphale, Asmodeus
Summary: Now that we've landed...



"On to Gyantse, Shigatse, Lhatse, Tingri, Rongbuk, Nyalam, Zhangmu... are we interested in going to Kathmandu? It is, after all, in Nepal, but as it's a very natural progression west it may be beneficial to look there..." Musing, the angel pored over maps and brochures even as young would-be guides clustered around them, offering to take their suitcases or handbags in exchange for a small sum back to their hotel - which, of course, they did not have one and, if they started searching at once, would not need one.

It stood to reason, judging by the small bags each carried, that they weren't particularly wealthy passengers, and therefore unlikely to attract too much attention being out and about, but still.

"Where first, do you suppose?" Aziraphale asked thoughtfully. "Search 'round here for a bit or go off to one of the further west cities?"

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[aeshma-daeva.livejournal.com]

When he heard the radio click on and Elvis start crooning that was the end of his eavesdropping. He slid into the shadows becoming as immaterial as them and quickly took off before the Principality even flung open the door. He didn’t have enough information to go on, but he’d find it all out later. Right now, he’d have to find the child and see if he could talk to her.

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

The presence dissipated, and Aziraphale immediately felt foolish, peering up and down the hallway when it was clear there was no one there anymore. That is, of course, barring the odd servant, one of which who stood there, looking curiously at him.

"It's, er, perfectly all right... there was a bee," he explained, trying in vain to straighten his clothing. "A really... big one."

Uncomprehending, the man shrugged at him, and walked off, even as Aziraphale made a vague mental note to look up 'Tibetan Bumblebees' or lack thereof.

It was obvious that there was no one still there, but Aziraphale still looked, trying very desperately to seem as if he was innocently exploring the premises, which included one very dirty janitor's closet that was nearby.

He trudged back to the room, feeling awkward and paranoid, and walked around, sorting out the few misplaced items and shutting off the radio before opening the closet door.

"I apologize for that, my dear."

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"It's all right," Ellie said, stepping out of the closet with relief. "You're more sensitive about some things than I am, I know. What was it, do you think?"