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fates_jaye

Angela! Hi! It's Jaye. Sorry I suck and haven't called and stuff, but Rory said you and Marty are coming back and yay. So, yeah. Hi. And hi for the last few weeks. Or something.

I've only had a little bit to drink, I swear.

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"Miss Chase, this is Aziraphale. I wanted to tell you how glad I am to hear that you're all right, and...well, I was hoping you would be willing to talk a minute about Mr Blank."

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Angela grabbed the phone, pleased to hear the angel's voice, but with a sink of despair in her stomach. "Is he all right?" she asked, not bothering with a greeting.

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"Oh goodness, my dear," Aziraphale replied hurriedly. "I didn't mean to frighten you. He's just fine, we were talking only a few minutes ago. I actually called you because I wanted to assure you that...well that there isn't anything wrong with him. No demons or possessions or anything like that."

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Relief flooded through Angela. "That's fantastic," she said. "Scary, because ... well, now I don't know what got me. But I'm really happy to be sure it wasn't him. Thank you for calling."

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"I'm certain it is frightening," Aziraphale agreed. "And I'm afraid all I can say is that we really are working on figuring it out. But you're very welcome, my dear, and I do hope that it makes you feel a bit better. If there's anything you need, just call me."

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"Thanks," Angela said, then realized there was something.

"There's one thing," she said, a little hesitantly. "I want to go into Special Collections at the library and look up how to tell if someone's a demon, because I know there are things people can do to be sure? But I don't work there anymore, so I need a teacher's note. Could you e-mail me something or write one for me to pick up from your office or anything?"

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"Oh, of course I will. I'll leave one tacked to my office door, for you to pick up whenever it's convenient. And that's an excellent idea, my dear. Hopefully the information you find will be helpful in keeping more people from being assaulted."

Aziraphale paused for a moment, thinking worriedly that there would probably be more attacks before they figured out who was behind them. "I'm sorry that these things are happening here," he finally said. "I...wish I knew how to stop it."

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"I'll let people know whatever I find," Angela promised. "Thank you so, so much."

She paused. "Me too," she said. "I was talking to Nadia, and it sounds like this ... thing ... has a lot of frightening powers. It's worse than an invasion."

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"You're welcome, Miss Chase. You know I'm always willing to do what I can to help with research." He frowned, and nodded, although Angela couldn't see that. "Yes...yes, much worse than an invasion, I'm afraid. This is secretive and uses our fear to its advantage. But we're working together now, as we should. And that's always been our greatest strength here in Fandom."

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"It really is," Angela assented. "Thank you again, Mr. Phale. I'm so glad you called."

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"You're welcome, Miss Chase. There'll be a note waiting (http://a-phale.livejournal.com/116403.html) for you whenever you need it. I'm glad you're all right."

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sith_happened

Now that Angelus was behind bars, Anakin had some calls to make. Being Anakin, of course these would go smoothly:

"Um, Angela? This is Anakin. I know it's the holidays and all, but Angelus with his normal excellent timing has decided to make a reappearance on the island. One of our Slayers put him in jail. I was kinda wondering if you remembered how he got a soul stuffed back into him the last time? Maybe?"

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Hey you. Hopefully you are back to normal now as well. I was hoping you might have time today for a little lunch? Meet me by the old tree out on the quad. I'll bring the food.

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peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter was speaking in a poorly disguised "official voice."

"Hello, Angela. This is the police. We know about the thing with the stuff that you did in the place. We have it on tape. Be warned, we're coming for you sometime!"

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This actually makes Angela nervous for almost a whole minute before she realizes she knows that voice and laughs.

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cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com

"Hi, this is Professor Abby and you're enrolled in Internet for Dummies this term. You're really going to need a computer for my class. If you don't have one and would like to sign one out from the school, please come to my office (http://cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com/3001.html) sometime today. Thanks!"

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Sometime on Thursday, a package appears outside the door to Angela's dorm room. It's wrapped in festive red and silver striped paper, and tied in a silver bow.

Inside is a photo album (http://www.jennibick.com/photo-album-lavender-beads.html) and a note.

Angela,

With wishes for a joyous holiday and a new year full of friendship and laughter, and many good times to build lasting memories.

James and Aziraphale

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In addition to the package, there was also a little bag of homemade fudge and gingerbread cookies, tied with a bright ribbon.

~~Because I forgot it the first time, woe.~~

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needsaparrot

[Incoming e-mail, sometime right before first period, NOT THAT YOU'RE GOING TO CHECK IT ANYTIME SOON BECAUSE YOU ARE BUSY BEING KIDNAPPINATED.]

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Angela? It's me. Bel's the one who's been screwing with us. Find me or a safe place.

Love you.

Then a forwarded message

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notstakedyet.livejournal.com

"Angela? It's Angel. Marty got bit by a gremlin again."

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"Hi Angel, it's Angela. We don't think it was a gremlin, but it was a 24-hour thing, and ... I think we're fine now. Um. Tell Cal not to kill him? Bye."

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Sometime during the day a package is delivered in a small blue box to Angela's room.

The valentine's card (which features two penguins cuddling) says:

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sorry I'm a slug and got sick. I'll make it up to you when I'm better.

Love,
Marty

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