Haniel arrives, shenanigans ensue

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Date: March 28, 2003
Status: Private (Haniel, Aziraphale, Crowley)
Setting: The streets of London/a restaurant in Lower Tadfield
Summary: Haniel discusses business with Aziraphale. Or, y'know, not.

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As he wandered through Europe on what was technically a business trip but had turned out to have very little to do with business, Haniel decided that he liked the twenty-first century much better than he had the nineteenth. People seemed less wound up, at least in the ways they had been (and he felt rather disappointed that he'd missed the cultural revolutions in the 1960s, but no one was prouder of the humans for it than he). There was more acceptance, more openness—he hadn't seen a pair of men kissing in public since Greece, for Heaven's sake. That layer of grime that had always coated humans' perceptions of their bodies was still there, of course, sloughed off and replaced with something else, and he didn't like it...but, on the whole, he was enjoying himself immensely, basking in the general mood of humanity.

But he did still have an assignment to be sort of doing, and eventually he meandered into London. The Principality of Europe tended to station himself here (why, Haniel would never know, but then he'd never been much of a settle-down sort of angel), and Haniel hadn't spoken with him since the Industrial Revolution. Given how much the rest of the world seemed to have metamorphosized, he couldn't help but wonder if Aziraphale had gone along with it. His reports would just have to wait. He was curious. Mostly, he wanted to know how in God's name all of this...this had happened in two centuries.

Following Aziraphale's presence, Haniel wandered the streets, stopping at whatever happened to catch his interest and living up to his reputation among the Archangels as something of a magpie. Everything was so shiny these days.