[⛤ VIDEO #1 ]

[sparkofgoodness]

Soooo, that was unpleasant.

[ Crowley is recording while sat at a desk with a few books scattered around. It's clearly Odinhaus, to anyone who has been inside, and also clearly Aziraphale's to anyone who recognises it.

This is not especially a surprise to anyone else who lives there, given that his voice can probably be heard from somewhere in it nearly all the time. ]

Tree thing. Bad tree. Gnome thing, too, very weird -- wouldn't expect that of gnomes, kidnapping people and all. Thought they just hung around in gardens and looked after princesses.

[ Isn't that right? It's possible Crowley's information is, uh, irrelevant. ]

Anyway, speaking of trees -- I did learn something about the other tree. The, uh, main big tree.

[ The name has a lot of letters and he keeps getting it wrong ]

Big, important tree.

[ A sedate, if slightly frustrated background voice says Be clear you're talking about Yggdrasil. It's definitely Aziraphale's voice. ]

Yeah, that one. So, turns out the uh... whole... absorbing you without the bracelets thing might have something to it. Or, at least, the tree definitely does that -- I mean, less absorbing and more... unravelling you, sort of... permanently... from having ever existed. Little bit murkier on if it's definitely connected to the jewellery not being worn, but proving that seems... difficult.

[ 'Hey, do you mind taking off your bracelet to see if you get permanently deleted from history' seems a bit of a hard sell. ]

Anyway, interesting though. Weird, but interesting. Oh! Another thing --

[ Crowley turns his recording so there's a quick pan of some of the tiny room in Odinhaus. ]

Bit pokey, aren't they? These little dorm rooms. Feel like I'm in a budget hostel.

[ It isn't... that bad... ]

Has anyone moved out of these places? Must be other places you can live.

[ Aziraphale's voice pipes up again: Other places you might live where company is allowed overnight, he specifies. Crowley shoots him a slight frown off screen, tries to act relaxed about this correction. ]

Yeah, you know, places you don't get kicked out early.

[ Right. That. ]

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[sparkofgoodness]

[ It's time for more technicalities. ]

Was quite a long chat, about ten minutes. You know, long for him I suppose. Interesting stuff, interesting guy!

[iustise]

[John doesn't have to know you very well to understand that you are withholding information. But if you're not going to give it over, there is only so much he can press.]

So what you are saying is that Odin has relayed to you that if we are to somehow remove these bracelets, which we seemingly cannot do on our own, then... We will erase ourselves from existence?

[sparkofgoodness]

Not just your current existence, from ever having existed at all. Fun little trick, really.

[ It isn't fun at all. ]

[iustise]

I must ask you bluntly sir, but. You were skeptical of the gods before. What has changed that you believe their words now?

[Unless there was some sort of practical demonstration involved. Please, Crowley. You can't honestly expect him to believe that this was all relayed through a conversation.]

[sparkofgoodness]

[ He takes a deep breath, lets it out in a slow, thoughtful exhale. ]

Don't necessarily believe all of them.

[ Still hedging. ]

Seen a lot more weird things, though. It all adds up.

[iustise]

[John isn't certain that there isn't more to this story but Crowley has made it clear that whatever it is, he's not going to share.]

Indeed.

[Shaking his head, he decides to focus again on the other man's second topic at hand.] 

Regardless, I do hope you find somewhere more appropriate for both yourself and Mr Fell. The current restrictions on the housing they've supplied us with are most unfortunate.

[sparkofgoodness]

[ See, this is a safer conversation! ]

Bit much, yeah. Would prefer to be able to drink a little later, rather than having to cut it all off early.

[iustise]

[Because that's clearly all that Crowley is looking for, in moving in with Aziraphale. A drinking partner...]

Do the pair of you know each other from your home world, then?

[Is this really a safer conversation though, Crowley, is it really?]

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Well... it isn't exactly dangerous yet. ]

Yeah, known each other a long time. Met through work.

[iustise]

[Not yet.]

Ah, the pair of you work together.

[It's all starting to come together.]

What sort of business are you in, if I may ask?

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Err, well. ]

Recruitment consultant.

[iustise]

Recruitment?

[That's a terribly vague answer if ever he's heard one. Unless this is new and modern terminology referencing something he doesn't quite understand, which wouldn't be the first time coming from Mr Crowley.]

I am going to go out on a limb here sir and assume you do not mean into the military, at least.

[Neither of them really seem the type. Not even as consultants.]

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Err. Well. Technically there was an... element of that, but. ]

Big multi-national organisation, private sector.

[ There, that'll do. ]