"I'm Purgatory's representative on earth"
Eric checked his list
"How is Hell's suburb these days?" Michael asked
"We actually prefer Limbo, these days." said Nyāya
"You are here for the discussions?" Shax asked.
"Rowed over for them this morning. Cato is mooring the ship"
"God's waiting room attendant." Eric read and pointed to the table
"Love you too." Nyāya slipped into his chair. "Has Metatron arrived yet?"
"He is grabbing a coffee" Michael sat on the third side of the table.
"Can we start?"
"We can"
"Agreement one. Any one of us can find a unmoveable position and stomp off saying "This is ridiculous. I'm not sitting here listening to this nonsense" and we can start again tomorrow."
"This is ridiculous. I'm not sitting here listening to this nonsense. Gotcha" Eric wrote on his notebook.
"Well, if you feel that way, then we can agree to meet tomorrow" Nyāya stood up and left.
Aziraphale was moving chairs along the side of the great hall. Or Community Centre, as the sign outside said. He was carrying the miracle stopping card. Mostly to stop the potential demons on the other side of the large room from turning him into a turnip or an inkwell. But, being a non-napus being (currently, never say never) he had to move the chairs from storage to the hall. Via the stairs. Two at a time. He made sure each was dusted and straight, before going to the downstairs storage room again. He had all the time in the world, the dance couldn't start until the band arrived.
Crowley was driving round the roads of the identical crescents, squares, wynds and ways of Limbo. All were dead ends and teeth achingly perfectly manicure gardens. Not a leaf, blade or bloom out of place. How long did the gardeners have to yell to achieve it? He couldn't imagine. And he had a fantastic imagination. He had imagined his car to Limbo and that he could find a band for a dance by driving around with the window open.
He didn't have much time. The time he spent here, was trebled on Earth. He had promised to review a chap stick and joined a challenge to film his favourite socks. He would have to be more careful where he clicked from now on.