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Part 10 of Crowley, Coffee and (Mis)Communication! It‘s time for a minisode~

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[Mistaken Identity] Chapter 1

Rating: General Fandom: Good Omens (Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett) Relationships: Aziraphale x Crowley, Aziraphale/Crowley Tags: Angst, Fluff, Heartbreak, Love, Georgian Era Summary: The year is 1797. King George has just gotten over a bout of illness and a member of the English royal family had just gotten married to a Duchess of Holland, so why not throw a masquerade ball to celebrate the occasion and invite all the noblemen and women of The United Kingdom and surrounding areas?

Crowley and Aziraphale meet at the ball. Crowley, though, mistakes some identities.

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ENGLAND 1797 Candlelight flickered over segments of intricate and boundless tiling, almost making it twinkle beneath the frilled edges of gowns and waltzing heeled shoes, lavishly gilded marble pillars adorned with various flowers joined the flooring to gilded balconies and up again to a florally carved and a gloriously painted plaster ceiling that supported the vast weight of what could well have been solid gold chandeliers that gleamed dully next to the candles that burnt in their arms amongst an abundance of crystal and diamond. Portraits of members of the English aristocracy adorned the walls and appeared with colorful landscapes and shining bright frames of bowls of fruits; apples, grapes, and bananas. A light summer breeze blew in through open windows which divulged any passers-by of the grandeur that the ballroom's event held.

Indeed. That night, at its very core, would be defined by the words grandeur and affluent.

George William Frederick, otherwise known as Mad King George in this modern day and had thrown a masquerade ball after marriage in the family and recovery a long bout of illness (although, his absence at the ball had arisen suspicions of deceit).

"I just absolutely knew that I'd see you here." "Oh, 'course. Wouldn't miss something like this." He looked at is companion briefly.

Two men stood by a pillar. One clad in deep wine knickerbockers, white high socks and a matching wine tailcoat with shiny new obsidian buttons the colour of crows down; had his hair in neat copper rolls fastened just above his ears and a low ponytail fastened with a black ribbon hung over the back of his collar. Over his face, he wore a finely crafted mask of mahogany red. Gold rimmed the dramatically flicked eye holes that were shaded with black glass so that his eyes weren't visible. Two golden snakes seemed to search curiously for his eyes at the sides of the mask that was tied neatly with a black lace bow. The other was dressed quite similarly, except his knickerbockers were a nice magnolia that matched his hair and he wore a waistcoat of sky blue. He wore his hair naturally short and took pride in the sheen of his polished and buckled shoes in the candlelight. His mask was made of white porcelain rimmed with thick silver swirls and ornate curves. Blue gems nestled themselves amongst the curls and caught the light in a way that looked almost like a halo at the top of his mask. It wasn't quite clear how he kept such a mask from falling off of his face without a fastening, but he was doing it.

Aziraphale took a small sip from his glass (he was drinking honey spirits) and smiled at his surroundings and the people. Maybe even at nothing in particular. He was just happy to be in the presence of fine people, fine food and Crowley. His eyes creased at the sides and his cheeks glowed. It had been the first time since Paris 1793 that the pair had seen each other. "It's really rather lovely, isn't it? All these people here, together. Having a wonderful time." The music swelled "Yesss, well," Crowley mused. "with all that going on out in France, they all need it." The corners of his mouth turned down, but he wasn't frowning, or upset. It was just a Crowley thing.

The pair of them spotted a young woman bashfully approaching Crowley from across the other side of the room amidst the flurry of dress fabric and petticoats. She was wearing a swan mask, made of the same porcelain is Aziraphale's. She had a pretty face, her deep blue eyes peered out of her mask with shy curiosity and her dark hair was the nest for a large swan feather. "Excuse me for being so bold, Count Crowley, but if you aren't occupied at the moment, I was wondering if you would like to dance?" Crowley turned to Aziraphale ever so slightly. "With...me." She clarified although both men (well, men shaped ethereal and occult beings) knew what she meant. Crowley accepted the invitation. It wouldn't do any harm to do some tempting tonight. "I suppose I'll see you later then, eh?" He shot a small smirk at Aziraphale before disappearing into the sea of expensive fabrics leaving Aziraphale alone with his drink.

The angel watched with content at the couples that swirled and waltzed and box stepped. It wasn't long before he himself was asked to dance by a young woman. He smiled, asked a butler to kindly hold his drink, adjusted his waistcoat and set off to dance under the twinkling candles.

The night was still young.

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Reflection

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Bingo! Which ones are missing?

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Cranking Up the Heat - Part 11

we're still going, baby *adds overstimultion tag*

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I live for the parallels!!!

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Maggie mirror

So I noticed that right before the ball, Maggie has a tartan bag that she's carrying with her. She also tends to dress in a lot of blues. Both Aziraphale colors.

But she also dresses in orange a lot. Her head band when Aziraphale comes to ask her about the song. Her sweater later on.

Who dresses in orange? No one. But Beelzebub wears an orange sash. It's a little easy to mistake it for red with the dark lighting Beez's scenes usually have, but it is, in fact, orange.

So Maggie is Aziraphale and Beelzebub coded.

She's awkward with her love interest, rather like both Beez and Azi: she's the proprietor of her own shop, rather like Beez and Azi. She tries to give her love interest a gift, like Beelzebub does to Gabriel, but it doesn't go as well. She gets locked in with her love interest, like Aziraphale does with Crowley, and refuses a drink, although it doesn't go as well for her then, either. I feel like there must be more parallels.

Is she a little bit demon and a little bit angel? Rather like another human we know? Say, someone like . . . Adam Young?

No clue. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe she's just meant to be worse at love then either Beelzebub or Aziraphale to highlight how in love those two are. Maybe it just means that humans are better than Heaven and worse than Hell in many ways. I don't know. I just noticed it, and thought I'd share. Maybe I'll have more ideas about it later. Maybe you have ideas about it?

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Minisode connections?

I think Maggie is a Mason. She wears a Masonic symbol on her necklace, and I suspect that's why she's sending records to a pub in Scotland -- connections to the lodge next door.

I think the Masons must have carved the Gabriel statue, probably from life. That's why they're called Masons, right? -- the first lodge was formed by members of the stone masonry guild in the middle ages.

Someone on Facebook mentioned she thought Elspeth didn't buy a farm. How difficult would such a thing be for an urban woman in that day and age? Instead she bought a pub. Which in later years got a jukebox.

One of the Mason sects that women are allowed to join are the Daughters of Job.

I don't know where all this leads, but I think there's a trail of breadcrumbs here.

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When Aziraphale lists the times he did the "I was wrong" dance, the first date he gives is 1650. I had fallen down the rabbit hole of Strong's Concordance and looking up all the significant numbers I could think of in the show thanks to this post:

1650 seems to be kind of a random date, as we saw Crowley rescue Aziraphale in both 1793 and 1941. Looking up 1650 on biblehub.com, it corresponds to the Greek word "elegchos," meaning "a proof or test." And a tap on the "Topical" tab on biblehub.com shows that Archbishop James Ussher "proved" that the earth was created in 4004 BC in 1650. DID AZIRAPHALE HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT? Is Aziraphale the reason Ussher got the timing wrong by nearly a quarter of an hour?? Did he let slip some major angelic intel that Crowley had to then help him resolve in some way?

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Drinks offered, accepted and turned down

The Metatron’s coffee (oat milk latte with unknown amount of almond syrup), as well as the whole business about it, is symbolic, I think most fans have agreed on that. It seems to me not only the drink itself is important, but the ceremony of offering and accepting/turning down a drink means a lot as well. When I think of it something archaic comes to mind: accepting a drink creates a connection and builds trust between people, and such exchanges have been symbolic in many cultures for thousands of years.

I’m not very good at drawing conclusions, but I would like to sum up all the cases when drinks are offered in season 2. So that someone more analytical than myself might have clever ideas. And I love making lists, they give an illusion of some control over this complicated narrative.

Aziraphale offers Jim some gross matter hot chocolate. Everyone remembers similar moments in  s1, right? Only this time Gabriel/Jim accepts, and it changes him, becomes an important element of his new personality.

Nina offers Maggie some wine and she turns it down in the weirdest way possible. ‘No judgement’ is already a judgement!

In the Job minisode Crowley offers Aziraphale wine and he turns it down. 

Aziraphale offers Muriel a ‘cuppertea’, and they do the most remarkable thing: they neither accept, not turn it down. They find a third way to go about it, and I absolutely love it. This is yet another small detail about Muriel which makes them so special and sets them apart from everyone - humans, angels, demons.

The barman in the Resurrectionist asks what Aziraphale will be drinking, and he doesn’t order anything. Baffles me every time, it's so not in his character and completely illogical in this situation. Everything is wrong and upside down in this episode. 

I mean, even Gabriel had enough wits to BUY drinks in the pub. Obviously later he tells Beelzebub  ‘You don’t actually have to consume it’, so it makes the drinks accepted but not taken - almost like Muriel's.

Crowley makes hot chocolate for Jim

The ’smitten’ conversation at Justine’s. Aziraphale turns Crowley’s wine down, AGAIN

Metatron’s coffee

May have missed something, but even like this it seems a lot. 

Not sure about the scene with Crowley and laudanum, it it definitely meaningful, but there was no offer. Another special case is Jim making his own hot chocolate. Precious 15 seconds of screen time are wasted devoted to an extremely informative scene where Jim makes the drink, drinks it and says ‘Ah!’. Whatever for?

More questions than answers as usual.

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I just....something that bothers me from time to time...Crowley knows that Heaven doesn't do choices, right? And that no matter what they agreed to after the botched execution, they still think of Aziraphale as Their Property, right? I just...he knows, doesn't he? Heaven. Doesn't. Do. Choices.

Not for angels anyway.

Re this:

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He is SO BRILLIANT. Especially under pressure. He knows, right?? Right??

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Two points in the middle of the night.

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The Kiss™ was the thing that actually sealed the Metatron's deal for Aziraphale. Without it he could possibly entertain the idea of staying on Earth, keeping a distance from Crowley, pretending that their 'de-facto partnership' wasn't that important, do it for millennia if necessary. But it is impossible now. The Metatron saw it. Aziraphale experienced it. That elephant really ties the room together.

2.

Also I saw a lot of takes (and I even agreed with them) that Nina and Maggie's reveal that they know about their relationship made Crowley feel safe. That he realized that everybody knows, nothing bad happens from it so they don't have to hide anymore.

But what if it didn't? What if this realization tipped him over the edge really? They are being seen! Watched even. And something wicked this way comes. And Aziraphale is somewhere out there having a chinwag with one of the most dangerous beings in the Universe.

Crowley certainly looks all wrought-up, electrified and not in a good way, he barely contains himself. And it's all before Aziraphale even has a chance to open his mouth. "It's better if I do all the talking and you do all the listening".

What's up with the urgency? A minute ago he was planning to take Az to the Ritz and have an extremely alcoholic breakfast. Why not save your confession till you are there? Or later in the bookshop, when you both are all soft and comfortable from the food, the drink and the relief of getting rid of the danger for now? Maybe because you didn't actually get rid of it even temporarily? Maybe because it is staring you in the face dripping saliva?

They are being watched. This is the realization he gets from the conversation with the girls. "It's better if I do all the talking and you do all the listening". He got plenty of experience of Aziraphale not listening to his warnings of danger this season. He can't let it shoot past those fluffy ears this time. It's urgent. They have to run before it's too late. But it is always too late.