driftfleet | 004 - Friends in Low Places

Who: Crowley and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Right now!

[Crowley isn't in his usual place, lounging before the communications array aboard the Pathstone. Today, he seems to be wandering one of the big, empty spaces within the Iskaulit, looking around him with a small level of appraisal. ]

Back in Paradisa, there were a number of bars around the place. Gave people a place to go spend time, drown their sorrows, maybe people watch, or just sit in a corner and ignore the fact they were trapped in a magical soul-eating castle. One of my favourite places was a bar called the Lux. Great place, that.

[He wanders over to one part of the room, holding one hand out like he's trying to judge the space. ]

Discounting the fleeting places we end up on our travels, we haven't got anywhere like that here. Our own Drift Fleet captives place. Seen as we have this floating lot of empty space following us now, we might as well use it. So this is me, laying claim to this space for a bar that will be named at a later date. Something classy, I think.

Of course, work isn't my thing, so anyone interested in joining me in this grand and marvellous enterprise? I'd say I'll make it worth your while, but I think having our own bar will do that all by itself.

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True, an added bonus. I admit I would very much like to support our own than spend everything at the waystations.

Of course you would. It's about looking after ourselves.

Indeed. If we cannot come together and support each other, then who can we count on? It is like at Paradisa - we must come together in some way to survive this.

Hm, and at least our enemy here has a voice, and not just a creepy one that whispers in the night.

Does it? I know that someone does in fact speak to us, but I have seen no real proof to indicate that it is connected to what brought us here. Though I can see little reason why it would not be either.

Hm, suppose you have a point. Still, it's a touch less mysterious.

Or maybe more, depending on how you look at it.

I still cannot grasp why a whole universe of people would want to sit and watch us go about our lives. Surely we are not that interesting - especially between planets.

People will watch just about anything. Even other people sitting in a room. They'll call just about anything entertainment.

Really? But... why? If that is the case, why not just go to a park and watch people that way?

Because why go outside when you can do it all from the comfort of your own sofa? Probably in your underwear, too.

It sounds even more ridiculous when you put it that way.

There you are. And these are likely our audience.

_{[ He made a rather disgusted, something involving his tongue and the
back of his throat. It was a rare sound for him. ]}

I hope my world never sees a future such as this. At least in Paradisa we could theorize we were taken for the reason of survival, not entertainment.

That didn't especially make me feel any better. After everything the castle put us through, I'm not inclined to be concerned for its survival.

Neither am I, but when presented with reasons for the situation, survival sounds quite a fair bit better than 'entertainment'.

Less so when we're being tortured for that 'survival'.

One could argue this is torture as well - merely a different kind.

I don't know, I kind of enjoy floating about, doing bugger all. It speaks to me on a spiritual level.

As opposed to laying about in a castle that granted your every whim and made you do bugger all?

...

Tocuhé, Van.

_{[ He smirks, somewhat proud to have won a point against the demon.
]}

I learned from the best.

Aw, that's almost touching.

If the truth can be touching.

It can, at times.

I shall endeavor not to cross the line to very often, my friend. Only when you are truly deserving.

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