005 - Will you do the fandango

[onlyanapple]

Who: Crowley and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Today!

[The Fleet will be greeted with the blasting noise of that song he got for Christmas, you know the one. If you don't, now you do. You're welcome. The screen flickers on to show the interior of the Iskaulit. Specifically, a brand new bar.

Everything is black and metalic, sleek and modern. Neon lights of blues and greens offer some light. This place screams fancy. It's even got a pretentious name, the word 'Málum' in red above the bar proper. It's an inside joke.

Crowley turns the device to grin at the audience.]

So, Varric may have started up his quaint little shithole but I'm here to offer you an alternative. After all "I might get a disease from one of these chairs" isn't what some people are looking for in a watering hole.

Open til late, free shot with every pitcher, yadda yadda, come and drink your troubles away. Enjoy our jukebox with songs from...whatever the fuck is on the network. Sorry if it's shite. That's just standard jukebox fare, if we're being honest.

Let's drink our bullshit troubles away.

[[OOC: And from this point on, Málum is a location you can use! If your character wants a handwaved job, they're welcome to it. The more people, the less Crowley has to work for himself and he does love less work.

Comments

[onlyanapple]

Only the ones I like.

[beardstrokes]

I thought you said you are fond of all of them.

[onlyanapple]

But some are special. Or at least have the potential to be.

[beardstrokes]

Then you're looking at the wrong person, I'm afraid.

[onlyanapple]

You don't think you're special?

[beardstrokes]

I know I'm not special. If it were my place to be, I would have felt it long ago.

[onlyanapple]

Terribly self-depreciating of you, there.

[beardstrokes]

Not particularly. That implies a lack or denial of a healthy self-esteem and I'm the picture of health.

[onlyanapple]

And yet you don't think you're special at all. Huh. How odd. Don't tend to come across the truly noble sort.

[beardstrokes]

Nobility is reserved for those who act with no self-interest. There is always some self-interest at hand when I do or act, but it is in the interest of the Force and other living things.

Though it might be simpler to say, while I suppose I might appear noble, I could care less.

[onlyanapple]

[Obi-Wan, you really have to stop being so fascinating or he'll never leave you alone. Crowley's eyebrows raise, and he puts his chin in a hand, leaning in to look at the screen a little more closely. ]

My my, is that so? Well. Aren't you a puzzle?

[beardstrokes]

Am I? I thought I presented myself as a clear-cut picture.

[onlyanapple]

Oh no. There are definitely hidden depths there.

[beardstrokes]

Perhaps you're reading too much into it.

[onlyanapple]

No, no. I like to think I have good instincts with these kinds of things.

[beardstrokes]

And your instincts have never been wrong?

[onlyanapple]

Once in a while, I admit. But very rarely.

[beardstrokes]

[ Trust your instincts, Qui-Gon had told him. It was one of the last things he ever did say.

So to that, Obi-Wan only makes an encouraging noise. ]

It's important to trust yourself.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley gives a shrug.]

It's a lesson hard learned for some people.

[beardstrokes]

Yes. I was fortunate enough to learn it in time.

[onlyanapple]

Lucky you. Some people never get it.

[beardstrokes]

I had a good teacher. Unfortunately, we can't all have those.

[onlyanapple]

No. A lot of the time, we have to muddle through on our own.

[beardstrokes]

Even you?

[ Someone so old and has seen so much? ]

[onlyanapple]

Especially me. They don't exactly give you lessons in what to do with things such as free will when you figure out you actually have it. I'm not supposed to. Me and my friend, we're something of...blips in the system.