002 - In a pretty cabinet

[onlyanapple]

Who: Crowley and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleet wide - if you want it or not.
Action: Pathstone
When: Now


[The feed opens to an (as usual) very bored Crowley. He's sitting at his communications workstation, and he's holding something vaguely CD-box shaped. He gives the screen a cheery wave. ]

So. I ended up being dragged though into that stupid temple. A lot of boring things happened there, mostly involving being stuck on the M6 Orbital. Trust me, it's worse than it probably sounds. Anyway, I was given a gift for my troubles, and gifts, like horrible jokes, are made for sharing.

[He reaches over and presses a button. Throughout your networks, if you have them turned on or not, you will suddenly hear the beginnings of The Greatest Hits of a certain popular British band. ~Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?~ It seems Crowley has finally used his augment for something other than listening into your conversations. If you don't have a helpful comms officer on board, good luck getting rid of it. It won't stop.

He smiles and gives a cheery salute, offering as parting words:]

Enjoy, suckers.

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[serpentis]

Is this music, from your homeworld?

[Dorian can hear it, and it's, well, it's different. Very different. He's not certain he likes it, but there's a certain appeal...hmm. Curious!]

[onlyanapple]

You could say that. It's Queen.

[serpentis]

Queen? Which one is the queen?

[onlyanapple]

Some would say that title belonged obstinately to Freddy Mercury. But I digress, none of them are actual queens. It's just the name of the band.

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[save_the_souls]

[a sigh of relief. He knows this music. It's SO MUCH BETTER than that fucking Tunnel song.]

Is...this supposed to annoy us?

[onlyanapple]

[He's a helper.]

Perhaps not you, but you don't count. You've been in the Bentley, by default, you've already built some immunity to it.

[save_the_souls]

Immunity? It's rock music, Crowley, not a poison.

Besides, I like Queen. It's much better than having to listen to that stupid Tunnel song. [Or the Noah song- no wait, the tunnel song trumps even his emotional baggage in hate]

[onlyanapple]

Immunity is the correct word to use and you know it.

...What. That folksy thing I heard over the communicators?

[Because of course he listens into everyone else's conversations. Of course he does.]

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[devilsinthedetails]

[Cole has zero problems with Queen personally (he prefers jazz over rock, but whatever), but he's still going to mute that because he's not going to subject the rest of the ship to constant Queen.

And then cup his hands to his ears as if he's trying to hear something and not succeeding.]

What? I didn't exactly catch that. What were you sharing with us?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley is on to a good SULK now.]

Well, now you're just ruining things for everyone, you spoil-

[A pause, and though it's hard to see behind his shades, he squints as he leans closer to the screen.]

..Cole?

[devilsinthedetails]

That's me, professional ruiner of all things fun.

[And then everything kind of catches up and he just. Stares at the screen because he did not say his name.]

...Yeah? Do I know you?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's face scrunches, and he shrugs. ]

Seems not. It's all very hit or miss, this other world business.

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel's never heard this music before, but his missions to other worlds have exposed him to a rather eclectic selection of music. He listens for a moment, then kind of nods.]

Not bad. You said they're called Queen? [He's nosy and checked the rest of the conversations before remarking himself.] Sounds like something a guy I work with would like.

[onlyanapple]

That's them, Queen.

Do feel free to share them around.

[parkinglotangel]

[The feed, static-ridden though it may be coming in from Bloodsport who has not such officer, shows Michael singing loudly along with the tail end of Bohemian Rhapsody, despite the heavy irony an angel singing those lyrics might inspire, right until he belts the last notes.]

Good choice. More of a Beatles fan myself, but it'll do.

[onlyanapple]

[See how generous he is. No wait. He wanted this to be annoying and it's backfiring. ]

Next time I get a quasi-mystical gift, I'll be sure to request the Fab Four instead.

[parkinglotangel]

[Well, a few more repeats and it might be, but so far it's rolling right off his back]

I'm touched.

[onlyanapple]

I do what I can, Michael. I'm a giver.

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[ladiesss]

[hey there, there's a gothy looking teen whispering excitedly at the screen!]

Oh my god, that's Queen! Oh my god, you're from Earth, aren't you?

[onlyanapple]

[Oh joy, teenagers.]

A hundred points for observation.

I live on Earth, have done for a long time. I suppose if I'm from anywhere, that's a good a place to choose as any.

[ladiesss]

[she's just so happy to be hearing music she recognizes, okay. though she makes a face, frowning a little, when he goes and says something cryptic like that.]

...Should I ask what you mean by that, or...?

[onlyanapple]

I suppose you'll have to ask yourself if you really want to know the answer or not.

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[heresyandlace]

[this, of course, calls attention from within the ship, drawing the dragon out of his own little pit of boredom.

so, he leans quickly in the doorway of the bridge, listening to this entire little exchange.

and at the end, he giggles a little.]

You're feeling better.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley flashes Tek a grin, folding his arms behind his head, lounging back on his chair.]

Must have been that healing excursion.

[heresyandlace]

[he looks genuinely pleased with what he's seeing. properly pleased with himself.]

Must have been. The rest of the fleet must have me to thank for their new source of musical entertainment.