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.

Comments

[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.