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Who: Everybody who hates this moon! And a few that don't!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: The Good Ship Iskaulit
When: Throughout the Toxic Moon event

[Y'all, Misty can't be the only one who hates this place, so let's all gather on the Iskaulit, safe from all that dark and rot down on the polluted moon and have ourselves a good time!

(Or at least, a pollution-free time).

A list of establishments on the Iskaulit can be found here!]

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A-Meditation Room

[While it can't be said he hasn't missed nature, the fetid, dreary atmosphere of the moon makes that longing even stronger. The garden would be the most natural place to ameliorate that desire, but this time it's the memory of another garden that brings him here.

He isn't mediating, though. Just walking through the room, quietly contemplating the pillows and candles with a vaguely skeptical air. The real point of the matter might be that he's scared to try. He hasn't tried to reach the Khloidanikos since he came ot the fleet. There is no reason to believe it would be any different here than in the castle, but the opposite is also true.

He gently kicks one of the pillows and sighs at himself]

B-Málum

[Regardless of who is working the bar, Felix comes here more or less nightly. He doesn't drink much - he hasn't felt the need lately - just sips at a drink or two at the bar as he listens to the music (not always to his taste, but it's better than nothing.

It's safe to say that he'll smile and invite over anyone to chat who might be around at the time.]

[Crowley always welcomes the times when Felix shows up at the bar. He wouldn't say he looks forward to it or anything like that (it's a lie, he absolutely does) but the man's arrival is always a welcome sight. Naturally, Crowley leaves Felix get situated before idly wandering over to lean on the bar with a lazy grin. ]

I don't know about you, but I think this star system is infinitely worse than the last one. Seems they really are getting steadily more terrible as we move on.

[He makes no move to acknowledge that Crowley has decided to join him, forearms lazily propped on the the bar and hand around his glass, and answers as if this was a conversation they'd already been having. In a sense that was true.]

I will grant that it's miserable, but are you really rating it lower than the ice planet?

[Crowley pauses to consider that. ]

...Okay, the ice planet can be an outlier. It's hard to beat that for general shittiness.

I was about to be worried about your priorities. [He smirked slightly, then adopted a mildly more serious expression]

Actually, it might be more cyclical. Dull planet, decent planet, terrible planet...so on...

Trust me, my priorities are always in the right place.

[Okay, maybe 80% of the time. ]

A bit like the crap we went through in Paradisa, then. Very rare we had the same sort of trauma every month, wasn't it?

I was hardly marking my calendar, but close enough. It did...slow down...after awhile. I think now that was because the castle was getting, for back of a better descriptor, tired.

Hmm, it did start to slow down before I left. I can only imagine how worse it must have gotten afterwards.

Hmph...well...worse is relative. I'm sure for Paradisa it was worse. It took us some time to realize that it was starving, and we very well could have gone with it. But besides that, those sorts of things happened less and less. You could certainly view it as an improvement.

[He turns a bit on his stool to face Crowley a bit more, gesture animatedly as he often does when a subject interests him]

And that makes a certain amount of sense when it comes to cycles. The castle was, essentially, a living thing, so an ebb and flow to it's moods fits. But the fleet...I'm still not certain if that applies.

Hmm, given what happened to that other castle, you know, the one that went batshit and turned its residents on each other? It was a lucky escape, really.

[The thought that Felix, that anyone left there he still cared about could have faced such a horrible ending doesn't sit well with him. Fuck the castle, man. ]

Hmm. I'm not even sure if the people who work for Atroma are living beings. I mean, sure, we've heard Diamond and Beau but- well, nothing to say they aren't some automated whatevers.

[While he doesn't really like the castle any more than Crowley, he'd developed a kind of understanding of it that was something like empathy. It was simply the way it was.]

I've wondered the same, myself. They're too...perfect.

[Crowley lets out a 'tch' at that, tapping the bar with a finger. ]

Exactly. No one's that perfect, it's not possible. They should be fucking up somewhere and they're not. It's not natural.

Nothing they would claim to be errors, at least. They're very good at smiling at us and telling us it's all according to plan.

Again, it's all horribly familiar to Hell. Hell o fuck up, of course, but they;re very good at covering those fuck ups. Largely because the demons that do fuck up are very quickly terminated. And I don't mean the fired sort.

...Though come to think of it there's usually a lot of actual fire involved.

And here I thought politics back home were precarious.

[They probably have the fire part in common, at least, which makes his stomach turn just the tiniest bit. He takes a sip of his drink to hide the grimace]

Yeah. Hell hath no fury like...Hell.

[He takes a drink of his own. Adam said that he had nothing to fear from Hell, that he'd deal with it. But still...Hell is very clever and it knows how to GET him. There's a reason he's never overly happy at the prospect of going home and this is it. ]

They aren't fans of rebellion. At least, rebellion against them.

[He stares at the back of the bar for a moment]

Is that what you did?

[He can't help but ask, even if feels like treading on sacred ground. He wants to know]

[And honestly, Felix deserves to know. It's been long enough. ]

I helped fuck up their apocalypse and I kind of murdered one of the Dukes of Hell. Though to be fair, he was coming after me first, so it was technically self defence.

[He pauses, then adds nonchalantly: ]

Oh yeah, and I was prepared to battle Satan with a tyre iron. That too.

So yes, they are rather pissed off with me.

[This response gets an even more protracted pause than the last one because the mental image is both hilarious and startling, knowing Crowley's general attitude of not getting involved. Intentionally pissing off his superiors was one thing, but that kind of rebellion was another.]

Crowley...but...why?

[Crowley groans, pushing his shades up a little as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Good question, really. ]

Because I happened to enjoy living on Earth, and I like humanity. I'd watched the whole bloody species grow and I didn't want to stand by and watch it all go down the pan just because a bunch of eternal beings needed a cosmic time out.

[And that's the real, honest reason. People not as close to him would have gotten a lazy half-arsed response about Earth having the best booze and music. But no, the real reason was that Crowley couldn't bear to see the human race get blotted out of existence. ]

[His expression falls to a soft frown that's as much for the effort it costs Crowley to give him the truth as much as it is for the slight regret he feels at pushing this on the demon.]

While I may not be from your world - [He reaches out to touch Crowley's fingers] on the behalf of humanity...thank you. Though I'm not always sure we deserve it.

[Crowley reaches his own fingers to brush against Felix's. His tone remains flippant though, trying to sell it for less than it's worth. ]

Yeah well. It'd be pretty pointless to start from scratch again after everything that's happened. Like stomping on a carefully constructed sandcastle just for shits and giggles or something.

[He'll not mention how he couldn't bear the thought of existing when humanity did not. He started the mess they were in, it was only fair he kept them from meeting a grizzly end. ]

It would be quite a waste.

[His tone, in answer, says that he knows there's more to it than that, but isn't going to say so. He lets the implication fall between them, as weighty as a stone.]

Though...speaking of wastes...[He withdraws his hand at the same time he withdraws from the subject]...this so called planet we're at...

[Crowley visibly eases up and the subject is changed, glad to be away from it. He gives a short bark of a laugh, adjusting his shades.]

Tell but about it. What a pathetic dump this turned out to be. I am considerably not-wowed.

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