mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[noctiphile]

"Back when it was actually a thing"? And how long ago was that?

[onlyanapple]

I lost count. Centuries?

[noctiphile]

[The staff trips from his hands.]

Centuries? [He catches it just before it strikes his toes, sighing in relief.] You must be joking.

[onlyanapple]

Not at all. A century is nothing, to me.

[He gives a wry smirk. ]

Not everyone on the fleet is mortal, you know.

[noctiphile]

As I'm slowly becoming more aware.

[He stills, the flaming staff crackling impatiently in his hands.]

What are you, then? Is it rude of me to ask?

[onlyanapple]

A demon.

[A pause, and because he's done this dance a million times already. ]

And before you ask, no, I'm not interested in destroying your soul, or eating your heart, or claiming your firstborn or any other of that ridiculous propaganda.

[noctiphile]

Alright.

[Stomping the fire out from the staff, he starts twirling it again, albeit slowly. Just in case there's any more surprises.] Then what are you interested in?

[onlyanapple]

Mostly? Getting drunk and watching the world spin.

[noctiphile]

Does the spinning come naturally or with the drinking?

[onlyanapple]

...The world spins by itself. Science, and all that.

[noctiphile]

... Spins? Like a top? How can something flat spin?

1/2

[onlyanapple]

What? The Earth isn't-

2/2

[onlyanapple]

...

No, seriously, what?


The Earth's round. Like a ball.

[noctiphile]

Maybe this one. Surely not all of them.

[onlyanapple]

The one I come from is. As in, Earth.

[noctiphile]

But... if your world is round how does anyone stay on it? A man can't stay on a ball without moving. Are you always running?

[onlyanapple]

There's this thing called gravity. It keeps everyone in place.

[noctiphile]

By what? Holding them?

[He balks at the idea, patting his shoulders.] I don't feel anything.

[onlyanapple]

You can't feel it, it's just a...thing. A force.

Open a science book, educate yourself.

[noctiphile]

It's on my to-do list.

[But fine.]

So you're a centuries-old demon struggling to stay on top of a giant ball. Is that it?

[onlyanapple]

I wouldn't say struggling, but yeah. Sure.

[noctiphile]

I beg pardon but that sounds like a terribly dull life. I would expect someone so old would lead a more interesting life.

[onlyanapple]

I'm not old, I'm seasoned.

And I've had an interesting life. Now I've retired.

[noctiphile]

[He chuckles.] Retirement only guarantees more time to share your interesting tales. So?

[Using the staff as support, he leans forward, smiling expectantly.] Share some with me.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley arches a brow, before leaning back. ]

What sort of tale would you like?