Anthony J. Crowley (
onlyanapple) wrote in
driftfleet2017-08-14 12:01 am
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Video; Who's gonna be your dream?
Who: Crowley and You!!!
Broadcast: Network wide
Action: Goldstone
When: Right now!
[The feed opens to Crowley, looking exceptionally smug with himself. That is the first sign that he's been up to something, honestly. He's spent the vast majority of the last few weeks bouncing between being absolutely plastered and working on a project.]
Hello people. Some of you might have noticed we have an interesting selection of games on our lovely network [he clicks a button and oh look, it's an annoying popup on your screen. Did the network have popups before? Doesn't matter, it does now] you have me to thank for that. I appreciate thanks in alcohol and gaudy jewellery for Felix.
Anyway, I decided to create a special little new something for you people. Seen as there's all sorts of relationship drama going on in the Fleet, I thought something like this might purge your systems of it a little bit. Worth a shot, right?
[Another annoying popup, this one announcing a game called Space Sweeties - and those from a certain point in time might recognise it as one of those ridiculous text dating simulator games. There's a selection of different beings, male, female and other - all prime for your date-sona to romance them in their space station. It's ridiculous and tacky as hell- multiple secret endings and complex puzzles galore. Like all of the games Crowley bring to the network, it's a massive time sink.
This is what happens when Allen leaves. Crowley does questionable things.]
You're welcome! Enjoy yourselves. I'm curious to see who will manage to get the good end for Raynelex the Third from the planet Betamax. Do let me know if you find it.
[[ooc: Feel free to make up ANY characters within the game, be creative, have fun!]]
Broadcast: Network wide
Action: Goldstone
When: Right now!
[The feed opens to Crowley, looking exceptionally smug with himself. That is the first sign that he's been up to something, honestly. He's spent the vast majority of the last few weeks bouncing between being absolutely plastered and working on a project.]
Hello people. Some of you might have noticed we have an interesting selection of games on our lovely network [he clicks a button and oh look, it's an annoying popup on your screen. Did the network have popups before? Doesn't matter, it does now] you have me to thank for that. I appreciate thanks in alcohol and gaudy jewellery for Felix.
Anyway, I decided to create a special little new something for you people. Seen as there's all sorts of relationship drama going on in the Fleet, I thought something like this might purge your systems of it a little bit. Worth a shot, right?
[Another annoying popup, this one announcing a game called Space Sweeties - and those from a certain point in time might recognise it as one of those ridiculous text dating simulator games. There's a selection of different beings, male, female and other - all prime for your date-sona to romance them in their space station. It's ridiculous and tacky as hell- multiple secret endings and complex puzzles galore. Like all of the games Crowley bring to the network, it's a massive time sink.
This is what happens when Allen leaves. Crowley does questionable things.]
You're welcome! Enjoy yourselves. I'm curious to see who will manage to get the good end for Raynelex the Third from the planet Betamax. Do let me know if you find it.
[[ooc: Feel free to make up ANY characters within the game, be creative, have fun!]]

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[He'll turn in his chair to watch properly. ]
Hm- for someone who doesn't play my games, you certainly to be doing just that. And there's skill to it. You say the wrong thing and you can ruin the date and never get laid. That's a goal, right?
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[He settles on some long black hair because it's a nice middle ground and goes to pick a nice shirt, uncaring about Crowley watching him continue to do this]
Is that the goal? [He smiles over his shoulder at the demon. Is this -gasp- pornography?]
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[He'll continue to watch because hey, it's entertaining~]
From what I understand it plays a rather large part, unless I've been doing it wrong- I would have hoped you would have told me if that were the case.
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[He smiles a bit sharper for a moment, then turns his attention back to the game. How about a suit and tie? Nice, but too plain for him. He seems to settle on a nice jacket and scarf outfit, then pauses before continuing the experiment]
You seem to be feeling more yourself.
[And that's how we dip our toe into the serious half of this conversation]
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[He knows it doesn't have to be earned, but it's nice to do so anyway. Felix is worth trying over. At his comment, he exhales, rolling his shoulders- smile fading a little. ]
Yeah, well. I got very drunk and then put a lot of my unhappiness into this piece of shit. So other people can be miserable for me. It's been very therapeutic.
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If misery was what you were aiming for I'm not sure this quite qualifies.
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Oh, it'll come. I have a few unobtainable endings and trophies in there. If anyone gets hooked on it, they'll never complete it properly.
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[He continues to tinker with the game for a little longer, in any case. Whether he falls victim to the trap he knows is there remains to be seem. For now it's an excellent distraction.
But after a moment, he adds in a quieter voice-] There is always the chance he'll come back.
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[Crowley falls silent for a moment, brow furrowing- his smirk fading. For a brief moment, his usual mask of lazy indifference is gone. He just looks tired. ]
Maybe. But I'm not about to start hoping for that. That's a good way to fast-track yourself into disappointment.
[Another pause. ]
Only you and me left now- from Paradisa. We're it, for the old guard.
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And perhaps that isn't the worse thing. The fleet is certainly the lesser sort of backhanded luck than the castle ever was, but hoping for anyone to come here seems...selfish.
[His expression, however, lightens a few degrees] Not that I am not. But I try to limit myself these days. [He lifts a hand to brush against Crowley's sleeve. It's a small gesture, but he doesn't need it to be more than that]
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[The action really is enough, and the demon offers him a smile- a genuine one, reserved for a very scant few.]
Probably for the best. It's likely horribly unhealthy.