Anthony J. Crowley (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
onlyanapple) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
driftfleet2017-08-14 12:01 am
onlyanapple) wrote in driftfleet2017-08-14 12:01 am
Entry tags:
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!]]
no subject
[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.
no subject
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]
no subject
[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.