Waystation Mingle Log!

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Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]

Comments

[principality]

Oh!

[Which is to say, "very well done, old friend".

And then he grins. He feels...giddy? Is that a thing? He steps forward and grabs Crowley's hand and he smiles.

It's the smile he smiles when they're about to do something either:

1) Nice.

2) Completely against the rules.

3) Or he gets a new book.]

Wonderful! Oh! It seems like it's been ages.

[onlyanapple]

It's definitely been ages for me. I mean, there was a duck pond in the castle, but it wasn't quite the same.

We can even get fake bread. To throw to the fake ducks.

[principality]

[He grins brightly.]

Well, come on, then.

[And he's tugging him over to the pond. There's even fake bread wrapped up in a paper bag near the shore. The the ducks flock over, expectantly.

Just like always.]

You know, it's quite odd, when you think about it. Space, all that nonsense.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley gives a customary disgruntled sigh, to shoe he's doing this to appease the angel and doesn't actually want to do this silly duck thing. It's all a lie, of course. He loves this. He's missed it. ]

I've spent the last five plus years living in a castle that feeds on emotions and can turn into whatever it wants. 'Space' is a pretty easy concept in comparison.

[Just gonna lean casually on the railing. Good times. ]

[principality]

[He digs into the back and holds out a slice of bread. Go on, then.]

Oh, heavens. That sounds dreadful. Yes, I think I'd much prefer space to that.

[THE DUCKS ARE RAVENOUS BEASTS and are splashing and quacking as he wiggles his fingers at them, hello, darlings, and then he's throwing little pieces of bread.]

You know they made me a captain? Dreadful.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley takes one, ripping it into chunks to throw at the ducks. ]

It was better than Hell. But only marginally.

[Crowley lets out a laugh at that. ]

They did that for me, too. Stuck with it for the fancy bed, but I resigned this month. Not worth all the hassle.

[principality]

I don't even enjoy the bed. Good is ever-vigilant and all that, you know. I let my crew sleep in it.

[He shakes his head softly.]

It's a dreadful mess, though, the whole captaining business but, er, well, I do rather enjoy it. When we're not getting shot at. Terrible, that.

[onlyanapple]

...That's a flagrant misuse of your bed, angel.

[He sounds so disappointed. Such a waste.]

Well, yes, that's the whole point. It's not supposed to be pleasant.

How're your crew taking to you?