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[onlyanapple]

Who: Crowley and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleet-wide; video
Action: Planet and Pathstone
When: 22nd

ACTION;

[Those visiting the planet today might notice Crowley happily helping himself to the free alcohol on offer. He doesn't get involved in the festivities1 instead just grabbing crates upon crates of booze, happily taking them towards the waiting Pathstone. Occasionally, he will stop to get himself some terrible food, or watch people wandering by.

Those aboard the Pathstone will have the delights of Crowley trying to get his crates into various nooks and crannies of his communications station. He still avoids the cargo hold, just in case Tek has stored more dead bodies down there.

Eventually, he notices his captain's bunk is missing, which he cannot allow. The nice bed is the one and only decent thing about the crappy job that has been thrust upon him.]

Who the sodding hell has nicked my bed?!!

NETWORK;

[Crowley finally deigns to post to the network himself from his comms station, occasionaly flicking switches to listen to random BEE-BOP noises. Why? He has his reasons. Reasons that may or may not involve an attempt to put annoying flash games on the system at some point in the future.]

'Lo people, Crowley here, unfortunate Captain of the SS Dysfunction. Sorry, Pathstone. Wondering if anyone else got one of these.

[He holds the weird red stone one of the happy inhabitants had given him.]

Because I don't know about you, but I've gained a healthy distrust of possibly magical objects, and I'd like to know if one of these had blown up on anyone, or turned someone into a slug or something. [A considerate pause.] No one's started worshipping them, have they? Because that doesn't end well.



1.- Even in space, he could only dance like all demons from his world could dance. Which is to say the sort of dancing he wasn't evil enough to inflict on other people's retinas.

Comments

[onlyanapple]

I want my one.

[Stomping about the place.]

So, Mr. Trustworthy person, do you know where it is?

[heresyandlace]

[lalala just hiding in the room that he got along with his augment--the one with his name on the door. it's locked with some mechanism, but that's probably no problem for a demon]

Oh, surely you can't mean the captain's cot?

I thought you were done with that title.

[onlyanapple]

Unless someone else is willing to do the paperwork and take over, then it appears I'm stuck with it.

[There's a tap on the door, and the mechanism just ceases to work. Because Crowley wanted it to. Reality benders.]

If I find it in here, I'll be very upset. I happen to find my sleep pattern a very sacred thing.

[heresyandlace]

That makes two of us... [he mumbles into the pillows as the door makes a disheartening click. damn.

and boy does he look comfy. not only has he stolen the cot, he's also tipped the desk over beside it to form the other side of a sort of makeshift nest, which he has filled with every spare blanket and pillow from all the unused beds. the whole thing is an expertly-crafted pit of linens; the cot is hardly visible beneath it. it's a little unconventional, but this is now probably the most comfortable place in the entire fleet.

with most of his face buried down in the pillow, he barely cracks an eye open to peer toward the door when it opens.]

...Don't let in the cold air.

[onlyanapple]

[The hell is this even, Tek. Crowley squints behind his shades, leaning his head forward to take in the construct.]

...Have you made a...a nest out of my bed?

[heresyandlace]

[he stretches a little, and then snugs the blankets closer around his neck and face]

It's not the best I've made. But it'll have to do, considering the circumstances.

[onlyanapple]

And you couldn't have made a nest out of someone else's bed?

[heresyandlace]

No.

[isn't that obvious?]

You've seen those bunk beds. Useless.

[onlyanapple]

You can build stuff on them, at least. They have a natural roof.


You're not having my bed.

[heresyandlace]

I'm renting it. You can have it back when I'm done.

[he's just going to nap for a day or two. that's all. no biggie there.]

[onlyanapple]

My bed isn't for rent.

[He snaps his fingers and the bed moves. By itself. It slides away towards the door, rather quickly.]

[heresyandlace]

[even with how small the room is, half of the nest tragically collapses. it's the saddest thing to ever happen, and Tek growls in mourning.

he's also kind of dragged toward the door along with the mess, since he was mostly on the cot part of it. he rolls over, shoving himself up onto his elbows so he can glare up at the demon]

Don't ruin it! ...There are much better solutions to this problem.

[onlyanapple]

[That's what you get for stealing beds. Nest ruination.]

Yes, it was called getting off my bloody bed, which you refused to do.

[heresyandlace]

[he's already reaching around, dragging blankets closer, trying to salvage his nest]

I improved your bed. And there's nothing saying we can't just share it, you know.

[straight-faced, totally serious about this]

[onlyanapple]

I tend not to share my bed unless there's fun involved beforehand, and you're really not my type.

[The bed itself is scuttling off towards where it belongs.]

[heresyandlace]

[he finally slides off the thing, along with most of the blankets, but he lazily grabs the edge of it before it skitters too far away]

Oh, I'm not? ...And what would be your type, out of curiosity?

[onlyanapple]

[The bed tugs, ineffectually, trying to head forward.]

Not the type that might try to murder me in my sleep.

[heresyandlace]

[ugh, he siiiighs]

I promise that I won't ever try to murder you unless you are facing me and fully awake. How about that?

...And I thought you were immortal, besides.

[onlyanapple]

That is no less creepy.

I am, but it would still hurt.

[heresyandlace]

[he groans as none of this is going at all how he'd wanted]

...Okay, look. I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot.

[he tugs on the cot, half-assedly trying to get it to come back in his direction]

I really have very little interest in murdering or eating my crewmates or whatever else it is that you're so sure I'm about to do at any moment.

...Right now, all I want in the whole world is just to sleep.

I'm sure we can work something out.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley watches him for a moment.]

Fine, I'll admit you might not be some crazed pyscho killer. But you're still not having my bed. If you want that bed, go ahead and become captain, the bed comes with the job.

[heresyandlace]

[and... Tek watches him right back. there are some serious wheels turning in his head now, and that's maybe not a great thing.]

...It really would be better for everyone if we just share.

You could have it right back after I've had some sleep.

[because otherwise, Tek is totally becoming captain, and nothing in the universe is going to be happy about it]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley meets that gaze.]

One might take that as a threat, with a tone like that.

[heresyandlace]

One could take it that way, I suppose.

[because it totally is a threat]

Or it could be taken as an excellent offer and we'd all have some wonderful sleep.

[onlyanapple]

That's what I'm aiming for. Wonderful sleep. In a bed that's mine.