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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]

['Cause trust 'em. But oh hey, Crowley remembers you.]

So far. There's probably still time.

[wilder]

[And he meanwhile has no idea who you are! Hooray.]

Oh yeah. Maybe they'll ignite the moment we try to leave the atmosphere.

[onlyanapple]

[Fun times all round.]

I don't know a lot about space, but I have a feeling that would be bad.

[wilder]

Oh yeah! We'd probably all die.

[onlyanapple]

Well, those of us who can would.

[wilder]

Are you saying you can't, or that you plan to live through a fiery inferno out of spite?

[onlyanapple]

I can't. And fiery infernos are one thing something I am well used to.

[wilder]

[...]

[He debates asking how, but really, he's not sure he wants to know. Sometimes it's better to just leave things to lie]

Oh, well.

Then if we all die, honor us and flick them off for us, will ya?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley seems to take a moment to consider this.]

Why not. No need to stop what is becoming a tradition for me now.

[wilder]

Oh good. I can rest in peace then.

[onlyanapple]

I'm glad I could give you that sense of peace.

[wilder]

Sure, sure.

So. Who are you?

[onlyanapple]

You don't remember me?

Well, that's a grim mark on my performance I didn't need.

[wilder]

[....]

What.

[onlyanapple]

[Siiiigh.]

Unless of course you don't remember being in a magical castle at all? That would make more sense.

[More sense than forgetting Crowley sex, apparently.]

[wilder]

[He was trying to wrap his mind around what this guy could mean (since he knows he's never slept with him before), when he says magical-]

[Oh.]

[He makes a small annoyed sound and rubs his forehead]

Ugh, not that place again.

[onlyanapple]

I'm taking that as a no.

[wilder]

Mmhmm. That was someone else.

[onlyanapple]

That's happened before here. Bit odd, if you ask me, but there you go.

[wilder]

Right.

Well, I'm Kaneis- and I've never seen you...perform. Clear?

[onlyanapple]

Duly noted. [The name is different, but he doesn't press the issue.]

Nice to meet you, fresh, I suppose.

[wilder]

[There's a slight eyebrow raise. He's used to people from that castle fighting him more about it. But he's not gonna press it either, since this makes it easier]

Yeah, sure.

But you still haven't given me your name.

[onlyanapple]

Crowley.

[wilder]

Crowley, okay.

[There's an awkward pause]

So by performance, did you mean...?

[onlyanapple]

I'm not sure you want to know.