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mayfield_rpg2012-02-07 01:45 pm
eyesofaserpent) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-07 01:45 pm
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Drink Count: 20 || Fine Feathered Friend
A. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, morning]
[Yesterday morning Crowley had woken up with his skin intact and fresh, the scent of dead flesh erased. He was still missing the body parts (fingers, ear, nose, toes) that had fallen off due to Mrs. Johnson's experiment,bet he felt much better. Almost good enough to be around people again.
So he came home that night for the first time since he'd been poisoned and slept in bed next to his "wife". It was warm and wonderful and soft. He wakes up feeling mighty refreshed, stretches, and gets up. As he goes to the loo, he idly scratches himself. It slowly dawns on him that he's scratching with fingers. He looks at his hands and grins then looks at himself in the mirror. He is whole and complete and not gross anymore.
Crowley takes a long, hot shower and then dresses in his snakeskin shoes and a black suit with red pinstripes, red shirt, and a black silk tie. Of course all of those things had been something different before he got his power to change one thing into another thing for Christmas.
In a good mood, Crowley decides he is going to drop in on Aziraphale and have the angel make his morning tea for him. But as he opens the front door, he notices a rather large box on the porch with his name on it. A regain.
Well, no time like the present. Maybe it would be something useful again. He slices through the tape with his keys and opens the box to find it... Empty?
Suddenly he feels his wings burst out of his back, tearing through fabric in an effort to escape. Crowley blessed loudly, his mood souring in an instant.]
My bloody suit!
B. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, late morning]
[Crowley had hopped on the phone and demanded that both Aziraphale and Giles come over right away. He told both of them to just come in, the door would be open and they don't need to knock. They find him pacing in the living room, perfectly groomed white feathery wings on his back. There is also a small pile of feathers on the coffee table, all a little too old, bent, or otherwise imperfect. He's aware his statement makes more sense to Aziraphale than to Giles, but he still makes it before bothering to look to see which one has come in first.]
They won't retract.
C. [Action: About Town, early evening]
[Crowley has the day off, luckily. So he has some shopping to do for a planned dinner and it's (at the moment) too awkward to get in his car with his ruddy wings so he's walking to the store.]
[Yesterday morning Crowley had woken up with his skin intact and fresh, the scent of dead flesh erased. He was still missing the body parts (fingers, ear, nose, toes) that had fallen off due to Mrs. Johnson's experiment,bet he felt much better. Almost good enough to be around people again.
So he came home that night for the first time since he'd been poisoned and slept in bed next to his "wife". It was warm and wonderful and soft. He wakes up feeling mighty refreshed, stretches, and gets up. As he goes to the loo, he idly scratches himself. It slowly dawns on him that he's scratching with fingers. He looks at his hands and grins then looks at himself in the mirror. He is whole and complete and not gross anymore.
Crowley takes a long, hot shower and then dresses in his snakeskin shoes and a black suit with red pinstripes, red shirt, and a black silk tie. Of course all of those things had been something different before he got his power to change one thing into another thing for Christmas.
In a good mood, Crowley decides he is going to drop in on Aziraphale and have the angel make his morning tea for him. But as he opens the front door, he notices a rather large box on the porch with his name on it. A regain.
Well, no time like the present. Maybe it would be something useful again. He slices through the tape with his keys and opens the box to find it... Empty?
Suddenly he feels his wings burst out of his back, tearing through fabric in an effort to escape. Crowley blessed loudly, his mood souring in an instant.]
My bloody suit!
B. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, late morning]
[Crowley had hopped on the phone and demanded that both Aziraphale and Giles come over right away. He told both of them to just come in, the door would be open and they don't need to knock. They find him pacing in the living room, perfectly groomed white feathery wings on his back. There is also a small pile of feathers on the coffee table, all a little too old, bent, or otherwise imperfect. He's aware his statement makes more sense to Aziraphale than to Giles, but he still makes it before bothering to look to see which one has come in first.]
They won't retract.
C. [Action: About Town, early evening]
[Crowley has the day off, luckily. So he has some shopping to do for a planned dinner and it's (at the moment) too awkward to get in his car with his ruddy wings so he's walking to the store.]