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mayfield_rpg2012-01-15 07:59 pm
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Drink Count: 17 || New World, New Home
[Forward dated to January 16.]
A. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, ridiculous o'clock]
[The alarm klaxons jarred Crowley out of a comfortable sleep. The demon sat bolt upright and blinked his yellow snake eyes blearily. It took him a minute to realize that something was off about the room he was in. The shadow of the tree outside wasn't quite right. The wallpaper was different. His "wife" didn't look the same.
His wife didn't look the same.
He jumped out of the bed, blessing under his breath.]
Bollocks.
B. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, later morning]
[He checked to make sure his Bentley was in the garage. It was. He also found his puppy and all her accessories in exactly the same places they had been in 915 Bilko Boulevard, only in this new house. How strange.
Crowley was dressed in a smart black suit and red shirt that had once been scratchy slacks and a hideous jumper. He was also, of course, wearing his snakeskin shoes and sunglasses. He sat at the kitchen table, drinking a poor excuse for a cup of coffee. He was going to have to go shopping.]
C. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, around noon]
[He can't stop himself for wanting to check on Kyon. He couldn't leave the poor boy alone without at least checking to see if he was alright, right? He drives on over and parks in the driveway. The demon strides into the house as if he lives there. Which he did up until this morning.]
Kyon? Are you in here, kid?
D. [Action: Olney's Tavern, late afternoon]
[Crowley's looking a bit irritable behind the bar. What the hell is with this town?]
What'll you have?
E. [Phone: Locked to Aziraphale]
[Crowley's just a little on edge when he's able to get to the back of the tavern to make his phone call to Aziraphale. He paces as far as the phone cord will let him and he's hissing a bit.]
Pick up. Pickuppickuppickup! Bloody hell Angel, this is not the time to neglect your bloody phone!
A. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, ridiculous o'clock]
[The alarm klaxons jarred Crowley out of a comfortable sleep. The demon sat bolt upright and blinked his yellow snake eyes blearily. It took him a minute to realize that something was off about the room he was in. The shadow of the tree outside wasn't quite right. The wallpaper was different. His "wife" didn't look the same.
His wife didn't look the same.
He jumped out of the bed, blessing under his breath.]
Bollocks.
B. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, later morning]
[He checked to make sure his Bentley was in the garage. It was. He also found his puppy and all her accessories in exactly the same places they had been in 915 Bilko Boulevard, only in this new house. How strange.
Crowley was dressed in a smart black suit and red shirt that had once been scratchy slacks and a hideous jumper. He was also, of course, wearing his snakeskin shoes and sunglasses. He sat at the kitchen table, drinking a poor excuse for a cup of coffee. He was going to have to go shopping.]
C. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, around noon]
[He can't stop himself for wanting to check on Kyon. He couldn't leave the poor boy alone without at least checking to see if he was alright, right? He drives on over and parks in the driveway. The demon strides into the house as if he lives there. Which he did up until this morning.]
Kyon? Are you in here, kid?
D. [Action: Olney's Tavern, late afternoon]
[Crowley's looking a bit irritable behind the bar. What the hell is with this town?]
What'll you have?
E. [Phone: Locked to Aziraphale]
[Crowley's just a little on edge when he's able to get to the back of the tavern to make his phone call to Aziraphale. He paces as far as the phone cord will let him and he's hissing a bit.]
Pick up. Pickuppickuppickup! Bloody hell Angel, this is not the time to neglect your bloody phone!
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[ She's interested. She's interested. ]
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Dynamic Entry!!
[In walks one Anthony Stark, shades on as usual, blustering in to a conversation like he owns the place and not finding a thing wrong with it. He tosses his coat onto a rack and slides onto a bar stool besides Tsunade, nodding his greetings to the bartender.]
Hiya, Crowley. One Iron Man, if it pleases you.
[And who is THIS fine specimen...? He pushes his shades down, giving Tsunade an appraising look and nodding with satisfaction.]
HELL-o, Beautiful, can I get you anything?
Woops! I didn't see this!
Not asking, but we wouldn't mind if one just walked into the bar. [ Shrugs. The flatter is nice but she'll reciprocate the nod. ]
One more Long Island Iced Tea would be just lovely. [ FREE DRINKS YES. ]
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You seem to be in good spirits, Tony.
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AND I find myself in the company of the well-stocked [a gesture at Crowley] and the well-endowed [an arched eyebrow at Tsunade], so I can't help but feel jolly.
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Hm. You're awfully forward for a man; that's a lot of guts right there. [ She's... used to the comments on her 106 bust. Jesus christ, it's like she learned how to carry boulders at a young age. ] Nice to see you're feeling all right though.
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[He looks back at Tsunade, an eyebrow arched over his shades.]
You mentioned the town took two weeks of your memory earlier. Why?