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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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[He pauses, considering that. How odd that he'd grown so complacent about the horrible atrocities he's lived through in this town. He'd always been one to question at least a little bit.]
Hmm...
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My apologies, I didn't mean to sound accusatory. It's just that the general attitude of the populace has been bothering me lately.
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Those who run this town seem to be experts at making us all very complacent. By making it seem as though all efforts of resistance will inevitably result in failure, they have managed to quell most attempts at such before they even start.
[Her lips quirk upward in a small smile.]
But, alas, I have an incorrigible stubborn streak.
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[Honestly? It had been just speculation. But there's no time like the present, right?]
Well, if we're to get anything accomplished, information is the first thing to sort out. I wonder how many in this town are still willing to question their situation? To try to change things? Surely there must be a few.
[Thoughtful sip of martini.]
I think I shall make a few inquiries. Perhaps I can get people to join me in conducting some research. And perhaps a few.... experiments.
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[She has ideas now. So many ideas...]
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