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mayfield_rpg2012-01-15 07:59 pm
eyesofaserpent) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-15 07:59 pm
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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In this house there is only one other person to be concerned of. She is my responsibility and you need not concern yourself with her.
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It would be simpler that way. However... there is nothing stopping you from meeting her and doing as you wish.
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Right...
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I expect it will take a few days to properly adjust. Do you have any particular preferences for your place of residence?
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Preferences. Aside from the obvious, preference to actually be home, not particularly. At least nothing I can't deal with myself. My car better be in the garage when I actually get up this morning. And there should be a puppy somewhere inside the house. Rika's been successfully house trained, she just needs to be let into the back yard as soon as you get up in the morning if you do before me.
[He looks back at the bed longingly.]
Though if you don't mind, I need to get back to my beauty sleep.
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I understand.
[She got up pretty early so she won't mind making sure the puppy is let out. She also won't mind taking care of all house hold chores. Just don't let her cook.]
It is still early yet, so it is only reasonable to return to sleep.
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[He slithers (or at least as moves in as close to a slither as a human body can) back into bed.]
We can talk more later.