Oh, Great...

[eyesofaserpent]

Who: Crowley, Christopher, Vicki, and ...?
Date and time: March 19, night
Where: City Park, Hospital
Rating: Worksafe, language
Summary: Crowley's unusually quiet, which may not be all that good...

Crowley grumbled and walked the park. It reminded him slightly of St. James park as there was a pond with ducks in it looking expectantly at him. Of course he didn't have any bread crumbs, that was the angel's duty. He was, in fact, eating an apple. He'd grown rather fond of the fruit over the many centuries.

And now that he was here, it seemed the angel was bound and determined to be locked in his bookshop. Joy. Now that Crowley had rational company that he, dare I say it, enjoyed, the bastard was hiding again. Crowley wondered just how bad it could be if they stayed here. He rather liked his world. He understood it. And this place was eccentric at best, downright bat shit crazy at worst.

He skipped a rock over the pond, narrowly avoiding a duck (that was now flying off with a start). He took another bite of the apple.

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[enchanter-chant.livejournal.com]

Christopher, who had recently found more appropriate cloths, was trying to get an idea of the strange city. He had gone over a lot of the streets from the mall to the park, and thought he would take a rest there. With black hair properly combed, and a fine suit with lovely shoes acquired he walked down the paths looking at the trees soon finding himself at the pond.

He saw another person standing at the waters edge and walked up to them. So far he had only met one person and was hoping to meet as many as possible. If he could get a better idea perhaps he could understand what had brought him there.

"Hallo," he said cheerfully. "If you were trying to hit the duck you didn't aim quite well."