Of Demon's Awakenings [Open Log]

[eyesofaserpent]

Who: Crowley & ____?
When: Midday
Where: Just Outside the City Center

Crowley had been sleeping in his pristine bed in his flat.  Certainly the flat had that distinct feel that no one lived there, but the plants were shiny and green, blooming with all their might and Crowley definitely enjoyed a good sleep.  Something, however, was bothering him.  Bothering him enough that he woke up.  He frowned as he sat up, rubbing his serpentine eyes.

After some deliberation, he finally got up and slipped into a stylish suit and snakeskin boots.  He needed to clear his head to rid himself of the nagging suspicion that something was wrong.  Maybe a drive would help.  He left the apartment, expecting the place to lock up behind him (which it did).

He stepped up to his pristine black Bentley and then stopped, his hand in his pocket.  He blinked and looked around.  The area seemed WRONG.  This didn't seem like London anymore.  He wondered if Aziraphale was okay.

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[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

Henry noticed the black-haired man who looked confused. He figured he might as well be friendly.

"Excuse me?" he asked. "Are you new to this place?"

[eyesofaserpent]

Crowley turned at the sound of the voice. He looked the man up and down, deciding he was just a normal human. Which must be strange, because not much else was normal right now.

He swallowed his pride. "Uh... Apparently... This isn't London... Right?"

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

Henry grinned. "You're from London, too?" he asked. "That's great. Wonderful. No, no, this certainly isn't London, unfortunately." He put out a hand, "Henry Foster. And your name?"

[eyesofaserpent]

Crowley frowned. If this wasn't London, that meant he'd have a beast of a time getting back to that bookshop in Soho. But if that were true, why was his apartment here? Bless it all, this was a bloody mess.

"Crowley... So what is this place?"

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

"No idea," he said. "I just sort of...wound up here a few months ago. There's not very many of us, but none of us know where it is."

He sighed. "You don't have any soma, by chance?"

[eyesofaserpent]

Great... No one knew where this was. What the blazes was this? Some sort of mass kidnapping?

He looked at Henry through his shades. "Soma? Not at all..." He had no idea what it was the man was asking for, but he wasn't about to admit that right now.

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

"Blast," Henry said, disappointed. "Well, anyway, I suppose I can show you around, although there's not much to see."

[eyesofaserpent]

Crowley shrugged, patting the Bentley. "Is this walkable or should we drive?"

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

Henry hadn't been in a car since he'd arrived in the City.

"We can drive," he said. "I suppose I'll just show you the grocery store, the mall, the apartment complexes...there's a beach as well, but it's a bit of a drive...and some country out a ways, but I hate the country. I do love country sports, though."

[eyesofaserpent]

Crowley nodded and opened the door of the Bentley, sliding into the driver's seat. He willed the car to start before realizing he should have the key in the ignition and he fished it out of his pocket and into its slot.

"Hop in."

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

Henry got in the passenger seat and leaned back.

"So what was your profession back in London?" he asked. The fellow looked like a Beta, but he couldn't quite be sure.

[eyesofaserpent]

Crowley shifted into gear and pulled into the street. He was a proficient in driving.

"Profession?" Crowley frowned. "I'm a consultant..."

It certainly wasn't the truth, but he could hardly say that he was a demon from hell up on earth to make everyones lives a little more hectic.

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah?" Henry asked. "Freelance?"

[eyesofaserpent]

Crowley snorted. "More or less. So where am I going?"

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

"Turn left and you'll be in front of the bigger apartment complex, the one I'm staying in. Turn right and you'll be right around the grocery store. Take your pick."

[eyesofaserpent]

Crowley blinked. Neither were likely places he'd go in the future. But he might as well make a choice. He turned right.

"So nobody knows anything about this place, huh?"

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

"Not really," Henry said. "Just that no one seems to be from here. No one's even been here more than a few months. And everything works without employees."

[eyesofaserpent]

Crowley frowned some more. What in the world was this place. He thumbed a cassette into the deck. Mozart's "Killer Queen" began playing softly.

"I don't think I like this..."

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

Henry wasn't entirely sure whether he was referring to the music or the situation in general, but he realized it didn't really matter.

"Me neither," he responded.

[eyesofaserpent]

He grumbled a bit. "So that's the store, I assume. What else is there to this place?"

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

"Not much," Henry said bitterly. "It's a ghost town, really." He cringed.

[eyesofaserpent]

"Great.... Anywhere I can drop you off?" He was rather grumpy now. Alone in a ghost town with no way out.

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

"You can just pull over here," Henry said. He wasn't too far from his apartment and there was something he didn't like about this man.

[eyesofaserpent]

Crowley nodded and pulled over to the side of the road. "All right... Uh... If you ever see a man with blonde hair and a sense of style from the 1950's, do me a favour and direct him to my apartment..."

[mister-foster.livejournal.com]

"Alright," Henry said. He decided not to bother explaining that he was from 600 years after the time of Henry Ford and wouldn't possibly know what they dressed like in the 1950s. He just stepped out of the car and headed home.