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]

"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.