Drink Count: 1 | Enter the Serpent

[eyesofaserpent]

[Action: locked to 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[Crowley likes sleeping. He likes it rather a lot, actually. But something is nagging at the back of his mind. Something isn't right. Perhaps it is the warm body next to him.

Wait... Warm body? How drunk did he get last night and why didn't he sober up before he went to sleep?

He sits up slowly, rubbing his temples as he does so.]

Angel, we really need to sober up fir---

[He finally opened his eyes and looks over at the form beside him. Small. Female. Red hair. That is not Aziraphale. It would be odd enough if it had been the angel. He backs away from the strange woman and scoots right off the bed, taking some of the covers with him. What the hell is this tripe?

A mirror near his landing spot catches his attention. What is he wearing? He slowly looks up to his own eyes and freezes in shock.

Green. Green and human eyes, entirely familiar, but extremely alien looks back at him. He touches his face to make sure that is really himself in the mirror.

It is.]

Ngk.


[Phone Call: Unfiltered]

[He's been trying to keep his voice calm, but he is entirely unsettled by those green eyes looking back at him. His voice is the picture of cool, however. It was so laid back, you roll out a beach towel on it and sunbathe.]

Could somebody tell me if Azira--- Mr. Fell is somewhere in this town?

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Phone

[yamaxanadu]

I haven't heard of anyone by that name, but that doesn't mean they may not be somewhere around.

[eyesofaserpent]

[A pause. The frown can almost be heard through the phone.]

Bloody wonderful.

[yamaxanadu]

I take it you are a new arrival? It can be quite shocking at first, but that eases a little with time.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He grumbles a bit, catching a glimpse of his freakishly normal eyes.]

Yes. New. I don't think I'll ever get used to this.

[yamaxanadu]

This like everything just requires time to adapt. Most people here were like yourself once, new and confused and at least slightly disturbed.

[eyesofaserpent]

So it seems. I read the pamphlet.

[yamaxanadu]

Then you're about as informed as anyone is, beyond a few details.

[eyesofaserpent]

Bloody wonderful. Now I really hope Aziraphale doesn't follow me into this place.

[yamaxanadu]

Sadly no one has a choice when they are singled out.

[eyesofaserpent]

So it would seem. But I still don't want him to get involved in this mess.

[yamaxanadu]

Hopefully for you he will be fortunate and not arrive here.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah. Hopefully.

Action!

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[When there was movement in the bed, April was pretty confused. She had locked the drone out of the room, so what the...

Cue waking up and blinking at Crowley, before she gives a surprised squeak and hops out of her side of the bed, though she doesn't really make the landing, so she ends up landing on her back.] ... Ugh, dammit...

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley is still thoroughly distracted by the eyes, his eyes, staring back at him in the mirror.]

What the bloody fucking hell happened to me?

[Those eyes were giving him the willies. He conjures a pair of shades, expecting the familiar weight on his face... But none came.]

FUCK!

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

... You've, um, lost all your powers and are probably human now if you weren't before. It happens to everyone that gets brought here. [April comments from her landing spot on the floor before she pushes herself onto her feet, placing a hand on the wall for support, since she's got a bad leg, and glances at Crowley, looking at tad wary.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He looks up at the unfamiliar woman. Something akin to panic flashed in his unfamiliar green eyes.]

I'm human?! What.... How? [A pause.] Who are you?

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

Um, I'm April and I'm also someone that's been brought here, though I've been stuck here for a few months now...

[She leans against the wall; April looks rather relaxed but the uncertain look in her eyes says otherwise.]

[eyesofaserpent]

I... I'm Crowley. [Maybe he should be using the name he normally gave humans.] Anthony Crowley...

Is there no way out?

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[April gives a shake of her head.] Nope, one hasn't been found yet. If you try to leave, the town loops...

[She thinks to herself for a moment, before going to sit on the bed to put her leg brace on and she opens the bedside drawer, rummaging around a few of the papers in there, before pulling out a leaflet (http://buildstherobots.livejournal.com/12857.html#cutid1) and standing up to go offer it to Crowley.] Um, here, this more or less explains what's going on and what's happened here before.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He reads over the leaflet, his expression getting increasingly sour.]

Bloody brilliant...

Phone

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Mr. Fell? I don't believe so. What was the other name you started saying?"

[eyesofaserpent]

Er... [If the angel is here, surely he'd be using his pseudonym, right? He always had in the past. Oh, well. He needed to find him.] Aziraphale.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"I don't have anyone by that name in my data file either, but, its not 100% since people come and go monthly. I'm sorry."

[eyesofaserpent]

Great... It's probably better he's not here.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Probably, but being separated from people you know can be hard."

[eyesofaserpent]

I'll be fine. There are times I don't go over to his bookshop in years.

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

Fell-san? I do not think I've heard of such a name, but... ah, forgive me, but you meant to say another name earlier, did you not?

[eyesofaserpent]

[So far no one had heard of Mr. Fell or Aziraphale.]

Aziraphale. But if he's not going by Mr. Fell, you likely wouldn't have heard of that name either.

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

Indeed, I have no, but... uwah, it's so cool! Such a unique name!

[eyesofaserpent]

[he stares at the phone a moment. Clearly this is not something he'd ever thought about.]

I guess it is.

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

This Aziraphale-san, I wonder what sort of person he is...

[eyesofaserpent]

Aziraphale? He likes his tea and old books. He's generally a good guy, but he's enough of a bastard to be worth liking.

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

...Ah, so being a, um, "bastard"- forgive me- is considered a good thing, in this case. I see. Hm, tea and old books, is it...

[eyesofaserpent]

Well, it's much better than him being a stick in the mud.

And I suppose I should be a bit more specific with that. Rare, old books are more to his taste.