eyesofaserpent | Drink Count: 11 || "Take Me In, Tender Woman," Sighed the Snake

A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, morning]

[Oh look, there's a package on the porch for Crowley. Well, to be honest, Crowley picks it up with a glitter on the lenses of his sunglasses. So far, Mayfield's gifts to him have been good, so he really has no reason to be wary of this box. He takes it to the kitchen to open it and... He feels a rush of energy that tingles on his skin and knowledge dropped into his mind about what he has just regained: his ability to change his shape.

So, just to test it out, he suddenly takes the form of a snake and flicks his forked tongue in amusement. In fact to any of the residents of 915 Bilko were to walk into the kitchen, they would see a snake that gives the impression of being mighty proud of himself.]

Hallo.

[Oh yeah, this snake can talk.]

B. [Action: About town, afternoon]

[Crowley's trying out a different shape. He's slinking around town as a woman with raven black hair, cherry red lips, and shades. He's wearing a slinky, low-cut, white with black polka dotted pencil skirt dress and black snakeskin Louboutin stilettos. He looks like every teenage boy's wet dream: the quintessential pinup girl.

Crowley still seems rather pleased with himself, parading around town like this. Go ahead. Approach him. He won't bite. Not even you, Loki.]

C. [Action: Olney's Tavern, evening]

[Well, he's not behind the bar. He isn't allowed behind the bar tonight because he's a woman. In fact, he keeps getting disapproving looks from the patrons of the tavern.

Crowley found out he was stuck a couple hours back. It was like he forgot his favorite shape. Really, it is just a set back, though a very frustrating one. Clearly, it's been too long since he changed his shape.

He drummed his perfectly painted red fingernails on the counter before taking a sip of her Apple Crisp.]

Bollocks... I really buggered this up, didn't I?

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Well, I suppose you're certainly tempting me into mortal sin right now. When I'm languishing in hell, I expect the temperature to be lowered a few degrees for friendships' sake.

I could maybe set you up in the first level. It's a little more cozy there.

An eternity of having my feet tickled instead of outright torture?

More or less. Though I doubt I have any say on what happens to souls trapped here.

You were Original Sin. Surely that gives you some leverage.

I wasn't "Original Sin". And trust me, I'm at the bottom rung in the hierarchy. I didn't exactly fall like the rest of them.

I thought you said you were the serpent?

...In any case, I suppose I shall hold out hope that I return to my world before my untimely demise. It wouldn't be at all fair to end up someplace that doesn't even exist where I come from.

I was the Serpent that tempted Eve, yes. But I'm not Sin itself.

And yes, I suppose you'd be out of place there.

The cause of original sin, no need to split hairs.

In any case...

[Grimsley takes a swill of his drink.]

Perhaps we ought to get back to discussing your situation. How is it that you switch skins at all?

I've always been able to change my shape. Kind of comes with the territory of not being entirely corporeal.

Then go back to being incorporeal.

It's not as easy as that. Er... I kind of like having a body.

Then what do you plan to do?

Wait it out. If I keep working at it, I'll get back to normal.

...Perhaps some more alcohol is in order.

Always a good idea.

[He waves to the bartender on duty and calls out:] Barkeep! Two Singapore Slings!

If I have to go over there and teach him how to make a bloody cocktail from the bloody fifties, I'm going to tear him a new asshole when I'm behind the bar again...

Hm. Do personality changes come with the form or have you always been so violent?

When it comes to drones and cocktails? Nah, no change.

Picky about your drinks?

Easily bored. And those drone idiots behind the counter don't know how to make anything more recent than a bloody Seabreeze.

Perhaps I could rustle up something more to your tastes? This was my job for three years, after all.

I do on a regular basis, mate. They just won't let me behind the counter looking like this.

Discrimination? Surely not. Perhaps you ought to show them the proper way to treat a lady.

"A lady has no place behind a bar." I'm lucky they haven't thrown me out of here in general. I can feel the disapproving looks of some of the drones on the back of my head.