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[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley's back to his usual shape. No extra curves, no extra scales. He has the day off and he's decided that he's hungry. He can't go out for lunch by himself, right?]


A. [Action: 724 Anderson, around noon]

[Here's Crowley. Here's Crowley barging into this house as if he owns the place. He has one hand shoved into a pocket and he looks as laid back as a snake sunbathing.]

Rupert? Are you in?


B. [Action: the restaurant in The Louvre Hotel, around 1]

[Crowley'd heard the food is good here, so naturally, he is drawn to it. It reminds him of all the times he and Aziraphale would dine at the Ritz, though the Ritz was infinitely better than this place. Still, this is where he and Giles can be spotted having lunch.]

Oh, come on now, it's not all that bad here.


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

[As always, your resident bar demon is serving up drinks. He seems to be in good spirits and not because he caused any mischief.]

Comments

There must be another one somewhere! I found it on a wedding planning board :p

[bread_goes_bip]

People do tend to be surprised. I have to admit meeting the other fellow was an experience.

I'm sure there is! It's just a matter of searching! Actually at thebar.com you can search by color.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah, it was a little...

Huh... How strange. Is there a different Death for every world?

Because you never know when you need a pink drink!

[bread_goes_bip]

There seems to be. He's in charge of the Discworld. We've had a lot of time to talk about it thanks to the town's sense of humour.

Or blue or green....

[eyesofaserpent]

What, did Mayfield proclaim you married?

Or rainbow!

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death giggles]

Exactly.

Indeed!

[eyesofaserpent]

[He shakes his head a bit. He feels a lot more at ease with this Death. The other one completely unsettles him.]

Huh... Strange town, this... Er... How long have you been here?

Re: Indeed!

[bread_goes_bip]

[She has to pause to think about that]

It'll be a year in a couple weeks. It's been... strange.

[eyesofaserpent]

A year? Huh... I think it's been about 6 months for me.

I take it it doesn't get any easier.

[bread_goes_bip]

Don't get me wrong, being alive is wonderful but... I've never been mortal for this long before. It's a strange experience. And I can't help worrying.

[eyesofaserpent]

There's a lot to worry about here in Mayfield. Anything in particular?

[bread_goes_bip]

Mostly just the fact that the town can even hold me like that. It's not like no one has tried before but... no one ever succeeded.

[eyesofaserpent]

I can't say I'm rather thrilled with it myself. I mean, I've been summoned before, but that doesn't last very long usually.

[bread_goes_bip]

Summoned? What do you mean?

[eyesofaserpent]

Some humans are stupid enough to try summoning demons to "do their bidding".

[bread_goes_bip]

Ah, demon, that would explain it. Yes, that seldom ends well.

[eyesofaserpent]

Well, honestly, they're lucky if they just get me. I don't barter for souls or tear them apart or anything.

[bread_goes_bip]

Really? So what do you do then?

[eyesofaserpent]

I might make their lives a little miserable, but in a recoverable manner. I like large scale deals more than individuals.

[bread_goes_bip]

What sort of large scale?

[She's honestly curious. She's met plenty of demons but this seems a little different]

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh... Nothing special... Television game shows, Manchester, the M25 motorway... All stuff that just helps churn out a low level of evil that tarnishes the patina of people's souls.