Drink Count: 13 || Bombfield, Day 1

[eyesofaserpent]

A. [Action, 915 Bilko Boulevard, or at least what's left of it]

[Crowley wakes suddenly to find the house in rubble and his drone daughter dead. The sight of her body almost makes him ill. He looks around quickly to spot April and Kyon moments before his eyes fall on the remains of the garage. It's missing his pride and joy: the Bentley. He can't stop himself from running to the foundation of the garage and looking around uselessly, as it would change the present.]

Oh bloody hell, Mayfield. Where is my bloody car?

[Priorities, mang.]


B. [Action, around Mayfield]

[Crowley is the most displeased demon. Why did he do all that work to avert the apocalypse just to see it happen here in this town? Also, things are registering as hot to him. What the hell? It wasn't that long ago that he could be set on fire and not even break a sweat.

He's been going around Mayfield, trying to find people he likes. Giles, Loki, Grimsley, Lyn, Snipes, Mika: that means you especially. Anyone else he's met, he'll also be checking in on, but mostly after or on the way to checking in on those 6.]

Oh, good. You made it out okay...

Comments

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn shrugs restlessly. He seems twitchy, in the most literal sense of the word - he barely seems able to stand still, constantly turning to glance over his shoulder, eyes darting to follow any sound or movement, shivering(he's not wearing the best clothes, and with his demon status gone he can't simply shrug off the cold as usual), shifting his weight and idly flexing his fingers. It's hard to say if he's afraid of holding still, or actually incapable of it under the circumstances.] Where the fuck is there to head? Just trying to get whatever I can while the getting's good. After that...dunno. Find somewhere hidden to hole up until Mayfield goes back to normal. It always does sooner or later.

[eyesofaserpent]

So you don't have any plans set in concrete? Excellent. Come with me, Lyn.

[He starts moving back toward the direction he'd been heading.]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn casts a glance at the rubble he was digging through, then decides he probably wasn't going to find anything useful there anyway and trails after Crowley willingly enough. A lack of any particular plans means that one place is as good as any other.]

Where're we going?

[eyesofaserpent]

To be honest, I'm not exactly sure yet. But I'm fairly certain we'll run into some of my mates with a hole to settle down in.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Hey, one hole's as good as another. And company's even better...although if there's not enough food all it means is we all get to starve together. [Lyn swipes a sleeve over his face.] I think I'm back to being human again - all my powers are gone. What about you?

[eyesofaserpent]

[To be honest, he hadn't thought of that. He tries to change his shape and finds that he cannot and frowns.]

Bloody great.