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...

Backdated to Sunday

A. [Action: Wherever the hell he finds Lyn]

[Crowley is heading into work in his Bentley when he sees... Well, a bunch of what looks like people staggering around. In the middle of the road, even. They don't really look to be in the best of shape. And then he sees a few clustered around a familiar blonde head. He frowns. This doesn't seem right at all and the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end. He rolls down the window.]

Lyn! Need a hand?


B. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[After having taken a bite to the neck, Crowley isn't feeling very well. At least the bleeding stopped...]


C. [Action: About town]

[OH HEY LOOK. It's a Crowley zombie. He doesn't looks terribly happy. And maybe a little hungry.]

There's seriously no cure for this bullshit?

[Well, Crowley and April agreed to alternate days on who drinks the milk (after much debate/arguing).]


[Day 1: Extra Fortified Poison | Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[Crowley drinks the milk down and almost immediately starts to feel sick. Sweat starts beading on his brow.]

Bollocks, I don't think that milk was good...


[Day 3: Razor Blades | Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[He starts to drink the milk hesitantly and stops moments later, a loud expletive leaving his lips. He spits out a razor blade.]

This is bloody insane.

[He grabs a strainer a bowl, straining out the milk into it. There are at least twenty more blades in the strainer when he's done, but he finishes up the milk this time without much trouble.]


[Day 5: Hormone Free Milk | Action - Olney's Tavern]

[Crowley is irritably drying glasses.]

The next person who orders a Manhattan is getting it dumped on their lap.