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...

[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.]

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?


((ooc: To anyone selecting B or C, I will be responding with eyesofafemsnake so I can use the pretty icons.))

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.

[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?

Regained: Demon body, including snake eyes, split tongue, hisses, lack of blinking, night vision, and fire invulnerability
Regained: 1926 black Bentley, doesn't need refueling, has electronics (MP3 player, GPS device, car phone), and a spare pair of Ray-bans
Regained: Shapeshifting ability, glitchy
Regained: Ability to go unnoticed
Regained: Snakeskin shoes
Regained: Ability to change one object into another
Regained: Wings
Regained: Ability to sense people's desires
Regained: Thermos of Holy Water
Regained: Healing
Regained: State of the art sound system

Ability to put wings away and take them out at will
Hypnotism
Memory altering
Lack of need to eat, drink, or sleep
Create objects out of nothing
Banish objects into nothing
State of the art sound system
CD collection
Blu-ray player
Blu-ray collection
Sunglasses collection

Activity for Mayfield's Current Activity Check Period
September - October
Housing Link


Drink Count: 33 || Just when everthing seemed to be alright...

7th Headshot || Phone Call to All [commented]