Who: Crowley and perhaps Aziraphale. Maybe some customers lol
What: Crowley is still frustrated by this universe.
When: Around 10am.
Where: Aziraphale's Bookshop
Rating: PG-13
Status: In Progress

( Father Satan send the Serpent ~ Poison me with your tongue )

Who: Crowley, Christopher, Vicki, and ...?
Date and time: March 19, night
Where: City Park, Hospital
Rating: Worksafe, language
Summary: Crowley's unusually quiet, which may not be all that good...
( So... There was this snake and he had this apple... )

I'll do a bloody ( meme... )

Who: Crowley & ____?
When: Early Evening
Where: City Center

Crowley was pissed.  He was alone in this strange city.   Somewhere in his mind he wondered if Adam had something to do with all of this.  He didn't think the anti-christ would have, but he wasn't about to put it past him.  Maybe he got bored.

What Crowley needed now was a stiff drink.  He got out of the car and leaned against it.  Where was Aziraphale when he needed him.  At least if he were there they could get drunk together.

Who: Crowley & ____?
When: Midday
Where: Just Outside the City Center

Crowley had been sleeping in his pristine bed in his flat.  Certainly the flat had that distinct feel that no one lived there, but the plants were shiny and green, blooming with all their might and Crowley definitely enjoyed a good sleep.  Something, however, was bothering him.  Bothering him enough that he woke up.  He frowned as he sat up, rubbing his serpentine eyes.

After some deliberation, he finally got up and slipped into a stylish suit and snakeskin boots.  He needed to clear his head to rid himself of the nagging suspicion that something was wrong.  Maybe a drive would help.  He left the apartment, expecting the place to lock up behind him (which it did).

He stepped up to his pristine black Bentley and then stopped, his hand in his pocket.  He blinked and looked around.  The area seemed WRONG.  This didn't seem like London anymore.  He wondered if Aziraphale was okay.