01 🍎 Pleased to meet you; hope you guessed my name

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

[Video]
[It’s a new face, but a transmission that’s been made scores of times. This time the speaker is a dark-haired young man with great cheekbones, wearing sunglasses and a bewildered expression. He’s standing on the deck a healthy distance from the chapel, and when he speaks his voice is British, clipped, and dry.]

All right, when’s the next stop? I want to get off. Getting shanghaied onto Twilight Zone Cruise Lines is bad enough, but the maniacal holiday displays and the church are starting to make me nervous. I am not sitting through a Christmas sermon or anyone’s rendition of “Away in a Manger.”


[Deck/Greenhouse spam]
[Crowley had mostly been blowing hot air on the network; in truth the decorations delight him. They spark up an idea, and as soon as it flashes through his mind it takes hold and he knows he has to do it – it’s too tempting. There are cut trees everywhere, and a Greenhouse.

A smirk grows on his lips.

He wrestles an especially bright small tree through the Greenhouse door, dragging it to a spot directly in front of an array of orchids.] Pretty, hmm? [he asks the plants around him. He enjoys talking to – or rather threatening – greenery.] So shiny and delicate. Enjoy it, take a good look. [He tipped the tree, letting the water from the stand drain out.] Someday, this might be you.

Comments

[orderfromchaos]

It's not much of a church, if that's any consolation.

[strangehistorian]

The ship comes into port every two and a half months, on average!

[Video]

[tricksandmischief]

It seems they make very frequent pick-ups and not so many are let leave.

At least, not until they have done what they wanted with you.

video

[isahumanbeing]

[Not even bothering to look up what what he's doing when he replies.]

You can get off next stop; you'll wake right back up in your cabin when we leave.

Oh, and don't touch any Christmas jumpers. Welcome aboard.

[to_dust]

[Looks a bit like a rugby player crossed with an alligator by way of a chameleon: sounds as British as Crowley, but with a distinct flavor of Mummy-bought-me-a-pony public-school boy.]

Oh, please don't mention singing. You'll put the idea in someone's head.

spam; I adore you for this

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ She may not be working in the greenhouse anymore, but Ceres still enjoys visiting from time to time. She's always been fond of flowers. So she's a little concerned when somebody seems to be accosting the orchids. ]

What are you doing?

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier needs the plantlife in the greenhouse for his spells and gris-gris, so he often heads up there to take cuttings and the like. This is a very...odd sight, however, and he pauses in his work to observe what he assumes is some sort of strange plant abuse.

He sounds amused at least, chuckling softly.]

Whatever did it do to you?

[punched_hitler]

No one's making you go to church.

But getting off at the next stop wouldn't do you much good. You'll end up right back on when we leave.