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[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.
[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.
spam; thank you for saving the flowers ;;
Date: 2014-12-14 08:01 pm (UTC)Just some gardening, some redecoration. These things really ought to stay in here, don't you think?
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Date: 2014-12-14 10:29 pm (UTC)They cannot go here. Orchids need their own space.
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Date: 2014-12-14 11:23 pm (UTC)[Awkward interruption or not, he still plans to terrify as much flora as he can.]
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Date: 2014-12-14 11:58 pm (UTC)It would be wise to consult the gardeners before adding anything to the greenhouse.
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Date: 2014-12-15 01:12 am (UTC)[His cheery tone suggests he has no intention of doing so.]
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Date: 2014-12-15 02:50 am (UTC)He can do whatever he likes with the other plants, she doesn't care about them. ]
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Date: 2014-12-15 04:41 am (UTC)spam;
Date: 2014-12-15 04:53 am (UTC)Yeah, that's right. You better run, plant terrorist. ]