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[Crowley has kept his new powers virtually under wraps, using the new abilities to please himself alone: he adds a few more rooms to his cabin, updates all of his cutting-edge furniture, and does a few truly hideous things to houseplants that dramatically thrive in terror.
Now he's gotten bored, and has decided to treat the Barge to a bit of music. On loop.]
Enjoying the soundtrack? I'll change the song if anyone can suggest a better one. ["Better" here meaning "even more annoying."]
[Port spam (current)]
[Paris is a nice return to normality for Crowley. He's been before, and walking the familiar streets is almost comforting. No magic to worry about, no monsters beyond those he shares a boat with, and the food is exquisite - he missed that. The limitless credit cards he wished up for himself are serving him well, and he takes the opportunity to spoil himself.
Fancy cigarettes. Good wine. New suits. A Maserati Granturismo.
He careens down the crowded city streets at 120kph, getting away with it simply because humans know it's physically impossible; he rents a floor of a five-star hotel; he haunts the most expensive restaurants and shames the waiters; he hits nightclubs and usually walks out with at least one gorgeous young Parisian.
It's a good port.]
[Crowley has kept his new powers virtually under wraps, using the new abilities to please himself alone: he adds a few more rooms to his cabin, updates all of his cutting-edge furniture, and does a few truly hideous things to houseplants that dramatically thrive in terror.
Now he's gotten bored, and has decided to treat the Barge to a bit of music. On loop.]
Enjoying the soundtrack? I'll change the song if anyone can suggest a better one. ["Better" here meaning "even more annoying."]
[Port spam (current)]
[Paris is a nice return to normality for Crowley. He's been before, and walking the familiar streets is almost comforting. No magic to worry about, no monsters beyond those he shares a boat with, and the food is exquisite - he missed that. The limitless credit cards he wished up for himself are serving him well, and he takes the opportunity to spoil himself.
Fancy cigarettes. Good wine. New suits. A Maserati Granturismo.
He careens down the crowded city streets at 120kph, getting away with it simply because humans know it's physically impossible; he rents a floor of a five-star hotel; he haunts the most expensive restaurants and shames the waiters; he hits nightclubs and usually walks out with at least one gorgeous young Parisian.
It's a good port.]
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Date: 2015-05-20 08:55 pm (UTC)Anthony!
[She's clearly been shopping already - she's wearing a cute outfit that's obviously designer label, and is carrying a new purse in addition to a couple shopping bags.]
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Date: 2015-05-20 09:06 pm (UTC)Hmm? Oh, hi.
[He lets Tiffany catch up before unlocking the Maserati's door and settling his bags inside.] You look nice. Is that Louis Vuitton?
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Date: 2015-05-20 09:10 pm (UTC)[Tiffany holds up the bag and gives a little twirl. She glances at the Apple Store with vague interest, but decides against going in; she already has a tablet and an iPod, so what more from there could she want? Anthony and his car are much more interesting.]
You renting that?
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Date: 2015-05-20 09:20 pm (UTC)[He grins and pats the car lovingly; it's not his beloved Bentley, but being behind the wheel of a beautiful automobile is energizing.]
No, it's all mine. Want a lift?
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Date: 2015-05-20 09:21 pm (UTC)[She's never seen a car this fancy, let alone ridden in one. She hops in before he can change his mind.]
Yeah. I ain't going anywhere in particular, but...
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Date: 2015-05-20 09:29 pm (UTC)[He slides behind the wheel and keys the ignition. The car starts with a purr and he turns into traffic, miraculously avoiding a fast-approaching cab in the same lane. The driver rolls down the window and unleashes a string of French expletives, which Crowley answers in kind.
Since there's a human in the car he doesn't break the laws of traffic too spectacularly, but still takes stupid risks that would result in an accident for anyone else.]
...All right, racing may have to wait until we're past the city limits.
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Date: 2015-05-20 09:32 pm (UTC)What do you think of this port? You ever been here before? I think it's fucking great; you should see my room. I never stayed in a hotel before.
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Date: 2015-05-20 10:14 pm (UTC)He raps his knuckles lightly on the wall, and wryly says] Fortunato?
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Date: 2015-06-15 02:43 am (UTC)And Sylvanas is there, with her large cat half across her lap, on her suspended bed. The fact that it's Crowley is the reason she lightly nudges the cat from her lap and stands up, walks to the doorway she can't cross.]
Is there a reason you're speaking Italian into my room?
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Date: 2015-06-15 06:50 pm (UTC)[He leans against the doorframe and lights a cigarette as he looks over the cramped little space.]
Is this your punishment? Sitting in a closet with an oversized cat?
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Date: 2015-07-16 03:52 am (UTC)Rethink those descriptions.
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Date: 2015-05-23 07:14 pm (UTC)So he's examining it in a parking lot when Crowley comes back. He's well-dressed for a teenager, but there's still something about the way he's looking at the car that suggests he's deciding if he wants to risk stealing it or not. Maybe it's the nasty shiner that makes him look suspicious. He usually wouldn't go for something this big, but it's a hard opportunity to pass up. Never mind that he... can't actually drive. He's never had to, what with his feet being faster than any vehicle.]
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Date: 2015-05-23 10:12 pm (UTC)Avez-vous déjà conduit une voiture comme ça? [He tries French first, then switches over to English, his bases covered.] Ever driven one of those?
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Date: 2015-05-23 10:32 pm (UTC)I was just looking! [Yup, that's English, all right.] Wasn't going to do anything to it.
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Date: 2015-05-24 01:55 am (UTC)[He won't hint that the car is his or move to defend it in any way. Pietro's free to try stealing it, largely because Crowley intends to make sure it won't go anywhere.]
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Date: 2015-05-24 06:11 pm (UTC)Sure, I guess...
[Then again, what kind of grown-ass man in a snappy suit encourages a teenager to steal a car?]
Wait, this is some kind of sting or something, isn't it?
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Date: 2015-05-25 12:35 am (UTC)I just don't think you can do it.
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Date: 2015-05-25 02:26 am (UTC)No...
[His eyes snap back up to Crowley's face, and he scowls.]
I could do it. No problem. Actually, it's almost too easy.
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Date: 2015-05-24 05:09 pm (UTC)about you and vergel i mean
don't worry i won't tell anybody
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Date: 2015-05-25 12:37 am (UTC)How'd you find out?
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Date: 2015-05-25 12:39 am (UTC)you guys are not suttle
[There are limits to her communicator's spellcheck, apparently. It has no idea what to do with "suttle".]
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Date: 2015-05-25 12:46 am (UTC)[Crowley remembers when there wasn't formalized spelling. Texting Tiffany is sort of a return to that.]
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