sauntervaguelydownwards | 06 🍎 You wouldn't get this from any other guy

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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."]

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[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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[With Merlin's leavetaking still fresh on her mind and in her heart, Tiffany is finding it hard to enjoy Paris fully - hard, but not impossible. She is having a blast, despite the timing, and can often be found with one or more of her closest friends in tow - but this afternoon, she finds herself alone, wandering the streets. It makes her a little nervous, actually. Her experience with big cities is next to zero, and she's certainly never been in one all by herself. So when she spots Crowley, she wastes no time in hurrying over to join him.]

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.]

Edited 2015-05-20 20:57 (UTC)

[There was an Apple Store in Paris, which Crowley found fantastic. He'd been in with the company for awhile now (for obvious reasons) but in the eight years since his time there have been all sorts of fun technological updates and he stocked up on new devices, was just stepping out of the shop when he heard a familiar American voice.]

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?

Thanks. And-- yeah. Yeah, it is.

[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?

You're learning.

[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?

Really?

[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...

Then let's see how fast this thing can go.

[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.

[Having initially left her seatbelt off, Tiffany quickly rectifies that situation. Yikes. She also, of course, keeps up a steady stream of chatter as they drive.]

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.

[Good call; Crowley never drives with a seatbelt, but then Tiffany isn't magic. He pays less attention to the road than most (at times the car almost seems like it's driving itself) to answer her.]

We need more like this one. I've been before, yeah -- a couple times. Thought about taking the train back to London but it's not worth it for a day trip.

Really, never? You're in a suite, right? Tell me you're in a suite.

... I think so? It's fucking huge. It's got a shower and a whirlpool tub. It's got a big balcony. It's got a living room and two bedrooms, and a little kitchen. That's suite, right?

Sounds like you got yourself a villa. That's even better.

Fuck yeah - a villa.

It's pretty high up, too. With a great view.

[Even people who like Rick Astley won't like Rick Astley after three hours of the same song. Crowley wanders through the Barge, enjoying the schadenfreude each time he sees someone ticked off. On the third level he notices a very distinct feature: an open doorway. Not a blank door, but a conveniently missing one.

He raps his knuckles lightly on the wall, and wryly says] Fortunato?

Edited 2015-06-01 09:49 (UTC)

I should see this room. In fact, you should take it back to the Barge with you.

Ask the Admiral to remake it? Yeah, I could. My room there right now is a hotel room, but this one's even better.

Why not. Call it a graduation present to yourself.

Well, you can come see it here in the city and give me your professional opinion; how about that.

You're inviting me back to your place? Are you going to buy me dinner first?

Ha ha.

You can't see the bedroom. Bedroom's private. Might have guy underwear lying on the floor or something.

All right, but we're still having dinner.

At a fancy restaurant? Never been to one of those before, either.

Yes, at a fancy restaurant. What have you been eating here?

Went to a cafe with somebody this morning. Then had lunch with another somebody at another cafe. There's lots of cafes here, I have noticed.

[ Vergil was walking down the street, his long blue coat was a sign of it being him, if his hair wasn't enough. He was reading over a book as he walked. He had no money... yet he had a fancy coffee in the other hand, and a nice pair of blue shades on.]

Thank Someone, I was hoping you wouldn't say fast food. Still, you should try some --

[He glances to his right and spots the familiar figure -- who else wears a coat like that? And sharply veers to the curb next to Vergil.]

Get in, loser, we're going shopping.

Hey, what're you--

[Well, look who it is.]

Yeah, we're going shopping.

[And she already has shotgun. Smugity smug smug.]

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