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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.]
[port spam]
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.
[port spam]
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 09:53 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2015-05-20 09:57 pm (UTC)[port spam]
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Date: 2015-05-20 09:59 pm (UTC)It's pretty high up, too. With a great view.
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Date: 2015-05-20 10:24 pm (UTC)You can't see the bedroom. Bedroom's private. Might have guy underwear lying on the floor or something.
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Date: 2015-05-20 10:38 pm (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2015-05-20 10:40 pm (UTC)[Well, look who it is.]
Yeah, we're going shopping.
[And she already has shotgun. Smugity smug smug.]
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Date: 2015-05-20 10:45 pm (UTC)[ He muttered in Italian before Stepping OVER the door into the back without scuffing the leather. It was an advantage of his power and his stupid height. Six two was not wasted here. He sat down in the middle looking as disgruntled as ever. ]
It looks like you have already started. [ He took another drink of his coffee ready to go.]
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Date: 2015-05-21 08:33 am (UTC)[His smirk at Vergil through the rearview mirror turns into a thoughtful straight line.] If you spill or get dirt on my upholstery you're cleaning it off.
And you haven't? [He accelerates back into traffic, weaving between lanes and somehow outstripping the other cars fairly easily.] Did you see Tiffany's outfit? We're getting somewhere here. Although I personally want to see what Versace is up to, because that might be good for you. [This last part is directed toward her.]
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