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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: 2015-06-15 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.