Anthony J. Crowley (
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Who: Crowley & YOU
What: Post-arrival, exploring Ensō
When: Early November
Where: Various locations around the island.
Warnings: Crowley
Storytellers Temple
It wasn't long after his and Aziraphale's arrival that they decided to split up and investigate this new world separately. While neither of them seemed too keen on being separated, they agreed it would make for a quicker search of things. Crowley headed north immediately, seeking anything that looked like a structure that may be inhabited by people.
The building was very obviously built as a temple. A place to pay proper respects to someone or something. He had no reason to tred on holy ground for many years, but the sight of the stuffed rabbit out front drew him in, and he was surprised to find the ground not white-hot on the bottom of his feet. Something about this rabbit drew forth memories of a dream he was sure he had. At least, he thought it was a dream. His memory did seem a bit fuzzy.
"Curiouser and curiouser..." he muttered, squatting in front of the rabbit and staring down his nose at it over his sunglasses. Crowley wasn't one for books, but once he'd seen a made-for-TV adaptation of Alice in Wonderland and felt like Alice herself following the rabbit down its hole.
Monkey Compound
By no means was it Mayfair, but these seemed to be residences. Let's be honest, it wasn't posh or upscale, but it was the only thing he'd come across since the temple that looked inhabitable. Crowley was particularly taken by the garden. His little plantcare hobby may be of some use on a deserted island yet, depending on how stubborn the greenery is in this world. Perhaps all they need is for someone like Crowley to knock them down a peg or two, show them what's what.
He's encircling the garden when he notices a particularly well-growing plant. Proud little thing, he looks it up and down and scoffs. "Don't be so cocky..." he hisses as if it can hear him, not realizing anyone might be listening to him.
Denny
Finally, something normal, or at least as close to normal as one might find on a strange island. Come to think of it, finding a bar/restaurant isn't very normal at all given the situation. Crowley won't complain, of course, and take comfort in the small things.
He takes a seat on an open bench, waiting patiently for a server to reach him. "A glass of whatevers drinkable." he requests, open to recommendations. He's surprised to notice that he feels tired after a day of searching. He's never really felt tired before, at least, not like this. He tries to shake it off, must be in his head.
Wildcard
[OOC NOTE: Feel free to tag Crowley anywhere on the island in between his trips or come up with another prompt. If you'd like to discuss something special with me, I can be reached at
dukevendetta or on Discord at trashwitch666#9299]
What: Post-arrival, exploring Ensō
When: Early November
Where: Various locations around the island.
Warnings: Crowley
Storytellers Temple
It wasn't long after his and Aziraphale's arrival that they decided to split up and investigate this new world separately. While neither of them seemed too keen on being separated, they agreed it would make for a quicker search of things. Crowley headed north immediately, seeking anything that looked like a structure that may be inhabited by people.
The building was very obviously built as a temple. A place to pay proper respects to someone or something. He had no reason to tred on holy ground for many years, but the sight of the stuffed rabbit out front drew him in, and he was surprised to find the ground not white-hot on the bottom of his feet. Something about this rabbit drew forth memories of a dream he was sure he had. At least, he thought it was a dream. His memory did seem a bit fuzzy.
"Curiouser and curiouser..." he muttered, squatting in front of the rabbit and staring down his nose at it over his sunglasses. Crowley wasn't one for books, but once he'd seen a made-for-TV adaptation of Alice in Wonderland and felt like Alice herself following the rabbit down its hole.
Monkey Compound
By no means was it Mayfair, but these seemed to be residences. Let's be honest, it wasn't posh or upscale, but it was the only thing he'd come across since the temple that looked inhabitable. Crowley was particularly taken by the garden. His little plantcare hobby may be of some use on a deserted island yet, depending on how stubborn the greenery is in this world. Perhaps all they need is for someone like Crowley to knock them down a peg or two, show them what's what.
He's encircling the garden when he notices a particularly well-growing plant. Proud little thing, he looks it up and down and scoffs. "Don't be so cocky..." he hisses as if it can hear him, not realizing anyone might be listening to him.
Denny
Finally, something normal, or at least as close to normal as one might find on a strange island. Come to think of it, finding a bar/restaurant isn't very normal at all given the situation. Crowley won't complain, of course, and take comfort in the small things.
He takes a seat on an open bench, waiting patiently for a server to reach him. "A glass of whatevers drinkable." he requests, open to recommendations. He's surprised to notice that he feels tired after a day of searching. He's never really felt tired before, at least, not like this. He tries to shake it off, must be in his head.
Wildcard
[OOC NOTE: Feel free to tag Crowley anywhere on the island in between his trips or come up with another prompt. If you'd like to discuss something special with me, I can be reached at
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"The later, please." he answers, his voice tired as he leans on the bartop, head resting in one hand.
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"Long day?"
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"You could say that." he mutters, his hand dropping from his face to scoop up the cup, swirling it a bit in his hand. "Do you ever get over it? Being trapped here."
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"I adjusted quick, but this wasn't my first time showing up somewhere I didn't mean to go," he says.
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"Can't say the same. Although--- who knows? The other guy says I've been here before."
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Well, that's a helpful segue into topics that Tim wasn't sure how to easily broach. This hasn't, historically, gone over well whenever he says by the way, I happen to know another version of you. "Which other guy?"
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"The other server here. Tall, white hair..."
Crowley was never good at names, so whether or not they'd been introduced wasn't relevant.
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"Michael?" he ventures at last. "Kind of an older dude, wears glasses, likes nice suits?" Somehow manages to keep them in relatively good condition despite the environment they're all in?
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Crowley wasn't fond of the idea that so many people knew him, only because he had no control over what they knew about him. It was different when one could spread their own rumors about the infamous Anthony J. Crowley in a world that had rules and was easily understood. Being infamous was right up the demon's alley, but being known felt uncomfortable.
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As far as Tim is concerned, he's talking to an entirely different Crowley.
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"Did I do or say anything I should know about?" he asks, squinting before he even hears an answer.
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"It was just the one time, I'm pretty sure."
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"Well," he lifts his cup, "Here's to a few more." he continues, taking a sip.
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"Wasn't around long enough for it to get any deeper than that."
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Crowley says this in as friendly a tone as one can when absolutely miserable, and tosses back more of his drink. He certainly won't get pissed from one glass, but it does help take the edge off.
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He's resigned to his fate, and doesn't sound terribly bothered by it. Which is maybe a bit more fatalistic than he should be, but who's keeping track? Who's judging?
"Probably shouldn't get completely drunk your first day, though. First week. Whatever."
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"I can handle it, trust me." he sighed, assuming he'd be able to just snap himself sober later. Granted, these are experiments yet to be explored. "Two years, though... hn. Any other advice?"
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"Come up with something - code word, signal, whatever. 'Cause I've been there, and it's not a fun place to be."
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Checkmate, Tim! Crowley gives him a devious smile, anything to mask whatever fear he's actually feeling at the moment. Appearances need to be upkept.
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Tim, by contrast, is wholly unsmiling. It's not that he doesn't want to lighten the mood. He just has difficulty with it, with making things seem better than they are. Why does the guy without ready access to reality have to be the one to do all the reality checks?
Because of both a sense of futility and irony, he's sure.
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It's about all he can say, which isn't necessarily helpful. As for Tim, well, Crowley isn't sure how much he trusts any of the strangers he's met who recognize him, so he'll save codes for later. He scoops up his cup from the bar and finishes it off, placing it back down between them.
"I owe you for the drink." he notes, "And then I suppose I should get back to finding answers, or at least a place to rest."
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"Places to sleep - you can find houses and stuff on the islets, just off the mainland coast."
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He takes a deep breath before standing from his chair, stretching his back slightly and then tucking his hands into his jean pockets. "And thank you for the advice. Perhaps next we meet I'll have more to contribute to the conversation."
Hopefully, next time they met Crowley will have regrouped with his friend, swapped stories, and formed a plan. Needless to say, without Tim's advice, he probably wouldn't be making it that far.
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Tim's expression remains, for the most part, neutral. As it has through most of this conversation.
"You can usually find me here," he says, with an inclination of his head. "Just ask for Tim."
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He nods gratefully at Tim before spinning on his heels toward the exit. He'll certainly be back, it's the most normal atmosphere he's encountered on the island yet.