[OPEN]

[agathokakological]

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]

Comments

[eudaimonikos]

"Hopefully not." Michael doesn't consider two cases to, necessarily, be enough to draw conclusions about the rules of this thing. Maybe two iterations of the same person could be together, and just weren't this time. 

Anyway, it hardly matters. It's not happening now. "So, any other questions? I think you guys might've had a house before, but I don't know where it was."

[agathokakological]

"We had a house?" How domestic. Crowley's certainly imagined what it may be like to share a living space with Aziraphale. He'd offered to when he thought the bookshop was gone, for instance, but hearing it is different.

"Depends, is there anything else I should know? Any other secrets about my own life that you know and I don't?"

[eudaimonikos]

Concerningly, Michael appears to give this a moment of actual thought.

"No, that's about it." Granted, he does know about that weird holy water weakness. But he learned about that from Crowley himself, and anyway, bringing it up sounds vaguely threatening. "Things have been going to shit more than usual, recently. I hadn't seen much of you two for a little while."

[agathokakological]

They definitely don't need to talk about the holy water thing.

"Well, if I'm lucky, you won't again." he means of course, that he plans to search for a way out. He has a feeling that won't be so easy. "But I'm sure we'll run into each other a bit until then."

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, it'd be nice if that sort of thing worked. But Michael seems to be more familiar with multiverse theory, at least, than any of the other immortals here, and he sure doesn't have any ideas left.

"Well, good luck with that. But yeah, I'll see you around. Put out a call on the rocks if you need anything."

[agathokakological]

"On the what?" he replies confusedly, wondering if this was another turn of phrase that Crowley wasn't used to. He eyed Michael quizzically as he began to gather his things, he had just been planning to regroup with Aziraphale beforehand.

[eudaimonikos]

"Stones."

He doesn't seem bothered by Crowley preparing to leave, just takes his stone out of his pocket and holds it up. "You should have one of these by now. They're magic - basically work like phones. No video calls, though."

[agathokakological]

He took a moment to dig through the knapsack he'd been given, pulling out an identical stone. "This? This is a phone?"

Crowley eyed it for a moment and then looked back to Michael. He had thought himself fairly proficient at technology, in fact, he'd been the one that suggested all of hell use it as a means of transportation and communications. This stone however, he had not the faintest idea how to use it.

[eudaimonikos]

Michael shrugs. He wouldn't consider this technology so much as pure magic, but afterlife tech has always sort of straddled that line as far as he's concerned. "It has voice controls. You can call one specific person, or you can yell at everybody at once."

[agathokakological]

"Does it come with a manual?" he jokes, shoving it back into his pocket. He can mess with it later, he guesses. He has an angel to meet up with, try to get to the bottom of this.

"Going to assume it doesn't. That would make too much sense in a world where nothing does."