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voidtreckerexpress2020-08-06 04:43 pm
agathokakological) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-08-06 04:43 pm
Open- Crowley August Catch-all.
Who: Crowley & OPEN
Where: Various places on-board.
When: Various days of the second half of Grasshopper (feel free to specify
What: An August catch-all! Various prompts within for on-board only. Event tags will be kept to appropriate event posts.
Warnings: Crowley.
Sleeper Car 7B:Open to roommates or anyone who may want to visit by knocking on the door.
Crowley isn't totally fond of their sleeping situation, the beds are quite small and take a great amount of effort to snuggle up to one's partner within, and there are two other people sharing the room with them so they aren't allowed any privacy. Of course, there's also the very annoying daily reset.
The silver lining here is that Crowley no longer needs sleep to survive. While it is certainly one of his favorite hobbies, he only really spends any time doing it after being reset and feeling a bit too lazy to move (or, if he can coil up in a corner of a private room in the form of a large serpent).
Kitchen/Dining Cars:Featuring the wobbledog.
It's merely a coincidence that it's Orange Team's chore to cook this month. Crowley has very much renounced any affiliation with a team, refuses to wear their colors, and moves with his own agenda. Cooking has only become a thing worth practicing because he wishes to please Aziraphale with a meal that isn't overly burnt or underseasoned. He sneaks off when he can to practice certain recipes, often diverging from them completely (what do you expect, he's a rule-breaker). He's no professional but at least what he's making is starting to feel more edible.
The wobbledog trails behind him in the kitchen, slurping up scraps as they fly down from the counter. Crowley never bothers throwing his food waste away properly, why would he? There's a living vacuum that seems to be taking care of it for him. Any time the dog gets too close, he shakes a leg at it, shooing it away and grumbling at it irritatingly.
Food that he's used for practice is left in the dining hall where he knows it will be consumed. One evening however, after he feels as if he's perfected his meal, he plates it and carries it off to the quiet car to be enjoyed privately...
Quiet Car, inside a private booth:Closed to Aziraphale
He had asked Aziraphale to meet him in one of the private booths at a specified time, and had finished cooking a lovely carrot risotto. His plating had always looked nice, the demon has always had an eye for art or style, so making a dish visually appealing was never an issue. The flavor and appearance of the food itself took more practice, and compared to an island-survival fish meal or burnt eggs and bacon on the train, this was fairly impressive.
Crowley set out the plates, having also secured a bottle of white wine, something a bit floral that paired well with the meal. He waited until he saw the angel in the window to open the bottle, wanting to keep it chilled and fresh as long as possible. Tucked behind him in his seat was a book of romantic poetry, or at least that was what he had asked for, a gift for his beloved.
Crowley stood with the bottle, opening the door for Aziraphale with a warm smile and showing him to his seat before pouring them each a glass.
"I hope you've got an appetite."
Games Coach:Featuring a softer Crowley & Demon Daycare, Wobbledog potential as well.
Alice had asked Crowley to watch after the younger version of herself now and again. While Crowley had never met the younger girl, the suggestion to occupy the younger children on the train had been taken to heart. Crowley knew that the normal corporation worn was a bit sharp around the edges and previously, the demon had even made an entire new persona for watching over the young child she was in care of. While Crowley didn't make the effort to completely embody Nanny Ashtoreth, a darker Mary Poppins-inspired persona that would appeal to the wealthy family she desired to nanny for, she did attempt to soften up her look. Her hair, which had grown rather long on top after spending several months in another world was parted neatly just off to the side, red curls framing her face nicely. She still wore glasses, but had miracled himself a pair with a more rounded look, tortoiseshell with gold accents. She kept her tight black jeans and snakeskin shoes but wore a sleek button up shirt, black with a red bow accent at the collar. Her lips were painted to match.
While her features were still very much Crowley, she looked different enough for there to be deniability that it was her. Those who had met Crowley presenting more femme may catch on, as would anyone acutely aware that she has many forms. It was a comfortable enough bridge for Crowley that she still felt herself.
Crowley had never taken the time to properly look around the gaming car, and could be found sorting through the selection available, sneering at anything that promoted kindness or teamwork.
Wildcard:Pitch me a prompt!
Crowley can often be found around the train, potentially up to no good or bored out of his mind. The greenhouse is visited frequently to check in on his plot and the hole the wobbledog had built there. The cinema is a frequent stop when the demon is particularly bored. The dressing carriage may be visited when feeling particularly vain or seeking out new styles. One might even run into Crowley in the halls. Anything is game, and feel free to poke me on plurk or discord to work something out, but it's totally not necessary. (Plurk is![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
dukevendetta and discord is trashwitch666#9299)
Where: Various places on-board.
When: Various days of the second half of Grasshopper (feel free to specify
What: An August catch-all! Various prompts within for on-board only. Event tags will be kept to appropriate event posts.
Warnings: Crowley.
Sleeper Car 7B:Open to roommates or anyone who may want to visit by knocking on the door.
Crowley isn't totally fond of their sleeping situation, the beds are quite small and take a great amount of effort to snuggle up to one's partner within, and there are two other people sharing the room with them so they aren't allowed any privacy. Of course, there's also the very annoying daily reset.
The silver lining here is that Crowley no longer needs sleep to survive. While it is certainly one of his favorite hobbies, he only really spends any time doing it after being reset and feeling a bit too lazy to move (or, if he can coil up in a corner of a private room in the form of a large serpent).
Kitchen/Dining Cars:Featuring the wobbledog.
It's merely a coincidence that it's Orange Team's chore to cook this month. Crowley has very much renounced any affiliation with a team, refuses to wear their colors, and moves with his own agenda. Cooking has only become a thing worth practicing because he wishes to please Aziraphale with a meal that isn't overly burnt or underseasoned. He sneaks off when he can to practice certain recipes, often diverging from them completely (what do you expect, he's a rule-breaker). He's no professional but at least what he's making is starting to feel more edible.
The wobbledog trails behind him in the kitchen, slurping up scraps as they fly down from the counter. Crowley never bothers throwing his food waste away properly, why would he? There's a living vacuum that seems to be taking care of it for him. Any time the dog gets too close, he shakes a leg at it, shooing it away and grumbling at it irritatingly.
Food that he's used for practice is left in the dining hall where he knows it will be consumed. One evening however, after he feels as if he's perfected his meal, he plates it and carries it off to the quiet car to be enjoyed privately...
Quiet Car, inside a private booth:Closed to Aziraphale
He had asked Aziraphale to meet him in one of the private booths at a specified time, and had finished cooking a lovely carrot risotto. His plating had always looked nice, the demon has always had an eye for art or style, so making a dish visually appealing was never an issue. The flavor and appearance of the food itself took more practice, and compared to an island-survival fish meal or burnt eggs and bacon on the train, this was fairly impressive.
Crowley set out the plates, having also secured a bottle of white wine, something a bit floral that paired well with the meal. He waited until he saw the angel in the window to open the bottle, wanting to keep it chilled and fresh as long as possible. Tucked behind him in his seat was a book of romantic poetry, or at least that was what he had asked for, a gift for his beloved.
Crowley stood with the bottle, opening the door for Aziraphale with a warm smile and showing him to his seat before pouring them each a glass.
"I hope you've got an appetite."
Games Coach:Featuring a softer Crowley & Demon Daycare, Wobbledog potential as well.
Alice had asked Crowley to watch after the younger version of herself now and again. While Crowley had never met the younger girl, the suggestion to occupy the younger children on the train had been taken to heart. Crowley knew that the normal corporation worn was a bit sharp around the edges and previously, the demon had even made an entire new persona for watching over the young child she was in care of. While Crowley didn't make the effort to completely embody Nanny Ashtoreth, a darker Mary Poppins-inspired persona that would appeal to the wealthy family she desired to nanny for, she did attempt to soften up her look. Her hair, which had grown rather long on top after spending several months in another world was parted neatly just off to the side, red curls framing her face nicely. She still wore glasses, but had miracled himself a pair with a more rounded look, tortoiseshell with gold accents. She kept her tight black jeans and snakeskin shoes but wore a sleek button up shirt, black with a red bow accent at the collar. Her lips were painted to match.
While her features were still very much Crowley, she looked different enough for there to be deniability that it was her. Those who had met Crowley presenting more femme may catch on, as would anyone acutely aware that she has many forms. It was a comfortable enough bridge for Crowley that she still felt herself.
Crowley had never taken the time to properly look around the gaming car, and could be found sorting through the selection available, sneering at anything that promoted kindness or teamwork.
Wildcard:Pitch me a prompt!
Crowley can often be found around the train, potentially up to no good or bored out of his mind. The greenhouse is visited frequently to check in on his plot and the hole the wobbledog had built there. The cinema is a frequent stop when the demon is particularly bored. The dressing carriage may be visited when feeling particularly vain or seeking out new styles. One might even run into Crowley in the halls. Anything is game, and feel free to poke me on plurk or discord to work something out, but it's totally not necessary. (Plurk is
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"Yes, I agree." she spoke, picking up a different game instead, one that encouraged fierce competition and destroying your opponents. "Too soft. Nothing to learn from. How do you feel about this one?"
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"This one do be looking cool, much better than a stupid game for stupid soft babies."
It's a fine line, staying hidden in plain site whilst also not letting people treat her like a useless kid. She doesn't always manage to straddle it.
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Crowley takes the box to a nearby table, beginning to unpack it. "The strong survive." she continues, spreading out a board. "Would you like to play?"
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"I do be wanting to. Do you be knowing the rules?"
There's usually paper in these boxes, it has them written down. Good because learning the rules to all these games would be stupid, there's too many.
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Crowley skims the page anyway, at least enough to get a vague idea of how the game is played, a loose enough outline that they can have fun with.
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She studies the pieces instead and then back up at her. "The most important rule do be being how you can be winning."
Anything else. Well they can figure that out as they go.
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"Ah, well, you have a point." she hums, setting out the board, "I think the point it to out-wit your opponent. This is war, afterall, strategy and cunning is key."
She gives the child a sideways glance, "You understand what that means, right?"
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"It do be being a game about fighting smart." And fighting sneaky.
Her favourite kind of fighting.
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Crowley was less interested in the game and more interested in the curious child sat beside her, but not every child is willing to give the demon their life story upon first meeting her.
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"I do be putting it on the start square, yes?"
She knows that much about games at least.