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[demonicmiracle]

right, cant say im much for mass communication without a character limit but needs must. im new in town, got a couple questions, figured i could crowdsource the answers

1. how have you lot not gone mental from boredom? there's got to be something to do around here that isnt poking about that miserable other island

[This is to say that while Crowley is, in fact, genuinely bored, he's also sort of eager to help around the island (he likes feeling useful, don't @ him about it) but if he actually admitted that out loud he'd immediately crumble to dust, because he's a demon, and demons aren't helpful.]

2. follow up to point 1, has anyone got a good grasp of what animals can be hunted? ive seen flowering sheep and furbies and i dont wanna waste energy on something thats not edible

3. bad idea to swim in the lake? yes or no?

4. ill trade my left arm for a bloody tshirt if anyones got a spare

[Not technically a question, but please, he's dying squirtle.]

cheers

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[postictal]

yeah
i guess it can be a fable or something
it has to be true in some way i guess
i haven't tested how far you can go

[Mostly he just mentions himself as little as possible.]

[demonicmiracle]

seems a shame
i tell a mean bedtime story, the storyteller will really be missing out

[Nannying for several years results in the weirdest skill set.]

[postictal]

we do most of our storytelling in dreams
like the one you had when you got here

[demonicmiracle]

hey got a follow up question
why is this whole business so weird
i never asked for a god to go messing about in my dreams

[This is mostly a rhetorical question, he's just a bit at a loss.]

[postictal]

you'd have to ask them
probably because i'd guess messing with dreams is easier than messing with reality

[demonicmiracle]

not for a god it shouldnt be

[Crowley can mess with reality, and he's nothing compared to God.]

[postictal]

yeah well
these gods aren't all powerful
i don't think any of them have been
haven't been able to kill us permanently yet and some of them have tried

[demonicmiracle]

[On one hand: good to know. If he has to fist fight a god behind a 7/11 at least he might have a chance of winning.

On the other hand:]

uhhhhhh
could i ask you to elaborate on that last point

[postictal]

well we killed a god once
the storyteller helped

[demonicmiracle]

[Oh it's

gonna be like that, huh.]

sure
cool
you killed a god
thats a thing that happens

[postictal]

bliss
they trapped us all in dreams where we were perfectly happy
it was killing us
so the storyteller had us think bad thoughts and burn them to death
and then they smited them with paper and ink or something

[demonicmiracle]

how sure are we that these things are actually gods
not just something powerful playing at being gods

[postictal]

could be that too
but i dont know
they call themselves gods and the storyteller calls them gods and if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck and gets power through worship like a duck

[demonicmiracle]

youve been here a while, havent you?

[This sort of seems like a segue, but he's going somewhere with it.]

[postictal]

two years now
so yeah

[demonicmiracle]

[Two years is nothing, really, not to him, but it's a long time for a human.]

how secure are these things?
think i could offer some observations, is all, but id rather not everyone know my business

[postictal]

probably not very
they're pretty new
best to talk in person

[demonicmiracle]

makes sense
dunno if you even want to hear half-baked theories from someone new but i figure, two years, youre probably about done with this place, especially with what ive heard about it
and id be curious to get your take since youve been here so long
so i can be around, if you wanna chat sometime

[postictal]

wouldn't be against it

you been to denny yet
you can find me there pretty much every day
if not there then the carpentry
that's next door

[demonicmiracle]

have been, stopped by briefly on my first day
ive got nowhere better to be right now, actually
ill pop round in if a bit if youll be there?

[postictal]

sure
i'll be around
just ask for tim

[Denny's the closest thing they've got to a social hub, at the moment. It's not really much, considering everything.]

[But true to his word, Tim is there. Sorting shit into baskets, taking inventory, doing all the standard maintenance that someone who's nominally in charge would be doing.]

[demonicmiracle]

[It doesn't take him long to get there, the only hold up being a brief back-and-forth with Aziraphale about whether this is a good idea. Crowley's the more hesitant of them, although that may have something to do with the fact Azirapahle has thoroughly blown his cover with a bunch of the people here.

Also, in general, mortals respond better to angels than they do to demons. But he's trying to be helpful and he's indulging his own curiosity at the same time, so it's probably a win-win.

Easy enough, then, to head to Denny, to get pointed to Tim, to greet the man with a little flick of his fingers in a gesture that could be a wave, if he'd committed to it.]

This whole set up is yours, then?

[He could introduce himself, but he figures he's pretty obvious, considering he said he was going to visit.]

[postictal]

[Tim glances up, takes in the guy as he enters. Dark glasses, dark apparel. Got an accent that Tim doesn't know how to place, other than "somewhere in Europe, probably." Older, for sure.]

[He nods, a vague reply.]

I just look after things.

[That's not really a refutation. It's not really true, either. He did renovate the place from the ruin it used to be, but he had help.]

Tim. You're who I was just talking to on the Stones, right?

[demonicmiracle]

[For sure older.

There's a thrum of anxious energy in him, so he leans himself against the nearest table rather than taking a seat. This way it's easier to start pacing if he feels the urge.]

That'd be me. Crowley, or Anthony, if you like. I'll answer to either.

[Both are his name, in that he chose them both and sticks by them, though most people he interacts with call him Crowley, purely out of the fact that most people he interacts with are other demons. Or Aziraphale.]

You wouldn't happen to be from Earth, would you? It'll save a lot of explanation.

[Tim looks human, but Crowley's quickly learning not to make assumptions.]

[postictal]

Nice to meet you, I guess.

[Crowley. Name doesn't ring any bells, but it wouldn't. He's just never met him, or any versions of him, before. Good to know.]

Yeah, Earth. Specifically the U.S., Alabama. Around...2014, I think.

[It speaks to how long he's been here that a) the question doesn't surprise him, and b) he has no problem trying to narrow down the timeframe some. Even if means having to explain that he's from Alabama, which isn't what Tim (or anyone) would call an ideal place to live.]