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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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people are very good at lying to themselves about these sorts of things

then where are you
show you myself

[SAY THAT TO HER FACE NOT ONLINE SEE WHAT HAPPENS]

im at denny
if this is that important to you

[It's not important to him, but it is funny.]

[It's not strictly important to her either, but the challenge is. No backing down from a contest!! Never give up never surrender!!!]

cool
see you soon
look for the girl whos absolutely ripped and youll know

[And she sure enough is Going Over There. Of course, without getting a description of Crowley, she's forced to just wander in with her hands on her hips like she's looking for a challenge. To her credit, she does have muscle- it's just not bodybuilder level. She's made for speed, not raw strength.]

[Crowley doesn't bother replying, he's honestly half expecting her not to show up, but he's here anyway so it's really no skin off his nose, one way or another.

Beau is fairly obvious, the moment she enters Denny, and Crowley lifts a hand in a lazy wave. There's a glass of whiskey in his hand, he's wearing sunglasses inside like an asshole and has managed to get himself sprawled comfortably on a bench, because he's gay and can't sit properly.]

Oi, sleeveless.

[That's her official designation now.]

[Really, it's not hard to find someone with a vendetta against sleeves. Beau hears him, and walks over to cross her arms, tucking her hands under the bicep to make them look more impressive than they are. To be fair, she's got abs for days and isn't not ripped. She's just a dex based fighter is all.]

Hey. I assume you're the dude who cares about sleeves or something.

[Her voice is fairly flat and her gaze straight on him, which does little to convey if she's joking or not.]

[Oh, she's delightful. Crowley's more than familiar with human posturing to know exactly what Beau is doing with those crossed arms, and the smirk on his face seems to say as much.]

'Course I care about sleeves, you can't just go about showing that much skin, it's not proper.

[He's 100% kidding, judging by the fact he's currently sans jacket and has the sleeves of his shirt pushed up to his elbows.]

[They're both gay chaos, it's just like that. One part of her knows he's kidding, but another always analytically questions what she's given, so Beau squints a moment before replying.]

Then I guess you're the messiest one here.

[She stops flexing in that way to put her hands on her hips and tense all her muscles so they look bigger. God, she is trying.]

If you're taking the time to roll 'em up, you might as well cut out the middleman. The sleeve. Middle. Sleeve man.

Oh, you've no idea. [Yes, that's him, the J stands for J'messy bitch.] Why, is it doing something for you?

[There's a little waggle of his eyebrows, but he's just fucking with her, because that's sort of his default state. If he can't go around causing major chaos in populated cities, he might as well just annoy people one-on-one.]

Middle sleeve man sounds like a superhero, actually, but a shit one. Anyway, then I'll just be kicking myself when it gets cold and I've got no sleeves.

[Never mind that he has a jacket. That's not the point.]

[It isn't even annoyance that comes on her face when he makes that offer, a crawl of something that looks more like disgust over her features. She did not come here to be flirted with, or at least not by someone currently male-presenting.]

Unless you're a jacked as hell lady, I'm not interested.

[There we go, boundary established. Now they can continue to soft argue about sleeves.]

Also, doesn't really get cold here, unless you're in a place for it. Mostly humid. Unless you like, don't sweat or something.

[Crowley's a jerk, absolutely, but he's spent more than enough time presenting as a woman to respect when a line has been drawn. His hand lifts in a gesture of acquiescence, and he makes a mental note to Not Flirt with Beau, even as a joke.]

I've never been jacked in my life, guess that counts me out.

[He could say something about gender, but that just delves into a conversation that he's never really known how to navigate.

Making a joke about his lack of muscles is far easier.]

Wouldn't that be the dream, not sweating. [Hey! Remember when! Back on Earth where he hadn't sweated since he realized he was capable of turning off that ridiculous function of his body.] Don't other islands show up though, now and then? What if the next one's all snow and freezing temperatures?

[Does it work like that? Do the islands have their own micro climates? It's a mystery.]

[Sorry Crowley, being a woman is only half the equation. The other half is being able to kill her with only your legs. That's what makes it Spicy. Easy enough to blaze over it though with more topical questions.]

There was one. But it was only one part of it. The rest was warm. One was even an erupting volcano.

[Sooo... heat is absolutely the priority here. Too bad on that one.]

Guess if we find a snow island we'll figure it out then.

Heard a bit about that volcano, sounds like it was a riot.

[There's..... so much sarcasm there, because this place sure is just, the worst. Or maybe not the worst, but it's definitely up there.]

Well, I'd prefer not to risk it and ruin a perfectly good shirt. Word has it there's plenty of clothes at the temple.

[Listen, Beau would agree- the worst.]

It was pretty great before the volcano part happened. Same with the place after it. If you're lucky only the back half sucks.

[But how lucky do they really get? Anyway...]

You just showed up, right? You want stuff from the rabbit, you gotta pay them back favors. Kind of a weird barter system.

Good to know, guess I'll remember to cut my vacations short.

[His tone is dry, but honestly? He appreciates the candor and the pseudo-advice; if only the back half of the island exploration or whatever the fuck is bad, he can remembering to only go visiting in the early days.]

I've been told, not much of a surprise, there's always something with gods.

[It's generally been her experience, but every one is different. Besides, this is networking- anyone who's going to be doing this much on the island she wants as a contact. So she'll give out some more generic info, establish herself as a resource. It all works out.]

Yeah, there's lots of 'em. More uhh, personal than I would've thought. They talk to you pretty directly, but there's like... fifty of us, so probably wouldn't work if they were indirect.

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