? 003 ? / Dossier Ten

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley and Henrietta are seated across from each other at a table in the bar, with a Bloody Mary in front of the demon and a glass full of amber-colored liquid in front of Henrietta. The girl is holding a brand-spanking new black Touch iPod, and Crowley is leaning over the table pointing at something on the screen]

All right, look here. Touch this part, right? Twenty hours of cartoons. Just scroll through here and touch whichever you want to watch.

Like this? [She taps lightly and then stares at the screen as an old episode of Family Guy starts miming at her from the iPod.] How does it do that?

That's technology for you. Amazing things they're doing nowadays. Now you go back to the menu, and this one [he points out another option] is where you find music. I've got some classical on there for you, and some contemporary stuff. I'm not really sure what all of it is...

[Tapping and scrolling, because this is really neat >>] Can I put things on here? How do you do that?

You'll need a computer with the iTunes program on it. Have you got access to one?

No. [Shocking, really. You'd think they would have provided such things.] What's iTunes?

Hm...tell you what. Spin through here and see what you like, and I'll bring a laptop next time. [he drains the last of his Bloody Mary]

((ooc: Blue is Crowley, red is Henrietta))

Comments

[ghostlighter]

[Eying the whatever-it-is in front of Henrietta (and Crowley in general), but is more occupied by what she's got in her hands at the moment.] An iPod?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Hello, Chris. This is Signore Crowley.

[ghostlighter]

Right. The guy who gave you the latte.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Looks up from the iPod at Chris, peering over his sunglasses just long enough for his yellow eyes to show for a second]

I see my reputation precedes me. Anthony Crowley.

Third time's the charm!

[ghostlighter]

[Chris isn't impressed by the unnatural eye color. He just tilts his head in a nod.]

Yeah, well. She broke a door because of that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fjkdsf] That was an accident, though.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

And as I recall, the door left the Plane whole and unharmed.

[a polite, if fake, smile]

Is there a problem?

[ghostlighter]

[to Henrietta, not harsh or anything] Yeah, I know it was.

[and now to Crowley] That doesn't mean it didn't break in the first place. Why the iPod?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[dflkdsjfjljfsd She sets the iPod down on the table and takes a sip of her drink.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Because the poor girl's previous idea of fun was doing the laundry.

[ghostlighter]

You're not in trouble, Henrietta. [siiighs a little and leans on the bar, glancing at Henrietta's drink, then up to Crowley wordlessly]

[contract_star]

Henrietta? ...Is that an iPod?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Hello, signore. It is. Signore Crowley brought it for me.

[contract_star]

I see! Well, that was very ni...well, I'm happy for you.

Do you know how to work it?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley glances up, v. relieved that Hei discontinued that train of thought >>; ]

Afternoon. [he nods to Hei]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Poor Crowley. Poor, poor Crowley. |D ] He's teaching me how. I've never seen one like this before.

[contract_star]

[Nods back.] You as well.

That's one of the newer ones, I think. They seem pretty complicated.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It's interesting. [Tap tap scroll~]

[contract_star]

I don't really know much about them, really. But those kind can hold all sorts of things, right? Like movies and music?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, I think so. Signore Crowley put things on it for me.

[contract_star]

Ah, well good. You should be able to have a lot of fun with that. Will Signore Jose be upset, though?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

They do, don't they? One of my better ideas, actually.

[contract_star]

...You invented iPods?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I had a hand in them. Not so much as a single award from Downstairs, either.

Highway robbery, that. [he swirls his empty glass despondently]

[contract_star]

They don't seem all that evil, though...