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[Crowley appears on the Plane, leaning against a 1926 black Bentley. The car is in perfect shape (unlike the linked picture of course); it looks pretty much new, straight off the lot. Crowley is leaning back against the side of it, arms crossed, looking entirely pleased with himself.]

((ooc: Side note, the experiment is over so no more wings~))

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[The interior is very posh, and very clean! And there is a slick black Touch iPod mounted on the dash]

I've had it upwards of one hundred and twenty miles an hour, though I usually like to keep it to an even ninety.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko is trying to figure out what kind of precious metal that iPod thing is made from. He refrains from touching anything even though he's kind of curious.]

... sounds fast.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It is.

[a pause]

Shall we see if it works on the Plane?

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko blinks at him.]

... 'We'?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a shrug]

It seats more than one person, you know. Unless you'd rather not.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[... GASP! Someone is actually offering him something?]

Er. I wouldn't want to intrude or anything. You obviously like it very much.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I've had passengers in it before. As long as you promise not to set it on fire there shouldn't be a problem.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[O_O] I promise.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

All right, have a seat. [he gestures to the passenger seat on the left and opens the driver's side door to slide behind the wheel]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko sits carefully. He wonders if there's something to hold onto ... maybe ...]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley points to the seatbelt]

Fasten that around yourself if you like. The angel insisted I have it put in.

[And then he points at the ignition and the car rumbles to life on command]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko nods and fastens the seatbelt, but hesitantly, as if unsure he's doing it right. The engine growling to life makes him yelp.]

Is it supposed to sound like that?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley makes sure the belt is done up correctly and nods]

It's working perfectly, don't worry about that. Now, shall we?

[And he puts the Bentley in gear. They'll even start off at a decent speed just for you, Zuko.]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Decent speed is still too fast. He grips the inside of the door.]

W-whoa. This is -- different.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a grin]

This is how most of humanity gets around these days in my reality. Beats horses any day, in my opinion.

[He reaches over and taps the screen of the iPod, and they are suddenly treated to some Velvet Underground.]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

It's definitely faster.

[Zuko stares at the iPod. ... And looks around for a band or something. IT'S KIND OF CUTESTUPID.]

What --

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

A music player. I take it you don't have them either?

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[He goes back to clinging to the door. With dignity.]

... no.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Brilliant little piece of technology, really. I'm still a bit miffed they didn't give me a commendation for them.

[And now he'll be shifting up; they'll shortly be cruising at around 65 mph]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

Commend-- whoaaa!! [holycrapholycrapclingingto'OHSHIT!'handle]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley laughs and keeps speeding up, pushing for ninety]

Not to worry, the belt will keep you inside.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko shoves himself as far back in the seat as possible, eyes wide.]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[After a few moments at breakneck speed, Crowley finally downshifts and starts to decelerate. Unfortunately there's very little traction on the Plane, so it's going to take them a little longer (and a good deal of skidding) to come to a stop.]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Which of course just makes Zuko yell more. At some point his eyes are completely shut, which worsens things...]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[They finally skid to a stop, the Bentley turning nearly 180 degrees in the process. When they finally stop moving Crowley shuts the engine off with a snap of his fingers and turns to Zuko, smirking.]

Still in one piece over there?