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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley appears on the Plane along with a small portion of the Mayfair flat, which looks to be a bit of a mess right now. There are cardboard boxes scattered about, a roll of tape sitting nearby, and packing peanuts here and there.]

[Right now he's taking CD cases out of a shelf and stacking them neatly in a box. For once he's just wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. It looks like he's been at this for a while...and he doesn't look all that pleased about it.]

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Guess who didn't stay in Knightsbridge like she was supposed to? Lurky lurk. Never mind that he can sense her now. >>]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a moment to look up, since his hands are a bit full at the moment. When he gets this batch of things arranged in the box he finally pauses in his work.]

Ah, hallo there.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Fretting] You're okay?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Poking at the packing peanuts.] Ah? What is going on?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Looks up from the box he's packing]

Oh, Am. Hi.

I'm, er, moving.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Moving? Ah, changing residences you mean. Why?

[contract_star]

Moving?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Giving all my possessions to charity, actually. Thought I'd give things another try as a monk, see how it goes.

[contract_star]

Who knows, it might suit you.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Forget to pay the rent?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Er, not exactly. Something about having one's enemies in one's home...figured it was time for a change.

[ghostlighter]

[Chris stands nearby, quirking a brow. He's got a pair of those computer-glasses on his head.]

Something tells me this isn't just Spring cleaning.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You would be correct.

[he glances up and pauses]

Nice glasses.

[ghostlighter]

Then... what is it?

[Looks up, as if he could see them from that angle, then shrugs.] I think so too.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[One stands completely still, observing blankly. It is quite beyond him why the fuck people keep bringing bits of places to the plane]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley goes on packing for a moment]

Oh. Hello again.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[long pause of blank staring]



Hello.

[mercwamouth]

...Switching to iPod?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Already done, actually. Had a hand in creating them, if you want the truth.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

-- Oh my, are you moving?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[glances up briefly, then nods]

Just the next district over, it isn't far.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Have a sudden Juni] Need any help?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[looks up, a little startled]

Oh, ah...certainly. Thanks.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Here she is, coming to investigate the oddities Crowley's dragged along with him this time.] Well, you mayn't collect cars, but this looks like a collection, no mistake.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Glances up, and chuckles]

I suppose you've got me this time. If you've got to collect anything, though, I'm all for music.