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[Hello Plane! There is a rather attractive, dark-haired young woman (with great cheekbones) sitting at your bar, drinking your liquor. She's everything you would imagine a starlet/celebutante to look like: flawless hair, manicure, tiny little designer dress, expensive shoes and fashionable sunglasses.]

[She's currently sipping absently on a martini of some nature, looking extremely bored. Or tired. It's hard to tell through the sunglasses, really.]

[Feel free to bug her? Him. Whatever.]


((ooc: THIS IS NOT AN EXPERIMENT. Demons can change shape. And...yeah. Really that's all I got. Just poke the girl!demon, will you? XD; ))

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[Crowley is momentarily taken aback]

That isn't what I was talking about and you know it.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Really? You're a mind reader now as well?

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...fine. You don't want to talk about it, we won't talk about it.

[Turns away to look for a bottle of wine]

You look ridiculous as a woman, you know.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

No more than you.

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[With a sigh, Crowley changes back to his usual shape, suit and all.]

[He crosses back around the bar and sits next to Aziraphale again, holding a bottle of wine.]

There, happy now?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

I wasn't trying to make myself happy.

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[Crowley sets the bottle of wine in front of Aziraphale and pulls his martini glass closer, frowning down into it.]

That's too bad. Means I've gone from looking stylish to flamboyantly homosexual for nothing.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[...huh? He doesn't get it, Crowley. He thinks you're referring to you. And him. Sitting there together. He blushes and looks away.] I can sit somewhere else.

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[He can't help but laugh at that]

I meant the drink, angel. Stay.

How've you been?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Th--oh. [Well now he's REALLY blushing.] Fine. It's been rather quiet around London for the past week.

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[Still smiling]

'S good. I—

[he pauses and starts rooting around in the pockets of his suit jacket]

I've got something for you. It's around here somewhere.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

For me? Me, me? I mean...

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Yes, you you. Believe it or not I can tell the difference.

Ah, here it is. [He pulls a white iPhone from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and holds it out for the angel]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

I know that! I just. [Blink.] ...what in H... Somewhere's name is that?

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It's a mobile. They've come a long way from the old phone I had in my car twenty years ago.

I thought you might want to keep in touch. [a shrug]

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[He resists the urge to poke it.] That? Really? Wait, how can it work when our worlds aren't the same?

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I don't know. Cy's been sending me prank calls though, so it works. Somehow, it works.

[He grabs for one of the angel's hands, and wraps it around the phone]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD PANIC.] Wh-- H-- How do I use it?

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You just touch the screen, it runs off touch. The pictures are easy enough to figure out, or should be for someone of your intelligence. [a little smirk]

I've already programmed my number into it—if worse comes to worst, it's got voice recognition. Just tell it to call Crowley and it should handle everything on its own.

[He roots around in his pocket and produces a small, but thick, instruction manual]

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[He pokes it uncertainly. On the wrong side.] I talk to it? Like a... a Star Trek computer? Crowley, if you're having a go--

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[lskjf Crowley sighs and rights the phone in the angel's hand, then starts flipping through the menu with precise little touches.]

See? It's not all that difficult.

[And then he takes the phone back for a second and holds it up a foot or so from his mouth]

Call Crowley.

[The white phone begins to ring faintly, and "Heaven Beside You" by Alice in Chains begins to filter out from the pocket of Crowley's suit]

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[This thing is REALLY WEIRD, Crowley. AND OH GOD IT'S DOING SOMETHING WHAT WHAT.] Why is your pocket singing?

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[He chuckles and hands the white phone back, then pulls his own black iPhone from his pocket.]

It's just a ringtone, angel. You can set your mobile to play a song instead of just ringing. One of my better ideas.

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...of course it was.

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You can even set an individual song for a specific person.

I think you'll enjoy yours for me.