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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[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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[extutela.livejournal.com]

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

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[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?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[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]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[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.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

...of course it was.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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

I think you'll enjoy yours for me.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

...that is not promising.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[smirking]

Just keep the thing on you, then. You don't have to use it. I feel better knowing I can reach you, at least.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Eying Crowley now.] How do I find out what it is?

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What, the ringtone?

[He focuses on his own phone for a moment, touching two or three menu options. Suddenly Aziraphale's white phone is playing the song "Heart Full of Black" by the Burning Brides.]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Dot. Dot. Dot.]

Crowley. Do you realize what the other angels would think if this started playing in my pocket?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...thaaaat you've got an iPhone, so clearly you're the coolest angel in school?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[...] Crowley.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Oh all right all right.

[He snatches the phone back (trying to look irritated but not doing a very good job of it) and flips quickly through several different menu options. After a minute he seems satisfied and hands the phone back.]

There. I hope you like this one because I'm not changing it again.