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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere on the Plane, out in some random area, sitting quietly on the ground, is an ansaphone.]

[...all right, maybe not quietly. It is, in fact, a rather loud ansaphone. It is yelling, and swearing, and all in a fairly familiar English accent.]

[The red light on the phone is blinking rather angrily. The ansaphone is not happy.]

Henrietta? GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT—

Wait, where—

You've brought us to the Plane, haven't you? DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING ME HERE YOUNG LADY—


((ooc: It's one of those old ansaphones with the tape. Also don't ask how it's still got power. Batteries or something. Just go with it.))

Comments

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

No, there isn't. It's an old machine.

[Oh if looks could kill, that angry little red blinky light would be SEARING YOUR SOUL, HEI.]

[contract_star]

[It's a good thing Crowley doesn't know that Hei is pondering what his electricity would do to Crowley right now.]

What about the other buttons? [His finger is hovering over fast-forward.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[ohshi-]

I don't know, and I don't particularly care to find out.

[contract_star]

[Well, much as Hei likes fucking around with Crowley, he doesn't want to actually kill him. So he'll be pressing the play button now.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[laksjdfsl]

[There is now a rather frazzled looking demon laying on the floor of the bar, probably jumbled among the chairs or something.]

[contract_star]

[Stares down at him impassively and offers him the drink.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[....]

[And here he was so ready to light you on fire too, Hei. But the drink is very welcome.]

[contract_star]

[Hei smirks. He has ways of defusing situations!] I'm really glad Eiji never had the ability to trap me in appliances.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley rolls his eyes as he's downing the drink]

Somehow I don't think it would've been an issue for you.

[contract_star]

Well, never mind that Contractors don't...act out the way normal teens do.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Nor would yours have been raised with a demon as their moral compass. I'm certain your household would have been the perfect fifties television sitcom.

[contract_star]

[Just smiles a little and takes a drink.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley finally picks himself up off the floor, dusts his suit off a bit with his free hand, and takes the seat next to Hei.]

[contract_star]

At least she didn't trap you in something more embarrassing, right?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[snort] Like what, a Speak and Spell?

[contract_star]

I was thinking one of those novelty fish, actually. The ones that sing.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[The demon visibly shudders]

Remind me to just go ahead and kill you the next time I piss you off, will you?

[contract_star]

I'd come back.

[Starts humming "Don't Worry, Be Happy."]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...whatever is left of your drink is now on fire in the glass, Hei.]

[contract_star]

[OSHIT grabs a tap and douses it with beer, effectively putting the fire out.]

Was that really necessary?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Smug demon is smug. He picks up his glass and swivels around to lean back against the bar.]

I certainly feel better, yes.

[contract_star]

[Shakes beer off his hand.] Glad I could be of service.