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[The young man that appears on the Plane might seem familiar to some, particularly those who've been around for a few years now. He has dark hair and good cheekbones, and is wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and a snappy suit. For the first few seconds after his arrival he just looks around, obviously confused.]

[Then, slowly, he reaches up and pulls off the glasses. Anyone near enough would be able to see yellow eyes with vertical slits for pupils, much like the eyes of a snake. Right now those eyes are filled with something like recognition.]

Bloody--

I know this. Why do I...?

[Another moment and the eyes close.] The Plane. That's what this is. I--

[A pained expression crosses his face and he lifts one hand to his head, as if stricken with a headache.]

Go- Someone, I need a drink. Where's the bar gone to?

And where's the angel when you need him?

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JAMIEEEEEEEEEEEE.

[onehundredbeers]

It's over there.

[He points with his thumb somewhere behind him. You can't really... see it... in that direction but hey.


Also Nathan Explosion: most helpful guy ever.]

.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right, thanks--

[PING. Is that... a demon of some sort? Crowley eyes the stranger for a second before slipping the sunglasses back over his eyes. He's definitely getting a sort of demon-vibe from this guy, but Crowley's just going to play it cool for now. Or at least as cool as he can manage at the present. Which isn't very.]

Er, have we met?

[onehundredbeers]

Uhhhhhhh. No. I mean, I haven't fucking seen you before, not around here. [He shrugs.] But, uh. You don't sound new, so what the fuck. I thought I've fucking seen everybody around here.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ah, well. It's, ah... been a while. Been keeping busy in my own world and all that.

...I don't suppose there's anyone around here named Aziraphale? Or a Mr. Fell? Blond, looks a bit like a librarian?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan shakes his head.]

Haven't heard of them. We've got, you know, librarian types? But not... blond... librarian types. Your pal is probably back home, totally oblivious to you being gone and whatever.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Blink.

Blink.

Blink...]

You.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Hey, someone Crowley recognizes! His memories of the Plane are kind of like pea soup swirling around in his brain at the moment, but he can at least dredge this name up.]

Mu?

[lamb_of_gold]

Yes. It's been a long time.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It seems that way. I can't believe I'd forgotten this place...

Er. How've you been?

[lamb_of_gold]

....Forgot?

Well enough, I suppose.

[punkblaze]

[Have a fellow demon!]

Shit, you mean it moves?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Ohshi-]

[...well, at least it's not a demon he recognizes. Which is a good thing, because most of the demons he knows are complete prats. Crowley sizes this one up before putting his sunglasses back on.]

What, the bar? I wouldn't put it past anything in this place. I'm still trying to figure out how I've managed to forget the Plane existed for the last handful of years.

[punkblaze]

You forgot it existed? How'd you manage that one, man? Seems pretty memorable to me. Or maybe that's just because I'm still pretty new to all this.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Beats me. [Crowley shrugs] Seems pretty memorable to me as well, and I've seen my fair share of Creation. If I had to hazard a guess I'd call it the Machine messing with my head, but that's just a shot in the dark.

[He looks around at... well, the dark, and chuckles.]

[punkblaze]

[Have an amused snicker.] In which direction?

Yeah, I heard about the machine doin' stuff like that. Doesn't sound like somethin' I really wanna deal with...

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Whoa, that's some darkness. And it's /familiar/.

TROLLFACE ENGAGE.]

Yo! Tony! How ya been? I thought maybe the great galactic toilet bowl had swallowed you up.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Oh no he didn't--]

[Crowley's teeth clench involuntarily. He hates that nickname. And he doesn't recognise the speaker right away either, which doesn't help.]

It's Crowley. Clearly you remember me--I'd think you would remember that as well.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Oh, whoops. Must've slipped my mind~

Welcome back to crazy space. It still kinda sucks.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Funny, that. Maybe it'll stick this time, eh?

Fantastic. Are they still experimenting on all of us?

[notameliajones.livejournal.com]

[Matti slooowly creeps over to him, totally sure he'll ignore her or be mean or something because she's paranoid like that.]

E-excuse me... th-the bar... e-er... I-I don't know where it is exactly, b-but... I-I think it's in that direction... [she points shyly in the general direction and hopes she's right because if she's not she's sure she'll get stepped on or something.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Hm? Oh--

[He spots the girl and slips his glasses back on, then nods.]

Right, that looks familiar. I'm certain I'll find it eventually.

[A pause. He lifts one hand to rub at the back of his neck.]

Ah.... Thanks.

[notameliajones.livejournal.com]

Y-you're... erm... y-you're welcome...

[She shifts nervously and glances at the ground, which makes her look even more uncomfortable because oh look she's afraid of heights.]

Good luck with finding it.... a-and stuff...

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[....]

Are you, er... I mean, is everything....

[Crowley fails at social niceties.]

[Bugger this.]

Something the matter?

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

A drink sounds good.

[Gin is... not accustomed to seeing eyes like that on a human, but he masks his shock well enough; this place was strange, he already knew.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley doesn't bother masking his surprise at the strange-looking human. He does, however, slip his glasses back on.]

Yes, well. Er... if I remember correctly, it's... this way?

[He starts off toward where he thinks the bar was. Is.]