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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Blink.

Blink.

Blink...]

You.

[punkblaze]

[Have a fellow demon!]

Shit, you mean it moves?

.

[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?

[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?

[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.

[lamb_of_gold]

Yes. It's been a long time.

[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.

[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.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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

Er. How've you been?

[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.

[lamb_of_gold]

....Forgot?

Well enough, I suppose.

[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]

I haven't thought of the Plane in... what, two years? I've been working, sleeping, acting as if it didn't even exist. I didn't even recognise the shop when I spotted it in Soho. How's that even possible?

[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.

[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.]

[lamb_of_gold]

The same thing happened to Sam...[But he's gone again, too]

I'm afraid I don't know the hows.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right, of course.

Well then, I'll just... be off.

[Proper manners, WE HAS THEM.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.]

I need a drink.

[And he starts toward the bar. It's... kind of like an invitation for Mu to join if he wants? Except Crowley doesn't actually say it, cause that's just how he is.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He gets it and follows quietly, since Crowley probably has questions up the wazoo.]

[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.

[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.]

[onehundredbeers]

Jeez, you don't like to fucking talk then, huh.

[He's gonna have to like completely leave, otherwise, you know, Nathan's gonna just stand here and continue to make conversation. Good job, Nate.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[They take a roundabout sort of route to the bar but Crowley's got a sort of instinctual memory when it comes to locating alcohol. He slips back behind the bar and mixes himself a quick Bloody Mary, then looks up at Mu.]

What'll you have?