002 | Power Outage

[eyesofaserpent]

[Something is wrong. Wrong enough that it rouses the demon from a deep and comfortable sleep. He sits up in his bed in the room beside the bar and blinks slowly. Huh... A little bit of a headache. He needs to stop going to bed without sobering up beforehand.

When he gets up he reaches for his sunglasses automatically, but they aren't on the bedside table like he expects. In fact, turning the room nearly inside out does not reveal them to be anywhere. He tries to will a pair into existence onto his face, but no dice. He blesses under is breath and tries for clothing. Nada.]

What the bloody hell...?

[He looks down at himself and lets out a long sigh. He'd banished his clothing before he went to sleep like always and left only his black boxers. His search of the room didn't turn up any clothing, either.

Well... This is going to be fun..

He pokes his head out of the door of his room, hoping to spot a friendly, familiar face that would be willing to help him out. Worrying about his lack of attire is easier to deal with than his troubling lack of power.]

Hey, er... Can someone spare me a pair of pants or something?

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[collector]

[Braxiatel was just passing by, a book in hand. But now he pauses. And blinks.]

Which tailor would you like?

[eyesofaserpent]

A fast one, preferably.

[collector]

With the time differentials, it doesn't particularly matter. Do go back into your room to wait. You'll spare yourself suffering.

[He disappears to go search through the Collection for a suit that would actually fit Crowley. When he returns, it's with a rather nice pinstripe suit on a coathanger.] Will this work?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He smiles at the offered suit.] You have no idea. Thanks.

[collector]

A social experiment? Not yours, I mean, but theirs.

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh... Huh... That's always....

!!!!!

Wait! An experiment?!

[He had clearly forgotten about that possibility.]

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan is unfazed by guys in boxers.]

Uh, why don't you just... go home and get new ones. I mean, fucking end of the world should mean there's like. A ton of fucking pants not owned by anybody. You can just- you can just take them.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He frowns a bit as he looks over at Nathan.]

You would think, but everything's been destroyed. And I'd rather walk around naked than wear rags.

[onehundredbeers]

[He glances Crowley over, trying to ascertain his height and general build.]

Hm. I think Pickles' pants would be too skinny, maybe Toki's...

[Deep, thoughtful contemplation.


...Not really.]

[eyesofaserpent]

You're a lifesaver, Nathan.

[onehundredbeers]

Don't mention it. Like, seriously. Don't. Don't mention it. I've got a fucking reputation to maintain and 'giving pants out to dudes' isn't part of it, you know?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

AAAAAAH!!

[Marta WHIRLS AROUND so that she's not staring at the half-naked man. Her cheeks are about fifty shades of pink and red, and she's thrown her hands over her eyes even though her back is turned. Never too much protection!!]

Ohmygosh...!! Wh-what are you doing?!

[eyesofaserpent]

Trying to get some pants, what do you think?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Why don't you have any? Isn't that kind of an important thing?!

[eyesofaserpent]

I... Er... I normally can make them with a thought...

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Weird. Convenient, but weird.]

So why can't you just do that now?

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

What would you do for a pair?

[Hey, Gin isn't giving anything away out of the goodness of his heart.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Be grateful? [Hey, that's a lot coming from Crowley.]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

No, thanks.

[Gin is ingrate, sadly. :| ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He shrugs and ducks back inside his room]

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

[Although Gwen's face was both unfamiliar and a little flushed, she was certainly friendly enough.]

Oh! Just a moment, I'll fetch you a cloak ...

[She disappeared from the Plane and returned a moment later, a dark blue woollen cloak - obviously medieval or something similar - over her arm.]

Here you are.

Are you ... ummm ... are you all right?

[eyesofaserpent]

I... er...

[He slips the cloak on. He used to wear one of these... Before decent coats were in style, that is...]

I don't exactly feel quite like myself right now...

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You don't have to explain. I haven't been on the Plane for long, but I've heard a lot about how strange it can be.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah... Must be one of those experiments they were talking about...

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

If it is an experiment, it shouldn't last long. You'll be back to normal soon.