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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways Entry]

There's a demon in the bar, albeit not looking quite the way most would expect. There's a faded blue shirt on underneath his jacket, and he's moving with something less than his usual grace. In a series of awkward movements, Crowley slinks around the edge of the room, skirting the commotion in one corner.

He orders a cup of apple tea.

He has to upturn the saucer over the cup to keep from spilling any as he makes his way over to his usual table.

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[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

She quirks an eyebrow, easing down in the seat opposite him, and silently passes him a napkin.

[aj_crawley]

*he looks at her for a moment, before shrugging and taking the napkin, mopping a few drops of tea from the side of the cup*

Might not want to sit directly opposite me. Got a bit of a... nervous tic going. Might kick you.

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

She nods a little, and pulls her legs up onto the seat, sitting cross-legged.

"Fair enough," is the quiet response.

She watches him a moment, and then takes a sip of her own tea.

[aj_crawley]

*he looks at his cup, as though debating whether or not to attempt another drink. He decides against it, casting about for a topic of conversation*

Thanks for the apple. Made a nice watch.

*he pulls back his sleeve slightly - on the face of his watch, beneath the glass, is a small golden image of an apple*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard stalks over, serious as he has ever been.*

Tell me what the feather means.

[aj_crawley]

'S like a link, or homing beacon. He can use it to find out where she is, and he'll know if anything drastic happens.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He sits, pale.*

Why would he do that, Crowley?

[aj_crawley]

He's edgy about being away.

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks approaches the table and takes a seat, leaning over to kiss Bernard*

'Lo. Aren't you two looking cheerful.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He kisses her, snickering.*

I see it didn't wear off yet.

[clumsy_auror]

*she throws him a sardonic look*

No. No, it didn't. And approximately seven thousand people asked me today if I knew I was green. Honestly. How could I not know?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He cackles.*

Please tell me at least someome asked you where your legions of flying monkeys are.

[aj_crawley]

*he blinks*

You're green.

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks facepalms*

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

[mnt_mike]

There's a wolf whistle coming from a purple turtle in snow gear complete with a bright orange scarf. Really, it's like a walking talking colorblind test.

[smallestopener]

*Ingress leaps by on her tippy-toes, tutu puffing out like a dream. She stops and waves hi to Crowley.*

Hello, Crowley!

[aj_crawley]

*he half-grins, and waves*

Trying out for the Russian State, are we?

[smallestopener]

Noooo... I'm going to be a ballerina!

[young_tmriddle]

*Looking a bit ragged from dealing with Ingress and Blodwen, Tom approaches, scotch in hand.*

Hullo Crowley. Having a good evening?

*He does a double-take.*

Why is Tonks green?

[aj_crawley]

Prank war. Long story. Evening's... getting better.

You?

[young_tmriddle]

Bloody exhausted. It's been a long week.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard just cackles.*

[young_tmriddle]

Ah, Bernard, my dear. Is Tonks green with jealousy?

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks rolls her eyes*

I should just hand out memos.

[young_tmriddle]

I recommend business cards. I keep meaning to get my "Yes I was evil, no I'm not anymore" cards printed up. How are you, Tonks? Aside from being green.