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[aj_crawley]

In a magical Millitime wherein Crowley is not upstairs in Lilly and Mel's hot tub (hur hur hur), he's in the bar. Likely with tea - or maybe coffee - and probably still going over those Academy plans.

He's probably distractable, though.

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[badinlatin]

Good thing Crowley's distractable. Maybe Mal thinks he's a good distraction.

Actually, it's far more likely that he recognizes the technology that Crowley is holding in his hands, and that it might be a good idea to introduce himself.

"Hello, sir."

[aj_crawley]

"Hm?"

He looks up from a small web highlighting the main power network of the Academy, plus main and auxiliary control rooms.

"Oh, er. Hi."

[badinlatin]

"Nice handiwork you got there." Start soft. "Not much tech in this place ever looks like it came from my 'verse, but that most assuredly does."

[aj_crawley]

"Oh, it's not mine, I just had it passed along, for - "

He pauses, eyeing Mal appraisingly, and then raises an eyebrow.

"Serenity?"

[badinlatin]

Mal's eyes go wider than is most likely natural.

"What of 'er?"

[aj_crawley]

"You wouldn't happen to be a crew member, would you?"

[badinlatin]

"I would happen to be the captain."

The captain who immediately regrets any and all accidental rhyming.

[aj_crawley]

"Oh, Mal Reynolds?"

He stands, offering his hand.

"Crowley. I may've offered my services with regard to a certain Heroic Mission."

[badinlatin]

Mal shakes Crowley's hand. Cautiously.

"Pleased to meet ya, then. So - how's it that you came to volunteering for doom and destruction?"

[aj_crawley]

"I, um."

He sits back down, inviting Mal to do the same with a wave of his hand.

"Got to know River. Reminds me of someone I used to know. And then Roland explained to me about, you know, the Beams, and the Tower, and it... made sense to me. And I thought, well, shit, everyone needs a hobby - mine might as well be saving the world. Required practical experience, and all."

[badinlatin]

Mal listens oh-so-carefully to Crowley, and his face assumes the I'm not going to understand any of this look.

"So this is the point I'm gonna say welcome and ask you if you have any wonderfully insightful opinions about attacking a fortress."

[aj_crawley]

"Well, I mean. Space stations aren't exactly my specialty - twenty-first century, and that - but..."

He leans forward, in order to better point out something on the map.

"Here's a docking bay. Fairly near, a control room, which I assume might be a good idea to muck up, to turn off... I don't know, security cameras, or whatever internal defences they have, or make sure they can't do anything nasty to us with airlocks, or whatever. Then here, the 'power core', which - I don't know much about twenty-sixth century technology, but that sounds volatile and blow-up-able, if we're looking to take this place down. All near each other."

He then switches the blueprints about on the table.

"Then here, what's labelled as the main staff quarters - which probably includes security guards, am I right? All the way almost on the other side of the station. We attack at mealtimes, like Roland says, most everyone'll either be in the dining halls - " he points to them " - or way the fuck over in the staff quarters. Leaving us as clear a path and as long a time as we're likely to get to get the job done."

He snorts slightly, running his eyes over the layout.

"I didn't know any better, I'd say whoever designed this place was on our side."

[badinlatin]

Mal might actually agree with the...new person.

"These plans do give me more of a happy about this whole mess than is prudent, I'll admit."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Distractions? How about a running toddler, and a frantic adult chasing after them?

"Oscar! Get back here!" Peter's still shocked at how fast those little legs can move. He finally caught the squirming, and laughing child. "Don't scare me like that! Your mother would murder me if something happened to you."

He then realized where they had stopped, and commented, "Uh, sorry about that."
He stared a little when he got a good look at the strange man, and held Oscar a little tighter.

[aj_crawley]

Crowley has been switiching shifts with Aziraphael on Sunny-minding duties for the past week. Therefore, he is unruffled. Or, at least, does not scream and run away.

"No bother - at least yours doesn't bite."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter commented, "No, he's past that." Well, Oscar's currently chewing on his fingers, but not that much with the biting. "More just hyper now." He still felt tense around the strange man, who seemed like something else. Something of the not good variety.

Well it's Milliways, so probably true.

He glanced down at Oscar, but the toddler didn't seem troubled. In fact the little boy waved a little with his free hand.

Huh...?

And Oscar certainly didn't like Viggy, so maybe this guy was ok?

[aj_crawley]

"Hey, well, my sympathies. I had to learn the 'no sugar in the evenings' rule the hard way."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter nodded, and jiggled the toddler a little. Kid was getting heavier all the time it seemed. Oscar just continued smiling.

"Oh this one doesn't need sugar. This is all on his own."

He then felt compelled to ask, "You're not human, are you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

[aj_crawley]

Well, Milliways. If Crowley was at all fazed by questions like this anymore, he'd be sharpening his axe by now.

"Me? Not so much."

He offers his hand, but thinks the better of it, considering that the other man's are currently full of toddler.

"Crowley. Demon."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter's eyes narrowed a little, and nodded, "Yeah, figured as much." He still seemed confused by Oscar's calm reaction.

Then again, his only experience with demons, was with one named Watt, and resulted in his other self's possession. *points to icon*

[aj_crawley]

He snorts a little.

"I didn't think it was that obvious."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter just said, "Personal radar." He glanced at Oscar, who was smiling happily at Crowley, and waving again.

"Dealt with one before in my work, but you don't seem like a typical one."

[aj_crawley]

"Well, you get different types - especially with all the different parallel universes, so. I'm probably just not typical according to your version of Earth."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter nodded, "Probably. You get ghosts on your world?"

Oscar said happily, "Crow!"

Peter glanced down at Oscar, "And obviously Oscar here seems to like you, so not like the ones I've run into."

[aj_crawley]

"Ghosts? A few, yeah. I don't tend to run into many, though - outside my jurisdiction, mostly."