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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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[aj_crawley]

"You're telling me," he says with a snort, and a shake of the head. "Felt like my mind was cracking in two. And I think I can now say that brains really, really aren't meant to do the amoeba thing."

[flybywash]

"Yeah, that -- "

And Wash stops. The ramifications of the past five minutes, which have been nudging at the back of his brain, are finally settling into place.

If Crowley can't come onboard Serenity, whether because of temporal craziness or a much simpler explanation...with three days to go, they're suddenly down one very, very powerful ally.

Wash suddenly feels as if he's going to be a little sick himself.

"...that sounds disgustingly painful," he finishes, voice considerably weaker. "Look, I should probably head back, I think, put these away," he makes a vague movement with the bowl, "make sure we don't crash into anything before we reach the Academy. I'll, uh. See you later."

[aj_crawley]

Make that two powerful allies - the realisation is beginning to trickle into Crowley's head as well, and he's willing to bet that what goes for him goes for Aziraphael as well.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He drops into his seat.

"Yeah. See you later."