Pressure, pushing down on me, pushing down on you...

[sauntered_downward]

characters: Crowley and Misty shadowsran
location: Misty's A-Frame
date/time: September 8, evening
content: Crowley and Misty talk plants and survival
warnings: None

Crowley was supposed to go right to Misty's after the meeting but, well, he got a bit distracted. In his defense, he's been meeting a lot of new people and he's been trying to keep them all catalogued and controlled in his head. His new flatmate, in particular, who needs some sort of guidance for whatever is happening with him. And that Rosalind, who is intriguing and would probably make an absolutely excellent demon back on his world.

But he's been looking forward to meeting this Misty person. After all, Crowley's one real hobby, besides driving, was growing his plants back at home. And if this is an excuse to find time to grow plants, well...he's up for that, at least.

And it will make Aziraphale happy, if he goes ahead and actually talks to her.

He steps up to the A-Frame with his lantern in tow. Gives the door a knock.

Comments

[sauntered_downward]

"Not like Purgatory, then?" he says. "Like a missing place in between?"

This makes sense to Crowley. It would explain why they're missing pieces of who they were, and why they're being filled in with other bits that aren't them.

[shadowsran]

"I don't know that I'd say it fits into that chain at all, but that's about the right concept." Really, no telling how many places someone can end up after they've expired in her world. "Something bigger, seeing as we definitely didn't have horned people or robots where I'm from."

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley rolls his eyes in a big, dramatic fashion. "Oh, don't tell me we've got robots here, now. That's the last thing I need. Robots. The human soldier person's arm is weird enough as it is."

[shadowsran]

"Haven't spoken with them, but I've definitely, definitely seen a robot."

Crazy times we're dying in!

"Which I'm getting is weird for the both of us, probably little past normal scope."

[sauntered_downward]

"And I've got a pretty wide scope, me," he says, shaking his head. "But this town broadens it every day."

He leans back, considering the person in front of him. Aziraphale said she was a good sort, but he thinks everyone is a good sort, so Crowley isn't sure at all. He isn't sure about anyone here.

"Is it dangerous, do you think? The robot?"

[shadowsran]

Her head shakes quickly, easily. "Seen them on the network? Pleasant."

If she sounds certain, it's because she's a good judge of character. It's in the blood.

[sauntered_downward]

He shrugs. "I don't look at the network unless it's about me."

Or Aziraphale. Or if he's really bored.

"It's sort of like twitter, except everyone is really, really serious all of the time. Not enough hashtags on the network."

[shadowsran]

"Not familiar enough to really get the gist of that, sorry." Never so much as held a smartphone, matter of fact! "Bad habit to be in. When things are flooding or snowed in or somebody's on a rampage, that's when you'd learn."

[sauntered_downward]

"Fairly sure if someone's on a rampage here, it won't be long until I find out," Crowley says. "And besides, it's like half the people here are superheroes of some sort. Sure they'll sort it out and take a selfie with the corpse."

Crowley, the inventor of selfies, would do the exact same thing if he were in the superheroes' place.

[shadowsran]

"It's also how the only people who have been here for awhile spread news?" One eyebrow lifts. She's distrustful, absolutely, but this seems a foolish thing to abstain from.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley shrugs. Maybe he'll look at it more. He'll never admit to it, of course. Always better to look like he doesn't care at all. Suits his brand better.

"How will we get plants here? The right kind, the kind that'll grow without light?"

[shadowsran]

"Store ought to have something, can scavenge some right out of some foods, requests through Rastus - I'm not worried about keeping them once we have them or even how they'll grow so much as just starting with enough."

Spirits hardly seem meddlesome and human interference ought to be brought to nothing given that it feeds them, but it's wiser to worry.