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Who: Crowley and anyone else
What: Slightly lost demon wanders about in search of a flat.
When: probably after all the other
Where: the streets of Aternaville
Rating: PG-13 for language
Canada was not actually exactly like Crowley remembered it. There were far fewer people speaking French and even fewer speaking English with a British accent. He seemed to remember that there had been a big to do about Canada getting its independence from Britain. He wasn't sure why they had bothered keeping the country, really. It was cold, wet and filled with geese. Imperialism, he reflected, was more of a bugger than he remembered. (He always forgot how really absurd the nineteenth century had been. He was still glad that he had slept through it.) The town was picturesque in the way that all little towns are picturesque: only if you didn't stare too hard. He ignored the too-small-too-boring-run-Crowley-run vibe that every neat suburban street and clean respectable sidewalk was giving him. He had a hotel room; now, he needed an apartment, something he could furnish all in white and then never seen again. It would be small, chic, and unlivable.
He had a feeling that Aternaville did not do chic.
Crowley reflected that Canada might be a lot more miserable than he had thought. It lacked one of the key things that had made London bearable: good (at least, on a technical level) company. Or any kind of company. He suspected that there weren't many angels in Canada. It just didn't seem like the kind of place they would bother with. You had the feeling that nothing evil ever happened in Canada. If Crowley were stuck there long enough, he thought that that might change.
In the mean time, he needed to find a real estate office or at least a "to let" sign. Crowley turned away from the little residential area he had been strolling through and headed back toward the cluster of tallish buildings that was pretending to be the downtown. He made a mental note to have the Bentley shipped across the Atlantic. Small towns were not as small as they used to be.
What: Slightly lost demon wanders about in search of a flat.
When: probably after all the other
Where: the streets of Aternaville
Rating: PG-13 for language
Canada was not actually exactly like Crowley remembered it. There were far fewer people speaking French and even fewer speaking English with a British accent. He seemed to remember that there had been a big to do about Canada getting its independence from Britain. He wasn't sure why they had bothered keeping the country, really. It was cold, wet and filled with geese. Imperialism, he reflected, was more of a bugger than he remembered. (He always forgot how really absurd the nineteenth century had been. He was still glad that he had slept through it.) The town was picturesque in the way that all little towns are picturesque: only if you didn't stare too hard. He ignored the too-small-too-boring-run-Crowley-run vibe that every neat suburban street and clean respectable sidewalk was giving him. He had a hotel room; now, he needed an apartment, something he could furnish all in white and then never seen again. It would be small, chic, and unlivable.
He had a feeling that Aternaville did not do chic.
Crowley reflected that Canada might be a lot more miserable than he had thought. It lacked one of the key things that had made London bearable: good (at least, on a technical level) company. Or any kind of company. He suspected that there weren't many angels in Canada. It just didn't seem like the kind of place they would bother with. You had the feeling that nothing evil ever happened in Canada. If Crowley were stuck there long enough, he thought that that might change.
In the mean time, he needed to find a real estate office or at least a "to let" sign. Crowley turned away from the little residential area he had been strolling through and headed back toward the cluster of tallish buildings that was pretending to be the downtown. He made a mental note to have the Bentley shipped across the Atlantic. Small towns were not as small as they used to be.