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Touring New Orleans Square

Oct 09, 2007 00:11

Location: New Orleans Square, duh XD
Mood: Exploratory

"It's not so much ducks, per se," Aziraphale was saying, smiling ruefully. "I quite like them, you know? I could imagine a more terrible fate. It's more not knowing the purpose, and that I seem to have been singled out to return, and I can't fathom why." Tranquil acceptance was easy to ( Read more... )

pippi, dean, susan, sam, rp, aziraphale, crowley

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no1likeher October 9 2007, 05:27:36 UTC

"Tag Mr. Neilson! You're it!"

A little red headed girl comes scampering out of an archway next to the ornament shop chased a monkey down Royal Street.

anthony_crowley October 9 2007, 05:49:22 UTC

Enough of a male to be glad of the distraction Pippi provided from talking about 'feelings' and crap, he pointed her out to Aziraphale.

"That's Eli... some girl whose name I don't know. She lives around here somewhere." Crowley then turned and pointed toward the Disney Gallery adjoining Club 33. "Fett lives up there." And he indicated the entrance to the Blue Bayou restaurant that sat under both his - their - rooms and Fett's. "And Rae is in there. I hear she's a decent cook. Vegetarian, though."

He started walking down the road that led to the northern part of New Orleans Square, expecting Aziraphale to follow.

no1likeher October 9 2007, 07:09:16 UTC

With much giggling and chattering, the girl and the monkey continued to barrel down the street towards the two men.

Mr. Neilson made a b-line to zip between Crowley's feet, and Pippi wasn't far behind.

anthony_crowley October 9 2007, 07:23:34 UTC

Crowley stepped casually over Mr. Neilson like he did this sort of thing every day. Demons have amazingly quick reactions and are good at looking cool in the meantime.

"That's the jewelry store," he said again to Aziraphale, ignoring the other two. "Antoinette lives upstairs." It seemed fairly likely that Antoinette would turn into a duck herself soon. It was a lot easier to mourn someone who had never actually existed.

no1likeher October 9 2007, 07:31:45 UTC

Pippi zigged while Mr. Neilson zagged. (Unless one spoke squirrel monkey, all Mr. Neilson ever seemed to say was "eep eep".)

For a moment the monkey had forgotten he was "it"... If he ever knew that they were playing tag at all.

Pippi cut in front of Crowley, not paying him any mind, while Mr. Neilson skittered to the right and around the flash demon trying to catch her.

Round and round the... demon, the monkey chased the... pirate... girl... Swede.

Whatever.

soho_angel October 9 2007, 12:03:27 UTC

Aziraphale, meanwhile, was nodding and filing away each name and location Crowley pointed out (and secretly trying very hard not to laugh at the sight of the bizarrely pigtailed child and her pet using his friend as an impromptu maypole.) Knowing that Crowley's patience had its limits even when he was determined to ignore something, however, he decided it might be wise to intervene.

Miracling a banana unobtrusively into being, he gave a sharp whistle to attract the monkey's attention, waggled the fruit invitingly in its direction, and tossed it off to the side.

It was a perfectly ordinary banana, apart from a puzzling tendency to skitter away (away from him and Crowley, in point of fact) just as someone tried to pick it up...

no1likeher October 9 2007, 15:54:48 UTC

The monkey might not be certain hes supposed to be chasing Pippi but bananas he knows must be chased.

With monkey like agility, no surprise there, he jumps away. If he finds it puzzling that the banana moves when he tries to pick it up, he doesn't show it.

Pippi on the other hand is slightly puzzled at the banana and stops where she is, tilting her head.

"Huh."

anthony_crowley October 9 2007, 16:55:11 UTC

Meanwhile, Crowley took the opportunity to move himself and Aziraphale as far from the kid and the monkey as possible without actually running. With a sly sideways look he said, "You knew I was about five seconds from losing my patience, didn't you?" A fair assumption, anyway. He was generally always about five seconds from losing his patience. But the fact that someone else knew that...

"Anyway, this is the French Market. Fay and his boyfriend have turned it into the Cat's Eye Cafe and they make cakes and things. Cayce tells me they're pretty good." Crowley didn't have much of a sweet tooth, but he thought Aziraphale would enjoy living between the two best bakers in the park. Then he pointed to another shop. Unwilling to discuss what he knew in public, but pretty sure Aziraphale would get the reference, he added, "Mrs. Lovett makes meat pies over there."

soho_angel October 10 2007, 06:36:40 UTC

Aziraphale chuckled softly as the monkey backed the banana up into a corner, only to see it escape by scooting right up the side of a building. "Of course." I've said it before, haven't I? I know you, you old serpent. "As often as you misplace the thing, I am amazed you don't carry a spare."

He frowned slightly at the Lovett reference, trying to place the name. "Mrs. Lovett, that sounds fami--good heavens, does she really?" His spectacles almost fell off his nose as he turned to very nearly gape at the shop in question. "But she can't possibly be...? Are Leon and his people aware of this?" Perhaps that police force wasn't such a silly notion after all. Kira's theory about the disappearances (his own safe return notwithstanding) suddenly seemed a good deal more ominous.

anthony_crowley October 10 2007, 06:53:42 UTC

With a snort Crowley said, "Too bulky. I travel light." And the banter was so easy - so damn comfortable - that he probably should have been worried.

He then laughed at the angel's consternated expression. "I don't know if Leon or his people know, but enough of the others - people who actually make a difference - are aware of the situation. But Todd and Lovett don't seem to be doing anything wrong now. No shortage of real meat here, you see... Just thought you should know."

They were coming up on the mansion and Crowley gestured grandly. "And the Haunted Mansion. Care to go for a ride?"

How could you not trust that innocent reptilian expression?

soho_angel October 10 2007, 20:03:55 UTC

The angel gave him a dubious look. "I suppose you lot around here have added your own 'improvements' to the attraction?"

Which was not to say he was refusing...

anthony_crowley October 11 2007, 06:38:00 UTC

Crowley looked mildly offended. "Not that I know of. Wouldn't the park just..." he waved a hand around in a vaguely Jack Sparrow fashion - and damn that was annoyingly hard to stop doing - "fix it, if they did?"

soho_angel October 11 2007, 06:54:16 UTC

"Hmm, I suppose so. Very well, if you think it's worth seeing." Mildly puzzled at the odd gesture he couldn't recall seeing Crowley use before, Aziraphale decided it must be the new Fashionable Thing. Crowley was very clever at picking up Fashionable Things and dropping them just as quickly when they were no longer Fashionable, a skill he himself had never acquired.

At any rate, there seemed little harm in investigating one of the park's peculiar little diversions. It wasn't as though they had other pressing business--finding a way home was still a priority, but it might just as easily be found in here as anywhere else, he reasoned.

anthony_crowley October 11 2007, 18:02:16 UTC

Yeah, that's right. It was Fashionable. Like all those other ridiculous Fashionable things that only weren't utterly silly if you treated them seriously and pulled them off with panache. Say what you would about Marie Antoinette's three foot hair and six foot hips; that girl had style.

Crowley hadn't been on the Haunted Mansion the year or so he'd lived in the park, but he remembered it from before with fond memories. On his last visit, he'd helped it be just a bit more frightening. Last he'd heard, little Bobby Connors was still in the institution...

He led Aziraphale through the courtyard queuing area into the lobby and toward the opening doors as a voice rang out, "Welcome, foolish mortals to the Haunted Mansion." Crowley snorted. "I am your host. Your... ghost host. Kindly step all the way in, please, and make room for everyone. There's no turning back now. Our tour begins here in this gallery where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible mortal state ( ... )

soho_angel October 12 2007, 03:29:06 UTC

Aziraphale rolled his eyes at the pompous 'unearthly' monologue and the ridiculous paintings, but he couldn't help grinning back at Crowley, wondering what the Mansion's creators would have thought if they'd known who would one day be coming through the place. "Doesn't sound like any disembodied spirit I've met," he remarked in an undertone, though there was no one there to hear.

anthony_crowley October 13 2007, 21:17:04 UTC

Not wanting to ruin the atmosphere by explaining that most of the disembodied spirits that he met were usually busy being tortured and/or screaming, Crowley simply agreed.

After their 'host's' body was revealed, along with the rending scream and the sickening lurch, the elevator door opened to let them out. Crowley stepped out into the cool, dark gallery room with the changing portraits and spared a longing glance for the rainy windows occasionally illuminated by false lightning. It gave him an idea that he filed away for later as he walked up to the ride platform.

"C'mon, angel," Crowley said, trying to cover the awkward moment as he decided how to deal with the imminent choice of riding in a rather snug car with Aziraphale or taking one of his own. In the end, he just stepped onto the moving platform into the first available black car and made the angel choose whether to join him or take the next.

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