[Because Crowley always shows
appreciation for the ideas of others, he has hung hundreds of strings of sticky, see-through fly paper from the ceiling to dangle into the lobby. Just about chest height, too. He's in his usual leaning spot by a wall to observe any resulting chaos. In an attempt to make himself seem less obvious and more innocent, he's drinking a cup of tea. Just a nice English fellow enjoying a cuppa, nothing odd here]
[ooc: Open post is totally open. Feel free to notice the trap, get stuck in it, whatever. It's York's fault]