For the first time in my life

[possibly_thrice]

I have a significant backload of things I should be posting here for archival-completeness purposes.

But I'd rather do a meme.

1. I write down a list of 10 characters.

2. You choose however many of those you like and ask me a question about them. Examples: "What happens when 5 and 9 are forced to take care of a baby?" or "1, 4, and 8 walk into a bar.

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9 and 5 are locked in a cell together

[possibly_thrice]

Crowley wakes from his uneasy sleep to the less than reassuring sound of a schoolteacher, glaring. It is a very small sound, but it is more than unpleasant enough to make up for it, especially to the sensitive ears of someone who has made a career, more or less, out of writing naughty notes under the nose of the schoolteacher.

To his enormous relief, the schoolteacher is not glaring at him, but at the door of the cell.

"Hallo," he says, tentatively. "When did you get here?"

She turns to face him. "You're a demon," she says. She looks surprised, which, well, fair enough, she's not the only one. He checks to see if his sunglasses are still on-- yes, safely affixed-- so how the bloody Someplace did she work it out, anyway?

Then he notices her aura.

He blinks, for the first time in several weeks.

"And you're... something weird, but that really doesn't answer my question at all, now, does it?" he says.

"About five minutes ago," she says. "You're from the Dungeon Dimensions, I suppose. But I would have thought your sort would prefer a front-row view of the..." Her lip curls. "Action."

"Action," Crowley echoes.

"The Apocalypse," the schoolteacher says, her eyes flaring blue. "As manufactured by your friends the Auditors."

"Oh, bugger," he says, "not again."

She raises an eyebrow. It's an eyebrow that demands an explanation.

Crowley does his best, although without the angel (who he is not going to think about right now) to fill in the gaps his telling of the story goes a little stuttery in places. She leans forward, and listens. Outside the screams have started; inside the cold and dark and occultly barricaded cell, though, quiet happens. And under it, two not exactly human-shaped beings do moderately unusual introductions, and begin to make some plans.

"How do you feel about causing widespread mayhem on the astral plane?" Susan inquires, after he's done.

Crowley smiles.

"Are you suggesting that we get out of this dump?" he says.

In answer, Susan undoes her bun.

Her hair spreads out like the fluffier variety of snakes, and Crowley hisses approvingly through his teeth, and gets to his feet.

This is going to be fun.

Re: 9 and 5 are locked in a cell together

[rubynye]

THE FLUFFIER VERSION OF SNAKES.

AMEN, AND AMEN.

Re: 9 and 5 are locked in a cell together

[possibly_thrice]

Crowley approves of this prayer. :'D

I WILL BE WORKING ON THE REST OF YOUR PROMPTS SHORTLY, btw, and I feel I should mention that you have amazing random-number-picking skills. You really, really do.