wine, demons and song

[vintagebentley]

There’s only so much time a demon can spend in his room sulking about his whereabouts before he starts to feel a little ridiculous. All right, so he’s displaced in a parallel universe where the resolution settings seem just slightly warped, in a reality inhabited by a creepy and over-familiar woman with buttons for eyes. Weird, yes, but Crowley had

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[wilfulparadox]

Lord Henry, having discovered the same room some time ago, has been half-dozing in a chair in the corner with a glass of good brandy in his hand. When the record player comes on he starts awake, barely avoiding sloshing his drink down his front.

"What the devil--?"

[bwahahabeetle]

In between his random fits of exploring, Ted's been busy designing things -- adding new bits to the Bug, since he'll probably have to build a new one if he ever gets back, working on software programs and the like. He's currently sprawled out somewhere with a large enough floor for him to lie down on, and jumps a little when he hears the music, frowns, and then heads for the lounge.

"What the hell?"