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[caycep]

((Closed to Cayce, Azi, Crowley, and Ellie. Backdated to a day or two after the Bentley Babes caper.))Cayce wasn't jealous. That much was easy enough to define; she cared for Crowley a lot, but not That Way. And notwithstanding her admission at the community Truth or Dare game, she definitely wasn't queer for Ellie either, although she certainly

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[soho_angel]

Aziraphale was more than a little perturbed, for similar reasons to Cayce's, but with roughly five thousand nine hundred and seventy more years of Crowley's acquaintance to fuel his worry. He hadn't seen much of his counterpart since that evening, and what he had seen involved a lot more smiling, distracted behavior and pleasant moods than had ever been usual, and an aura whose colors had changed...subtly, but in distinct and significant ways

[caycep]

"Hi, Aziraphale," Cayce said. "I wouldn't mind a cup of tea if, um, if you don't mind." She had a hunch the angel would welcome the activity. "How've you been?"

[soho_angel]

"Oh, getting by, getting by." For his own part, things had been fairly tranquil of late. Having someone else to worry about was good for taking one's midn off one's own troubles, at least.

"Do you have a preference?" He put away his cleaning cloth and took the teapot with him to where he kept the tea supply. "I have some very nice Oolong, but of course there's always the Earl Grey or green tea or just your basic pekoe blend...oh, and if you're interested, I thought I'd try something different and made a few croissants yesterday; they turned out quite nicely, I think..." He hadn't had any customers in some time, and suspected New Orleans Square might have acquired an unfavorable reputation among the park residents (one could scarcely imagine why with the place full of demons, demon hunters, bounty hunters, and all manner of very odd people.) Or that some of his former visitors might have gone and ducked, or whatever you called it. Honestly, by this time he would almost rather not know.

[caycep]

"Oolong's fine," Cayce said. "And, uh, yeah, croissants. If it's not too much trouble."

She sat down at a table. "Uh. Crowley around?" It almost sounded casual. Belatedly she wondered if it sounded like she was looking for Crowley, which she wasn't, plus there was the implication that he and Aziraphale were somehow joined at the hip, which might have been true enough, but- "I mean, I was just wondering. No big deal if he's not. In fact it's probably better if-" She stopped.

[caycep]

Cayce had had many an awkward "girl talk" in her lifetime, but telling a succubus that she'd been zapped by a goddess was something 1. new and 2. entirely off the scales.

She approached Ellie's home at the jewelry store with more than a little trepidation, sincerely hoping that she was not about to interrupt an intimate moment. Things seemed quiet, so she took a deep breath and rapped on the door.

[chantinellie]

Fortunately, Crowley wasn't around at that particular moment. Even demons needed a break every now and again, and as he'd headed out he had said something about scouring the park for tater tots, of all things. Did they even have those at Disney Land? Did they taste different if they were fried in real oil as opposed to summoned out of thin air? Ellie had no idea, and thought it might be just an excuse to catch his breath and reconnect with his beloved Bentley (male thing,) but she was taking the opportunity to straighten the place up a bit when she heard the knock.

Throwing on a silk dressing gown and sticking her head out the window, she grinned brightly and waved when she spotted Cayce down below. "Hey, doll. What's the haps?" Some of T-rex's catchphrases were ridiculously contagious.

[caycep]

Cayce laughed and waved back. "Hey, Ellie. Got a sec? There's something I wanted to ask you about."

She sounded casual enough; she wasn't terribly eager to cause massive alarm right away.

[chantinellie]

"Sure, come on up. There's a ladder in the back of the store." Ellie hastily kicked a few items under the bed (she had a bed now, yay. It took up most of the floor space and was pretty much the only thing available to sit on, but she'd been overruled on that count. Maybe she should have waited until Crowley's brain was fully back online to bring it up.) "Sorry about the mess," she called downstairs, quickly scanning the room to make sure nothing in sight was too...much.

[soho_angel]

Aziraphale, meanwhile, had heard the Bentley pull out, and was waiting in a garden chair with a book out in front of Club 33 so he could intercept Crowley when he returned. He wasn't actually reading, however, but was trying to decide where this situation fit in the continuum of bizarre and difficult incidents that punctuated his long life. Somewhere well below the Apocalypse, the Deluge or the Crusades, he reckoned, but definitely a notch or two above Warlock's birthday party. How it stood in relation to being clawed up, knocked out and left to bleed to death at Sodom remained to be seen...

[anthony_crowley]

With a great deal of noise, smoke, and flash, the demon eventually careened back into his usual parking spot in front of the club. He cheerfully jumped out of the car without bothering with the door and greeted his colleague.

"Careful, angel. Some sun might actually get on you if you're outside..."

[soho_angel]

Aziraphale raised his eyebrows, regarding his counterpart bemusedly. Crowley had been in such high spirits since the party, and it was really quite a lovely change of pace, if a bit unsettling (especially now that he knew the likely cause.) He hoped he wasn't about to spoil it.

"Perish the thought." He shut his book and rose. "Although I don't think I'm quite so enamoured of my books yet as to fade in the sunlight as they do. Do you think you could spare me a moment before you return to whatever depravity has been keeping you so busy?" He'd used that line at least a thousand times, but had never meant it quite so literally before.

[anthony_crowley]

Not even Aziraphale could claim that tater tots were depraved... Crowley shrugged and indicated the front door. "Lay on, Macduff."

The latter part of that quote was better meant for Ellie.

[caycep]

Having left Crowley and Ellie to sort themselves out (and sincerely hoping the best for whatever happened), Cayce made her way bavck to Tomorrowland.

First stop: the Honey I Shrunk the Audience theatre. She went in, calling out, "Kira! Hey, Kira, you around?"

[caycep]

"Hey! Well, what you can help me with is this: subsequent to the little Bentley cruise around the park the other day and after some thought, Crowley wanted to see if I'd be interested in helping to organize a beauty contest." She sort of hated to leave Kira in the dark about the exact motivations at work here, but she suspected that the fewer people who knew about the fix, the better. Even Kira. "What I wondered was: would you be up for emceeing the thing?"