Who are the people in your neighborhood...

[flash_demon]

Crowley had grown weary of reading the books he'd gotten to take to Aziraphale in the clinic, so he sauntered into the rec room to do battle with the bookshelf. He had always believed that Good and Evil were just names of sides, but that was until he'd encountered the shelf and the jukebox. Leave it to Knowledge and Electronics to prove to him

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Crowley

[billy_costigan]

It was a sort of restlessness that led him to the rec room - and he was very surprised at the amount of people there. He couldn't recall ever seeing that many at once. A minor conference. If they had been talking to each other. Which they weren't.

On the off-chance that something might appear, he drifted over to the bookshelf. Perhaps he could swap one of the people there for books, like he'd done with that girl. George? Anyway, worth the try.

[OOC: Got to go to bed now, but wanted to tag this!]

Re: Crowley

[flash_demon]

"If you get it to give up anything that isn't the bloody Bible, I'll take it," Crowley said, glowering at the shelf. Well, glowering was the best description, even though his dark sunglasses concealed his eyes.

[NP! tag more tomorrow!]

Re: Crowley

[billy_costigan]

He gave the guy (who looked a lot like Johnny Depp but not in the pirate version) a weird kind of look, wondering who the fuck got the Bible each time... "Haven't had that one yet," he said, "so let's see. No need to swap, though, I think I prefer not to. Being raised catholic is quite enough."

True to habit, the closed his eyes when he tried that shelf. It at least provided as much of a surprise as one could get here. When he looked he had Mario Puzo's The Godfather in one hand and the fucking text-book from the Massachusetts State Police Academy. He sighed. "The fucking thing will never learn that I'm not Italian. But if you like it, it's yours." He didn't expect anyone to enjoy a textbook about code of conduct in law enforcement.

Re: Crowley

[flash_demon]

Crowley turned up his nose at another book of rules and snatched the novel. "Saw this in the theatre, when it came out," he mentioned, nodding to the man. That was all the thanks he offered before thumbing through it quickly to make sure it wasn't one that had great whopping passages blacked out, or pages missing.

Death

[nevergrowsup]

Peter had recently discovered the showers. Before this, he had been taking baths in the river as per usual. But then he had found these fountains that shot out water when you asked them to and you could fiddle with the temperature. They merited further investigation.

He was contemplating a papaya as he walked through the room that always seemed terribly crowded. Then he saw the girl at the table. Carefully, Peter set the papaya in front of her.

Fruit helped with sadness. Candy did better, but all he had was fruit.

Re: Death

[get_a_lifetime]

Death took one look at him and lit up. She hadn't seen such precious eyes in so long. "Hello. Is this for me?" she asked, looking at the papaya. She liked them so much more than mangoes.

Re: Death

[nevergrowsup]

He nodded at her. "Yes. But..." Peter held his finger up warningly and used his Stern Voice, the way he did on the Lost Boys. "You cannot look sad while you eat it."

Re: Death

[get_a_lifetime]

"Yes, sir," Death replied, smiling softly as she raised her arm to salute him. She only got it so high before she winced, then dropped it so she could concentrate on the bubbling smiles instead of the throbbing ache.

"Thank you so much. It's very kind of you to share...you are sharing, right? You'll eat some too?"

Stuart Redman

[mama_bennet]

Mrs. Bennet still fluttered greatly from all the excitement. But a peak at Jane's dear husband made her smile with joy. "Mr. Redman!" she called, toddling over to nim. "Oh, what a very lovely song. Perhaps you might sing it to the baby comes! Possibly there were some worlds in which a man couldn't be blamed for killing a woman for trying to steal his horse. She had heard of such places, in novels, you see. And that sort of girl would be have to be rather badly behaved.

"I had been hoping to see you, to ask a small favor of you." She panted as she finished her sentence.

Re: Stuart Redman

[east_texas]

"Yes, ma'am," Stu nodded, grinning gently at his mama'n'law. "Do be callin' me Stu, though. Only seems fittin' an' all."

Re: Stuart Redman

[mama_bennet]

"Then you must call me Fanny. It would only be right," she attempted. "La, how times have changed." She raised the basket on her arm, now filled with many balls of different shades of pink yarn. "I learnt to knit and crochet as a girl," she said happily. "But I haven't any hooks or needles. I thought you or one of your men might be adept at whittling..." She glanced.

This must seem like a very silly task.

Re: Stuart Redman

[east_texas]

Stu brightened at that. "Well, sure, Miss Fanny. My momma used to do that. I can get you a set of diff'rent sizes an' all in no time. I been makin' toys an' I'm sure I got more'n enough to make up jus' what ya need."

Crowley

[fisherprice_tim]

Boy, the rec room was packed today. Tim nodded to the various occupants as he passed, making for the bookshelf, and nodded to the flash bastard glaring at the selection. Tim looked closed, and his eyebrows drew worriedly together.

"...I didn't realize the furniture here was evangelical."

Re: Crowley

[flash_demon]

"Only to me, pet," Crowley said dryly. "It's a right bugger to me most of the time. Perhaps you'll have better luck?"

Re: Crowley

[fisherprice_tim]

"Fellow Brit," Tim observed, grinning. "That's more like it. All of my mates her are American, it's terribly isolating." Bridget didn't count as a mate.

"And probably not." He reached a hand out and pulled a book from off the shelf, then turned it over in his hands.

"Dr. Faustus. Right."

Re: Crowley

[flash_demon]

Crowley snorted, shaking his head. "Bloody dull, that one. And not accurate at all."

He didn't mention the 'fellow' bit, even if he had gone native. "London, of late. Where do you call home, my dear?"

Jack Harkness

[hates_nature]

He hadn't spoken with Jack since the day he'd seen the film reels. A lot had changed since then. He'd screwed over Tosh and Ianto, apologised (for once in his life), fought with Gwen, felt more alienated than he had in his entire life, and accepted, once and for all that the Jack he had here wasn't the same Jack he'd rescued from the Cardiff Blitz before his arrival. It was a lot for one man to process, and even thinking about it all (much less his conversation with Tosh which he still wasn't certain had actually happened) made him feel a little off balance

Re: Jack Harkness

[captainjack]

He didn't miss much, even in a crowded room. As Owen tried to make his escape, Jack moved quickly to intercept, laying a hand on his arm.

"Hey, not even a hello?" he purred.

Re: Jack Harkness

[hates_nature]

Owen paused, froze really, where he was. It took him the entire span of a heartbeat to even look at Jack and even then it felt like it took forever and a year for him to do. It was that damn purr that got to him. "You looked busy," he lied. "Didn't want to interrupt."

Re: Jack Harkness

[captainjack]

"Bullshit," he shot back. "It's not like I gave you a sex disease or something. If you have a problem, Owen, say so. I'm a big boy, I can handle it."