8: You could make a documentary about this.

[scaresplants]

Characters: Anthony J. Crowley and vatheon!
Location: In the movie theater.
Time: Whenever you want, he's here all day.
Style: I'll match you!
Status: Open like the box office. B)

[So, you're at the movie theater, just watching one of those lovely films they have to show, like The Codfather or Harry Otter. You're having a grand old time, and the movie

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[hexywitch]

[arrived here in Vatheon just a few hours ago, and confused and wet, ducked into this movie theatre and sat through a strange film]

[now that the film is over, she's a bit drier, but still quite confused, and prepares to exit the theatre and figure out just exactly where she is and what's happened and whether or not she's had some kind of mental breakdown]

[is jolted out of her frantic thoughts by a loud snore, which she investigates]

[pulls out her wand] [whispers] Lumos. [the wand tip lights, illuminating the man's face]

[tentatively] ...hello?

[scaresplants]

[Crowley doesn't wake up, but turns away from the light and mumbles.]

Bloody stupid Hieronymous Bosch...

[Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.]

[hexywitch]

[raises an eyebrow]

[Lily doesn't particularly want to...touch him, but she's curious about him now]

Nox. [the light of her wand goes out and she takes a step back, pointing her wand at him]

[smirks] Rictusempra.

[a beam of silver light hits its target square in the chest. A tickling charm]

[scaresplants]

Your visions are really weird...mmmph.

[And then when the tickling charm hits him, Crowley jumps up like a rocket taking off, surprise written all over his face. Oh, yeah, he's woken up.]

What in the bloody-ahahahahahahahaaaaa!

[And then he trips over the chair in front of him and falls, still giggling. SO GRACEFUL, CROWLEY. He tries his best to glare up at Lily, trying to speak in between fits of giggling.]

Ahahahaha- would you- heeheheeee- please STOP THIS- ahahahahahaaaaaa!

/pounces!

[effier]

[Effy's going to stand behind his seat and ruffle his hair a bit.]

Haven't seen you in ages, wake up.

[scaresplants]

[Still kind of asleep, though he mumbles a bit as he turns over.]

Mmmm...I'm not your cat.

[effier]

[Now she's leaning over him, hair brushing across his face.]

Wake up, Tony.

[scaresplants]

I don't want to.

[He cracks one eye open, though.] Oh. Hi, Effy.

[redcloakedthief]

[There is a thief perched not in a chair but on the back of the chair next to Crowley.

Smirking.

Oh dear.]

This is a terrible place to sleep.

[scaresplants]

[Frowns in his sleep at the sound and mumbles as he turns.]

Mmmmm...go away.

[redcloakedthief]

Now that isn't very nice. It's like you're asking me to do something mean to you.

[scaresplants]

[Crowley doesn't answer. He just frowns and tries to ignore you. GO AWAY RED CLOAK MAN YOU ARE DISTURBING HIS SLEEP.]

1/2 ?

[ilovedyoupiggy]

[He was watching Codfather!

Because it had the word cod in it. He liked that word!

There wasn't any explosion though, which bummed him out.

So to make up for it, he was going to entertain himself with his moose!

Squeak!

Squeak!]

2/2

[ilovedyoupiggy]

[Oh hey! Someone who might want to play with his moose too! If playing means basically trying to stick it into the sleeping guys mouth!

Well attempt to anyways if all the squeaking from the moose or his plushed feet doesn't wake up CrawleyCrowley.

Or the giggling.]

[scaresplants]

Mmmmmphh mm fffmmmph mmmmm...

[What is this strange squeaking noise? It is being rather rude, disturbing Crowley's sleep like that.]

[Without even waking up, Crowley raises his hand, points in a vague direction where he thinks the annoying sounds are coming from, and sets it on fire. Problem solved.]

[Too bad he has totally missed his mark, and has instead set a nearby movie theater seat on fire. Crowle, why must you be so lazy.]

[colnecromancer]

[Well, that film certainly lasted two hours.]

[On his way out, he spots the snoring man in the last row, and decides to sit down next to him. Watching a man sleep is evidently much more interesting than watching the adventures of a magical orphaned otter.]

[scaresplants]

[The man doesn't wake up, and just keeps snoring away, only to mumble incoherent phrases every once in a while.]

I told you that the smile doesn't look right, Leo. But noooooo, you think it's bloody perfect...

[The life and times of Anthony J. Crowley, everybody.]

[colnecromancer]

It was certainly perfectly bloody.

[Let's see how long he can hold a conversation with a sleeping man.]

A perfect film for children of all ages.

[scaresplants]

[Crowley frowns slightly in his sleep, turning away from the noise.]

Aziraphale, go away. I mean it.