Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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[serpentinthegarden]

He had done a good deal more than smudge it but before that could be said the glass shattered sending tiny shards spinning about through the air like pinwheels and the window's true destructor was flying off nearly was quickly!

"Wiggle on?"

Crowley gaped at the window, then the fleeing angel, before taking a few rushed strides to catch up with him.

"They'll think I did that!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Well what are they going to do? Arrest you? Send you a bill? I'll take care of it if it comes to that." Because it was only right. "But otherwise I don't know what you expect me to do about it."

[serpentinthegarden]

Now in stride with Azriaphale, he shoved his hands deep into his pockets... likely to prevent them roaming around on their own or setting anymore fires.

"I don't know. I've never had to deal with the police before, not really. A snap of the fingers and they always left us alone. Not that they ever could catch me on the open road anyway. Here..."

He frowned and looked quickly around.

"You think they have police at all? I haven't seen any."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"I don't know. I don't know. How should I know?" What if there were? They couldn't exactly miracle the trouble away. And he'd had quite enough of prison to last him a lifetime.

"Oh look, a gift shop. Let's go in and try to look inconspicuous." He ducks in himself, smiling to everyone as if he's pleased to see them. "This is a very nice gift shop! Don't you think?" He might be speaking a bit too loudly. It's difficult work being inconspicuous.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Thought you might have listened to that windbag wizard when he was going on about the rules..."

The sudden appearance of gift shop was not a particularly happy one but the angel was followed inside. Azriaphale was given a sly pitying look from between the racks of waterglobes at his oh so subtle attempts not to look suspicious.

"It's full of overpriced knickknacks..."

He picked up something that might have been a monkey in a hula skirt or a misshapen Elvis.

"Who buys this stuff?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Who knows." He is too distracted by it all. He wasn't worried about any sort of law enforcement before and wished Crowley hadn't thought it up.

"You know.... They do have costumes here..." Perhaps a disguise? He hadn't gone incognito in quite a while. "What do you think?"

[serpentinthegarden]

He did consider pointing out that as an angel and a demon they had some rather large distinctive wings that would be difficult to hide in a costume but it was tempting to play dress up! He could see Azriaphale in one of those regal ballgowns or dressed up like a toy. Oh, to do the wrong thing or not!

"Might be a good idea."

And evil wins, but fortunately this was only a spot of mischief not likely to get them into any serious trouble.

"New look... we wouldn't stand out as much."

They would probably stand out more but it would be worth it. Monster Elvis was placed back down on the shelf so that he could wander over to the racks of costumes and paw through them. Lots of Princesses, a cowboy outfit or two, and then there were the villains! How evil to be with this.

"We should play against type. You pick out my disguise and," winning demon smile, "I'll pick out yours. That way we will end up looking entirely different than we normally would."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"All right. But I don't like it that you're so pleased with this. It usually means you're trying to convince me to do something I'd rather not do and I don't see the problem." Though the yet hangs in the air, because he doesn't quite trust them.

"But fine. I think I have an idea or two for you as well." A faint smirk of his own here, though he doesn't really have much of any idea and is hoping inspiration will strike and that Crowley won't hate it.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Me convince you of something you'd rather not? Naahhh... It's all in good fun! I promise this hardly counts as a temptation at all!"

Said while still pawing through the racks. As it turned out many of the villains these outfits depicted were women and while that didn't bother him in the slightest some of these were a little too revealing, and therefore too cruel, to foist on an angel.

He pulled out a dark 'Evil Queen' number. Her long purple robes were something like they would have worn back in ancient times and it did have that lovely black cape perfect for hiding large white wings. Seemed perfect, though he did hold it out to give Azriaphale veto powers.

"How about this? They'd never know you!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Good fun, he says. Aziraphale doesn't see much fun about it. Oh he likes camp and costumes as much as the next... the next...gentleman, but it's one thing to get costumed and it's quite another to pick something out for someone else. It had taken him long enough to get the gardener and that was only because he was reminded of a hilarious skit he'd seen one day while popping into Wales for some Picau ar y maen.

He glances at the costume and-- it looks like something a demon would pick out honestly.

"It's very cloak and dagger. I'm not sure I can pull it off, but I suppose it will have to do."

As for Crowely... He has no idea. Finally he picks out something that could be called the exact opposite of cowboy chic, so far opposite, in fact, that it's near crossing the line to being chic again, though hasn't quite reached it.

"You might have to pick your own, dear."

[serpentinthegarden]

He snorted at Aziraphale's indecision. All these costumes, the angel could suggest he dress as anything from a Princess to a Fairy and he chose the one outfit that looked like something out of a Vogue magazine.

"Picking my own defeats the purpose, you know what I'd pick..."

He thumbed the last outfit Aziraphale had had his hands on and agreed this would probably have been it.

"I'd loose the tie, bow ties only look good on angels, but I probably would have picked this."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Well..." A sly smile. "What I'd really like to pick..." No but he can't say that.

That is...very dangerous to say and he's not entirely certain if it would be welcomed. And so:

"Is this." And he pulls out a sequined jumpsuit in the style of Elvis, not that he has a good grasp on who Elvis is other than his hips were Disapproved of for a time.

[serpentinthegarden]

"The 50's!"

Said with more delight than the fashions of the era really deserved.

"I could do the 50's again."

As if to prove the point he attempted an Elvis style hip swivel. He didn't quite have Elvis's technique down but he did have the hips for it and snakes could shimmie. The move sort of became his own.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Hm?" That little movement was completely decadent. He was completely taken in by the motion for a reason he couldn't describe.

Wiley serpent.

"What?" there had been a conversation. "Oh, yes, fifties. Does it suit?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"It could work."

As he had proved he thought, but he looked over his shoulder at Azriaphale and leaned close enough to hiss a wiley old question near the angel's ear.

"But is that what you would really like to pick?"

After all you can't start off hesitant like that and not expect it to be commented on.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Ahaha, Crowley, please," he pushed him away a little. That tickled horribly when he did that.

"Well I have really picked it, haven't I?" He held the jumpsuit up to him. "It works rather well against your skintone, I think."

[serpentinthegarden]

Pushed away again but this time, with the laugh and that word please spoke so wonderfully hushed, it felt more like a delightful little game than a rejection.

"Alright, alright," He would let the angel get away with it but not without a knowing smirk to let Azriaphale know that was what was happening here.

"Changing room's that way."

Crowley bobbed his head at the backroom, but stood back to allow the other man to take the lead.

"After you, your Majesty."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He smiles. "I am merely a humble principality. You won't turn my head that easily, you old snake."

But he does look pleased as he takes the...garment from Crowley that he is meant to wear. God help him. And heads back to the dressing room. He's never liked modern dressing rooms, alas. Gone were the days of tailors where you could have the room to yourself, or have them come to you! Now it was just pack yourself in a tiny room and hope you fit while trying on clothes that came in array of standard sizes and none of them were the right ones, it felt like. At least he could still get tailors this day and age but they were few and far between and here? He clicked his tongue.

Oh, well. Needs must, he supposed! He hung up the dress and went to take off his coat when he realized that there was a problem.

"Bugger."

How on Earth was he to manage getting it off with his wings in the way? They were irritatingly corporeal too and no amount of concentration could make them otherwise, not even a little.

"I am not going to cut holes in this coat to get them out!" He grumbled. "Do you hear me, you cursed wizard?"

How he was supposed to do anything was beyond him.

[serpentinthegarden]

They were parted for mere minutes before Crowley snaked back over to the dressing cubical Azriaphale had strayed into with a cheery,

"Angel are you decent?"

And a flop on the top of the door frame so he could peer in even before he had been given the answer.

"So this plan... minor flaw really. I forgot the wings were a constant thing now."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He holds the dress against him on instinct, even though he hasn't gotten anything off yet.

"Honestly, you're supposed to wait for an answer before looking over."

He sighed and looked at the dress once more, not entirely disappointed in not having to wear it.

"I suppose this idea is out. But we have to figure out something that doesn't involve a frightful amount of holes."

[serpentinthegarden]

Modesty. Demons as a general rule didn't worry that much about it so he snerked at the idea the angel was concerned about being caught out.

"I apologize, I forgot about that entirely."

But if that were true it didn't stop him for very long.

"New idea. We lay low for a while. A day in hiding and they will have forgotten all about it. "

Or they would have been tracked down and made to pay for the damage, either way, it's not like they could run or hide very well trapped in this bloody small park.

"So we get some wine, I met a lady down at the local pub or what functions at the local pub, anyway point is, I could call her up get a few bottles and then you and I could hide out in that horrible pink princess room. We can work out what to do about your jacket without taking scissors to it once we get there."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"I'm sure." He gives the demon a dry look, not trusting him at his word, naturally. But then perks up a bit as he continues.

"Probably a better idea." And he's much more comfortable with that sort of thing. Honestly. He did like pantomime as much as the next person but too much was too much and things were awkward enough. He places the dress back on the hanger and puts it up.

"Anyway, I never could play Wicked Queen very well," he says as he opens the door to the dressing room, pressing Crowley out of the way and pausing to look up at him, only the door between them.

"At least not in this situation..." He gives the demon a slow smirk before heading out, quite pleased with himself.

[serpentinthegarden]

Truthfully he was more comfortable with that as well. Not that he minded costumes, they were actually pretty entertaining really. Dressing up as some one else and fooling everyone into believing that was who you actually were was an interesting way to spread a little chaos. But Azriaphale as the Evil Queen... Some how it didn't seem quite right to hide those brilliant white features.

"You're not the woodsman."

He said dryly, before following along. As it turned out getting the wine was as easy as he said a quick phone call, borrowing the gift shop's phone while the owner was busy, soon had them on their way with several bottles of decent but not above average wine and a few glasses.

Crowley's mood took a little down turn however when they reentered their flat. All peach and perfect, it looked exactly like some thing an angel would love... and maybe that was why Azriaphale seemed so much more at home here than out on those streets. He however found it a little depressing. It was just too much.

Flopping on his bed he reached for a bottle and popped the cork. Two glasses, stat, very much seemed to be in order.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Honestly he was trying to be cheeky. How can Crowley be a demon and not get a double entendre as blatant as that? it must be because they travel in such different circles it can't be helped. But, well, it's not terribly important.

"No, but I do enjoy them from time to time." Said in an offhanded way.

The worries fade as they procure the wine, and disappear altogether when they reach the room unaccosted. It's a pleasant room, to be sure. Luxurious. The decor is a little tacky, but he'd prefer it over a cot in an alley, especially with the wing situation the way it is. Anyway, they're likely to be here a week at most, if not a little less, so he's fine with it.

He sits and, after a brief moment to adjust his wings, moans a little in comfort as he sinks against the buttery velvet.

"At least it feels good if nothing else. Though I don't know how we're going to come up with enough" he makes a face. "Munny to afford it."

[serpentinthegarden]

He started the entendre, he hadn't expected an angel to end it. That and his thoughts had wandered. He admitted that only to himself. For as Azriaphale had walked past him, temporarily trapped behind that door, the angel's wings had brushed past his cheek. A remarkable occurrence he didn't imagine would come by again without a little more coy persuasion. When they got back to that room... He told himself.

Only he had forgotten the room wasn't his nice stylishly modern flat it was that touristy one size fits all type. Depressing... They hadn't skimped on the bedding that was very true. Even if it was peach it was still soft and if he closed his eyes it might even have been comfortable.

He poured out two glasses of wine and left his perch to walk over and land next to Azriaphale, sitting on the angel's chosen bed, close to his side with the perfect pretense for it all. He handed the man his drink.

"The room's free for a while, after that... I do have a few ideas in mind."