diatu | Surf's up, School's out

Who: Crowley and OPEN - (Now with bonus August Adventure)
What: A demon getting used to school, meeting new people, going to class... what could go wrong?
Where: In and about the Academy (August Catchall)
When: First day of class
Warnings: Bit of cursing here and there

Room 666
The shades were drawn but only enough so that the light streamed into the room through a narrow slit, brightening the center of the room but leaving the corners rather dark and secluded. That car was still out there. He couldn't make out who was in the driver's seat... if indeed there was anyone in the driver's seat at all... but it had been following him. He thought it had been following him anyway. Maybe it was a mistake?
Maybe every one in this place drove silver DeLorean's. He was too suspicious to be that gullible!

Crowley stood near the window peering out past the curtains, glaring at the stalkers car, fully content to watch it as long as it took to find out who was following him... that is until there was a knock on his door which necessitated his sauntering over to answer it. Now whether the knock had been on purpose or accidental he leaned on the frame and looked over the person in the hall.

"If you are selling I have all the paper and quills I will ever need... Maybe if you try the next door down? And knock really loud," he added for just that extra touch of demonic mischief to incite the maximum level of disturbance to his new neighbor, "They are a bit hard of hearing."

First Class
Crowley came to class on that first day in typical style. He was late and wearing his stylish outfit from home instead of his assigned uniform. He made a grand production of taking a seat at the back of the classroom and propping up his feet on the back of the desk chair in front of him... very nearly on top of the head of the student sitting at that desk.

Intimations class. Crowley had no idea what that was, barely looked at the syllabus when one was passed around to him, and was more focused on constructing a few paper wads to fling at the other student in the next row over... until the instructor demonstrated one of the spells they would be learning in the class by reciting a prayer to the God of Love. Then his demonic outcry would be heard echoing throughout the school.

"NGK!!! What the Heaven... What kind of class is this?!"

With a prayer and a gesture by an irate instructor who had had enough Crowley would find himself unceremoniously magically teleported out of the classroom for being too much of a disturbance. He is bound to reappear; falling from the air, crashing into your dorm bed, splashing down in the middle of a pool... feel free to run into him anywhere.

Escape
He was outside in a flash, hopping down the cement steps and taking off across the lawn in long-legged gate.

"No, no, no, no, no! This is ridiculous! I can't be in that kind of class! Or have that kind of magic!"

Fear and uncertainty manifested itself as anger and he hissed to himself as he fled the school building.

"It has to be a mistake or..."

With a fierce glare he staggered back to snark at the sky.

"Some great big pissing joke!"

He knows you are up there God and just laughing your ass off about this! There would be no answer of course, there never was. There was only the interminable silence and the fear that this was all some how ineffable.

August Adventure - Panic At The Fresco

Renowned artist Brank Cee just finished his latest masterpiece -- only for a sudden Valhudor flash mob to erupt just as he hung it up to dry! Now he's over here, the piece is over there, and the lead actor has come within a hair's breadth of skewering it with his sword prop three different times in one duel alone! He can't get through the crowd to recover it, let alone the performance. Oh please, rescue his painting and he will reward you!

Lounging on a bench Crowley looked up at the panicked artist, then over to the flash mob, then laid right back down where he had been .

"Why not just walk over there and get it yourself? Yea, yea, yea... you are afraid of getting conscripted to the play."

It did seem like they were pulling people in from all over. Willing and not-so willing participants either joined in with the song and dance or sulked angrily in the background.

"I don't know why you think I want to get caught up in it either."

Besides, like a flicker of flame springing to life, he suddenly had a better idea one he sat bolt upright for.

"Why not leave the painting where it is? So it gets skewered! All you need is a crowd of people watching and you could make a bundle off those bits of painting fragments still hanging in the frame. Call it performance art! They will see you as a genius."

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"Mmmmfk."

Crowley grumbled as his tail was currently up over his head and turning himself right side up required feats of flexibility that would have impressed a contortionist. Only when he was the right side round again did he glare up at Sylvando from underneath one of the branches of bush.

"Who are you calling darling? I'm not darling, nothing I do is darling, just ask the teacher who kicked me out of class."

Sylavndo waved off the comment about his nicknaming habits. "Oh, you know I say that sort of thing to everyone," he said, offering Crowley a hand up from the bush. "Though it's good to know being brought to another world hasn't rendered you any less your usual charming self. Getting magically ejected on the first day may be a new record for you though. Dare I ask what you did? Maybe turn in a rude limerick as a writing assignment, or hit the teacher's back one too many times with a magic pea shooter?"

"General disruption and mayhem. I think I might also have said something especially scathing about the subject matter. Professors don't care much for swearing or... shouting loud enough to disturb the rest of the class."

He took the offered hand up but very nearly hesitated to do so when this stranger made it sound like they were old friends. Had they met? Crowley was sure he might have remembered some one calling him darling...

"You are another one of those who has met me before?"

There were two others he could think of who were in the same club. Aziraphale, who apparently had met other Crowley's on his planet hopping adventures. And Alec, who must have met him before! He knew too much not to!

Sylvando chuckled as he helped Crowley to his feet. "No, they don't," he said. "Though at least he didn't have you write lines or some other dreadfully dull thing. And now you have an excuse to take your time getting back." Or to skip class altogether, but Sylv isn't going to suggest that.

He nodded in response to the question. "You and Aziraphale both, among many other delightfully interesting people from many worlds. Speaking of Aziraphale, is he here too, by any chance? And if so, how have you two been getting on?"

This was Crowley, he was already planning on skipping the rest of class. It wouldn't be very cool or very demonic if he ran all the way back there to catch the last five minutes or so. He would saunter in there the next time he went like nothing had happened at all.

"You met him too?"

Well, obviously, he had just said as much! And now this guy was asking after the angel? What should he say, the truth? We had a huge breakup before I arrived here but Aziraphale seems to have forgotten that and he gave me his room key... NAH!

"He is here and its the same as always with us."

The detached and non-committal response was best.

"Who... are you again?"

Well that was a very smooth non-answer. Bravo, Crowley. "I don't think that means quite the same thing to you as it does to me, darling," he said. "Quite a lot happened back there, including some rather significant things to the two of you."

"But that's right, I have forgotten to introduce myself, haven't I?" He bowed theatrically. "The Great Sylvando, Entertainer Extraordinaire, at your service."

Thank you, thank you. He would have taken a cue from Sylvando to take his proper bows for being slippery with words only he was thrown off by that 'some rather significant things' that had apparently happened to him and Aziraphale. What significant things? Had they had another break up? This to him seemed the most likely answer as they had so recently made back up again after the last one. The end of the world was a stressful time and sometimes things are said which are later regretted... But it was done and nothing to worry after now. Right?

His stare on Sylvando intensified. RIGHT??

"What do you do travel around the galaxy performing, being flamboyant, and saying cryptic things?"

"The galaxy? Honey, I think you''re overestimating what's possible on my world a teensey bit," he said. "Though I'd love the chance if I got it sometime."

"And I wasn't trying to be cryptic, really, I just didn't want to spoil the surprise. You don't jump right to the end of a good story, after all. But since you seem to want to know... I was the one who planned your wedding. And I must say you two make an absolutely adorable couple!"

We... We... WEDDING!?

Crowley stared, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose in utter disbelief.

"What? No! That can't have... He'd never... We aren't a... You made that up!"

Well, if Sylvando had had any doubt that Crowley genuinely didn't remember him, that reaction erased it. His expression was priceless and he found himself wishing he had a camera. Sadly, this world didn't seem to have such things, so he was left to merely commit the image to memory.

"I assure you, I'm not," he said. "There was a horse drawn carriage- pulled by one white horse and one black-, an absolutely adorable little flower girl- who you likely inspired to toss petals so that some of them blew into the faces of the guests in the back row-, and so much more. I even performed at the reception! And I couldn't forget a show like that."

It was a decidedly uncool expression and had he been thinking about it Crowley would have been glad that there hadn't been a camera around to memorialize it. What he would have loved to see is a picture of this alleged wedding! To hold it in his hand and have some kind of tangible proof would make it a good deal more believable.

"The flower girl thing does sound like something I would do, but the horses... It can't have been us. I would have driven us off in my Bentley. Nah! You are confused, from some odd elseworld... or lying."

He frowned, wondering why some guy he had just met would make up a lie like that. There wasn't a reason Crowley could think of for that unless this Sylvando just enjoyed causing trouble.

"Aziraphale isn't interested in me like that. We're friends. We only just admitted that to each other."

And Sylvando would be glad to provide, if he had such pictures. He knew that some had been taken, but alas, since no copies of any of them had been on his person when he was brought from the Kingdoms, they had all been left behind.

"Yes, I do remember you mentioning your Bently," he said. "Quite a few times, in fact. You seemed to be very fond of it. And while I'm sure that would have made a fabulous way to end the ceremony, a machine like that would have been just a teeny bit too big to fit through the magic mirror portal that brought us there, so you didn't have it at the time."

"As for him not seeing you like that though... well, the Aziraphale and Crowley I know started out claiming to be just friends too. But really darling, everyone could see it when you two were together. And who know? The two of you do have all the time in the world, after all."

Surf's up, School's out

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