diatu | Surf's up, School's out

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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He didn't really know what else to tell him, what other advice to give. He had never been good at giving advice to begin with and in this situation-- what did he know about an eternal being. Hell, what did he even know about himself?

"You'll come through when you need to." This said with too much fondness that he couldn't quite rope back. He only hoped that the fact that he wasn't looking at An-- C-- the other that it sounded distracted rather than fond. They were at the gates of the school now and Alec hesitated, then said:

"I'm going to get a drink." It wasn't exactly an invitation but it wasn't not an invitation either.

If it had been Aziraphale saying that he would have been glowing. So Alec was regarded with still more suspicion... until the idea of a drink was floated. Then all concerns dissolved like the fruity syrup they pour into mixed drinks!

"I could really use a drink. A whole bottle or twelve!"

Was that an invite or not? Didn't matter Crowley wasn't above inviting himself.

"I have heard there is a bar in town. Not sure of the name, but shouldn't be too hard to find it."

He can practically feel the distrust and it stings more and frustrates him as much as it hurts. He should be used to this. He needs to get used to this, so that the hurt is just the same thing as going in front of the press or wearing a stiff suit, it's uncomfortable but he's numb to it. That was the best feeling really.

"Let's look for it then. You can pay for a round and I'll catch you up." Not that he would drink anything but he couldn't help but feel it would pull away a bit from the family dynamic that was never theirs to begin with.

He could pay for a round, could he? Come to think of it what did the locals use for money? Crowley had never thought to ask as money had never been much of a concern for him. Oh well, he would play it by ear and whether they ended up paying for their drinks or finding some clever way out of it would be left up to how understanding the bartender was.

"You never did give me a name."

He spoke conversationally as they headed away from the bloody school and into the oddly tiered town.

"If I'm buying I ought to know who I'm buying for."

What name should he even give? Not Hardy. Not Alec. Neither seemed right somehow. The first too distant, the second too intimate. For a minute he thought of calling himself Anthony, but that would only raise more questions.

"Wright." Which was close enough between the two. "But you really don't have to call me anything. Beyond this we don't need to know one another."

Crowley smirked as soon as the name was given.

"So I'm about to have a drink with Mr. Wright?"

It was too funny not to have a little laugh about though he did wonder what Aziraphale would make of the joke.

"And a man of mystery. I can respect that but I don't mind telling you my name. It's Crowley."

"Ugh no! Not that name. Not-- not like that! Christ, why did you have to make it... No. Fine. Call me Alec. Just Alec. I don't care. Just don't make jokes like that. I can't--" He let out a sharp breath. "I'm not a man of mystery I'm a man with a short temper and not a lot of time for anything, let alone this meaningless horseshit that we've been shoved into, but why, not, what the hell not, why not just screw everything up again? Why not just add to the existential crises. It's fine. I can handle it. Maybe I won't even have to. But if you make a joke like that again I will twist your nose off and feed it to the Kettle Man." H

He shook his head, stalking ahead a bit, clutching the books against his chest. Why did it always have to get bloody worse?

He walked in silence next to Wright, nay, Alec... observing and quietly trying to assess this sudden animation as Alec reacted like his entire world had just been set on fire. Crowley admitted it was a cliché joke but warranting this sort of soliloquy? That he wasn't at all sure about. It spoke of some of those hidden mysterious things that he was now being told weren't mysteries but were instead temper, horseshit, and...

"Kettle man? Does he eat noses?"

"No...forget it." He sighed. He didn't want to explain it. He didn't want to touch it. He wished he'd never brought it up. Typical. "Where the hell are we going. Find somewhere so I can put these damned books down."

"Forgotten."

Only it wasn't really. It was stored away in his mental filing cabinet along with all the other weird or out of place things Alec had said.

The damned books had two locations where they might find themselves a place to rest, one was The Night Shift where all the working stiffs went to grab a brew after hours and the other was the more upscale Golden Heron which after centuries of dining with an angel with standards Crowley gravitated towards. He picked out a booth which say along the wall away from the large front windows and ordered a bottle of red for himself, not that Alec couldn't have some... but Crowley was planning of getting very drunk indeed.

"With all those books what do they have you studying?"

He could have just looked at the titles but... lazy.

"I'm studying everything. All I can. Might as well." He set his books down and stretched the kinks out of his arms. For the drink he ordered a seltzer water without the carbonation. Wine was a bad idea until he settled and even worse in the long run though he was beginning to wonder if it mattered. Anyway it was the cheapest thing on the menu.

"I wonder if it will stay with me...wherever I turn up next." He didn't know what he wanted the answer to be.

"How studious."

Aziraphale would adore him.... and he was a cheap date. Which for the new delinquent student on a budget was alright by Crowley. Maybe he had a wine allergy or that whole heart attack thing, though some thought wine was good for heart health. Crowley could put that to the test as he was planning to drink copious amounts of the stuff!

"You've been world hopping? I know some one else who has been. Apparently he has even met me in a few of them..."

"I wouldn't doubt it. And I wouldn't call it hopping, more been dragged without so much as a question from one place to another. I'm not even sure where I came from." Though that was a story for a different day.

On the other hand, maybe it didn't have to be.

"When you have so many lives, how do you figure out who you are?"

"That a riddle?"

Crowley considering it as his wine was delivered but didn't bother offering any sort of answer until he had drunk a cup full of the stuff.

"If humans are made up from their life experiences then you would be all of them."

"Thanks that clears it up." He turned his cup around and around, staring into the water. He didn't really expect good answers, but he'd hoped for them. Maybe there were no answers.

"What do you consider those other versions of you?"

Crowley had found that answers were always few and far between. You could ask a question until you were blue in the face but the answers were always, that dreaded word... ineffable.

"I never really thought of them at all until recently. Alternate universes with alternate Crowley's in them. it would be fun to get them all together, have a big 'come as Crowley' party."

"But they wouldn't be you." It was said as a statement, but meant as a question. He knew they wouldn't be him. Had never been him. The ones on the outside were the ones on the outside which meant that his cousin was effectively dead or written out of existence and that hit like a fist to the gut which he was furiously going to ignore.

He had left him -- or something like him-- mad and covered with blood. Maybe he was still there or maybe he had never been there at all.

"It doesn't matter. I think Fell would enjoy that too."

His wine glass was slammed on the table causing the liquid inside it to splash menacingly across the wood. It was a waste of a good wine but Alec had just done it again, said something that indicated he was already familiar with one or perhaps even both of them.

"What is that shit? Are you saying you met Aziraphale before? Is that what all this has been about, you met some version of me on one of these other worlds?"

"Something like that. We weren't friends. We didn't even associate really." It was a lie and one he hoped Fell didn't contradict. Hopefully Fell wouldn't try to interfere at all.

"But I know Fell cares about you a great deal, so it's important to look after you." A light shrug. "He's a friend. Sort of."

"I've never needed looking after."

Which wasn't true at all but Crowley at least felt this wasn't a lie. He looked out for himself.

"But if you and Aziraphale are friends..."

Then Crowley would look after Alec.

"Why not say so earlier? Aziraphale can have any sort of friends he wants."

"Who cares if you need it or not? It's important to him regardless. And we're only sort of friends. Sort of> I wouldn't even call us friends. More acquaintances. Half the reason he even noticed me to begin with is because of our...similarities. Anyway I didn't say because it's not important. Don't worry about it." He took a sip of water and wrinkled his nose.

"They added something to this."

"Maybe you are only friends on the weekends."

So they were both now looking out for each other because it was important to Aziraphale?That seemed a very clever angelic ploy to him! The sneaky bastard!

"Bubbles. Yeah, they surprised me the first time I tried it too back in 1767."

"I didn't want it carbonated. No one ever listens." He wrinkles his nose and decides to completely avoid the first statement by changing the topic of conversation.

"Do you still plan to stick around forever instead of going back to wherever it is you came from?"

"Earth."

Crowley returned to sipping his wine as only a demon could, by downing half of the glass.

"I don't have any solid plans. I might stick around, I might not. I haven't seen much of this place yet."

And there was always Alpha Centauri.

"Were you planning on sticking around or flying back to... wherever it is you came from? Venus?"

Alec wasn't sure which answer he'd have preferred Crowley to give, but maybe it was better this way. Things were always changing so he should never get too comfortable with one idea or another. If he was always prepared to lose, he'd never be surprised when he did.

"I'm not sure where I come from. I don't usually have much choice, it seems, where I go." So he had no answer to that question really. "I've just come to accept it." He was tempted to try a little wine but then that would not end well and there was enough going on.

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