2: Torturing plants is a personal hobby

[scaresplants]

[The SFC comes on, and the first thing you see are a row of potted plants standing on a desk. And they are gorgeous. Their leaves are a bright verdant green, and just looking at them could bring up thoughts of a magnificent forest. Some of them are even flowering, and the flowers are delicate and perfect in any way]

[For a while, no one pops up on screen, although you can hear someone cheerfully whistling "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen in the background. Then, it stops, and Crowley comes on screen, looking rather chipper.]

Oh, yeah. Almost forgot. Does anyone know where I can find a plant mister? You know, one of those spray bottle things that can spray water. I've checked around, but all they seem to have are those large watering cans that really serve no purpose at all.

Thanks again. [He gives a curt wave, and walks off the screen, starting to whistle again. Torturing plants helps him keep his mind off of things.]

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[guiltyguitar.livejournal.com]

Haha, I think she's trying. Whatever happened, she's still a little young, ja? Waking up in a place like this from where she'd come from... I guess it's the prosecutor in me, but I want to know someone isn't after her, or something, you know? Her clothing was pretty bad, so I sacrificed my coat for her. It was a worthy cause.

[ Wait wait back up: TARTAN? Oh man, he seems shocked. Sincerely shocked. If Klavier ever met Aziraphale... he'd probably pick the angel up and immediately try to accomplish what no person has ever dared to do: update his fashion sense. And maybe music sense. He's a determined guy, if nothing else, and knows not what 'giving up a lost cause' means at times. ]

... Mein gott, I correct myself: you've got a serious crisis on your hands.

[scaresplants.livejournal.com]

True, true. She wouldn't be expected to be used to all of this stuff. He-, heck, I don't think anyone would be used to waking up in another place. [The demon grins even wider.] Giving your clothes to the ladies? Why, don't you sound like the generous man.

[It's best to give up while you can. Trying to update Aziraphale's fashion sense is like trying to wrangle a whale, dress it up in a suit, and force it to sing opera tunes in the Sydney Opera House. Even the demon here can't really go and do that.]

Yes, I do. I've been telling him for years that he needs to do something, and yet he never does.

[guiltyguitar.livejournal.com]

Well, unless you're used to frequent abductions? I'd have to agree. But I'm reluctant to interro--ah, pardon me, ask her... that's just not my style. Maybe you can get something out of her about what happened to her? I just want to make sure if someone wants to hurt her, I'll know about it. Maybe be able to do something, ja?

[ Heh, just going to smile. It's a man's sworn duty to uphold chivalrous stuff. This is more for the benefit of going out with older women, but his brother's sense of justice and duty (despite him being a serial killing maniac but he doesn't KNOW that, not totally), and all... kind of stuck with him. ]

Hm... perhaps I should help. Prosecutors are meant to be persuasive, anyway; it's my job. In fact, I'm of the opinion it's anyone's duty to correct such an egregious error. Besides, I've managed the impossible quite often~

[scaresplants.livejournal.com]

[Crowley shrugs.] Sure, I'll try, if you really want to know. She seems comfortable around me- I could go ahead and ask her when she isn't expecting it.

[Crowley pauses, and then bursts out laughing.] Really? Well, then, maybe you can go and divide by zero, then, because that's actually more easier and possible than trying to update that guy's fashion sense. I'm being serious. I don't doubt your skills as a prosectuor, it's just that it's impossible for anyone to go and correct him. And I mean anyone.

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[guiltyguitar.livejournal.com]

Ah, danke. I guess you can sort of call it instinct. I can't let odd things go unnoticed, they just bother me until I can figure out what to do about them...

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[guiltyguitar.livejournal.com]

[ And on the fashion note? Klavier is UTTERLY UNDETERRED. In fact, out of habit, that earns you a rockjection Objection. ]

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[guiltyguitar.livejournal.com]

Well, we'll see about THAT. I'm taking this as a personal challenge, then. Though in my free time, I'll work on dividing some zeros for you, if it'll prove entertaining~

[ Persuasion should work~! Liiiike dragging the guy out and forcing him to try on clothes! /o/ He's done it to Apollo before. And he'll do it to anyone. Bold isn't even the word for him. Neither is "stubborn", "stupid", or "brick wall". ]

[scaresplants.livejournal.com]

[Crowley chuckles, evidently very amused by all the finger-pointing and reckless persuasion.]

Okay, fine, fine, you can try. But, I'm warning you, he'll take it like a duck to bank accounting.

[A pause.]

By the way, what's your name, mister prosecutor?

[guiltyguitar.livejournal.com]

I take it you've never heard of Scrooge McDuck, then~?

[ Yes, yes, he knows, but he couldn't resist pointing it out--he just had to, since Crowley brought it up. Anyway, have an energetic thumbs-up, Crowley. ] Anyway, if you think that's going to deter me, it really isn't~ I'LL be happy to be the first.

... And it's Klavier. Klavier Gavin. Nice to meet you.

[scaresplants.livejournal.com]

Oh no, I have, but that was a perfectly fictional duck, if I remember correctly.

[Crowley shakes his head, trying to keep from laughing.] I'll go and tell him then, and then we'll see if your determination is really enough to face the travesty that is my friend's fashion sense.

Nice to meet you, Piano Man. Name's Crowley.

[guiltyguitar.livejournal.com]

[ Klavier is nothing if not determined. So what if it's fictional? He was just begging to have it said, really. ]

Well, I don't think we need a nuclear meltdown from radioactive bad fashion. I've heard it's absolutely deadly. I'll be glad to.

[ ... Oh ha ha the Piano thing. Like he hasn't heard THAT one before. ]