IC CONTACT - DRIFT FLEET

[onlyanapple]

Hi, this is Anthony Crowley. Uh, I’m probably not in right now, or asleep, and busy, or something, but leave a message after the tone and I’ll get right back to you. Ciao. BeeeEEeeeEEeee.



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FROM: SUBJECT: FIE did you hear about the guy... FIE the past, the present, and the future walk into a bar... it was tense FIE did you know babies are cooked at womb temperature? JAYDEN Happy dawning WOLFE Ten months late for work FIE You're doing a grape job with your bar. FIE Your decor remains fruitiful. FIE You have a bluetiful establishment. FIE Thank blue for the service. ALLEN Okay Castiel's been in the fleet several days and you haven't turned up in my quarters drunk... ANDERS I just wanted you to know that you've ruined my happy home life. ALLEN Crowley ALLEN Crowley I have some really good news!! ALLEN I got a bottle of Varric's newest product NANAKO Crowley I hope you've been doing ok! FELIX This planet is miserable ALEX PRESENT COMBO BREAKER INO Meet me at Allen's room -- ALLEN Ino's birthday is the 23rd INO So not only did I get Allen TWO different dates that he ENJOYED... ALLEN I haven't seen any magazines appear in my room lately. INO Alright, I need you to help me with something. ALLEN Who's Adam? INO Alright, you win. We're dating. ALLEN You're okay, right? INO You are SO dead the next time I see you ALLEN CROWLEY I THINK INO'S FOUND ANOTHER GUY

TO: SUBJECT: SAM Got something I need you to do for me. NAMI Sam's in the garden and he's being weird ALLEN ACTION TEK ACTION INO Okay so Sudden pop quiz question ALLEN You've been on two whole dates now and haven't even reported back to me once. INO Someone stole your face

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Comments

Action; early Jan

[wolfehawke]

((While this is happening.))

[Adalwolfe hasn't stepped foot inside of Malum since he arrived back in the fleet several months ago but considering what's happening across the damn ship, he's in need of a completely ridiculous amount of alcohol and an atmosphere that doesn't remind him of Thedas at all, something the Space Bar does based on its originator. So here he is, stalking in with such a dour look that it might make the flowers on the tables whither in his presence; if there were flowers, anyway.

He drops himself into a stool at the bar and all but faceplants on its surface, not even checking to see who the serving bartender even is tonight. He just taps the bartop in the way he's seen some others do when he worked here that means "a drink good sir and make it strong enough for me to forget my own name."]

Action forever

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley comes to the age-old barkeep summons with all the nonchalance of someone who has seen everything and feels unsurprising by anything. Which is...generally the case with Crowley, but he's rather trying to make a point.

He idly starts making a drink for Wolfe, he doesn't need to ask what, he can guess. He places the drink on the bar with a soft clunk.]

You're ten months late for work.

[wolfehawke]

[At that, Wolfe doesn't even look up, instead raising one hand with middle finger extended right at sunglasses level as he gropes for the glass with his other hand. After a few tries he finally gets a grip on it and then, and only then, does his sit up and down the glass in one long pull regardless of what's in it.

Oh thank the Maker. Blessed alcohol.]

A coma, a meteor, and almost being eaten by cannibals about excuses me, don't you think?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley huff out a laugh at the gesture, leaning on the bar. ]

I suppose those count as extenuating circumstances. Given everything. It's not like I gave your job to anyone else, after all.

[wolfehawke]

You still want me to work here?

[After being gone that long? Andraste's tits, Crowley must be hard up for help.

He glances toward the door, attention sliding to what's happening in the gardens at this very moment, what could happen...]

I'll have to think about it. Right now is... not the best time.

[onlyanapple]

Eh. You showed up for work and you didn't set anything on fire. You're good enough.

[Hr arches a brow, a smirk crossing his lips faintly. ]

Hmmm. I did notice, what with the body language and all. I'm assuming this is some sort of Thedas-related drama. You lot are good at that.

[wolfehawke]

[That'll be on his grave marker, he's pretty sure. "Good enough".]

Oh the best. Explains why Atroma adores us so much.

[He props his chin on his hand and goes back to his cup, realizes its empty, and pouts into it before sliding it back to Crowley.]

I just hope you don't get to meet one of your demonic cousins from my world today.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley grimaces. ]

To be perfectly frank, I generally hope I don't meet any other demons full stop-regardless of the world. I don't really get along with other demons.

[wolfehawke]

I can believe that.

[You're a garbage demon, Crowley.]

[onlyanapple]

[He was also a garbage angel. Generally garbage, honestly. ]

Wow, don't even try to soften the blow. Thanks.

[wolfehawke]

[He snorts.]

Oh, I apologize, let me try again.

[He shifts, positioning himself with his full, rapt attention on Crowley in that way of strangely supportive but still judgmental noblewomen everywhere.]

However could that be the case, serrah Crowley? You're simply a delight.

[onlyanapple]

[You know, he'll take it. ]

That's better. Was that so difficult?

[wolfehawke]

I can be a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, you know us mortals.

[He rattles his exceedingly empty glass at 'slow on the uptake'.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley laughs, grabbing some more booze to fill that glass, because of course he would.]

I don't know about that, you're not all THAT bad.

[wolfehawke]

Clearly you love us, otherwise why spend time with us?

[He nods in thanks for the drink and takes a gulp, glad for the burn.]

[onlyanapple]

Perhaps I do it for the entertainment value?

[No. It's because he loves them. ]

[wolfehawke]

[Wolfe gives that probably more serious thought than it warrants.]

You must find us all incredibly entertaining then to put up with the rest of it.

[onlyanapple]

Oh yes, you're all very entertaining. It's fascinating to watch you scurrying about, living your short lives. Being as unpredictable as a slightly wonky spinning top.

[wolfehawke]

Must be difficult though. Demons live quite a bit longer than mortals, don't they?

[onlyanapple]

That's quite the understatement, but yes, we do. Quite a bit longer.

[wolfehawke]

I guess you're a demon though, right? Can you grant super long life for a deal or something? Or is that not something demons can do?

[onlyanapple]

You guess I'm a demon? And no, that's not something we can do. It's something we have, not something we can give out like sweets.

[wolfehawke]

Do you always have to critique the way people phrase things?

[He grumps at Crowley slightly, but then rolls right on with the conversation.]

That's not what I've heard demons whispering in the past. Eternal life for the price of a ride in your body. Just a little one. Makes more sense if they can't deliver though, considering the poor mage sod would never get the body back anyhow.

[onlyanapple]

Sometimes, if I'm of the mood.

[Which can change like the breeze.]

Huh, that does sound like a skeevy bullshit line. I mean, if I possessed someone, they're still be in there, I could just take over, push them to the back. It wouldn't be a very pleasant way to live for either party. It's much easier to just get an empty body and go from there.