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apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-01 08:38 am
demonicmiracle) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-01 08:38 am
(network) don't tell me you're too blind to see it
Who: Crowley
Username: killerqueen
Warnings: this is exactly what you think it is
[Sometimes a demon wakes up on April Fools and decides to be an asshole.]
Just found out some unbelievable shit about the ADI
You'll wanna watch this
Click here
Username: killerqueen
Warnings: this is exactly what you think it is
[Sometimes a demon wakes up on April Fools and decides to be an asshole.]
Just found out some unbelievable shit about the ADI
You'll wanna watch this
Click here
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[And so she will be. Mercy's got a full tray and is starting to eat her sandwich when she spots Crowley. She raises a hand to draw his attention.]
Hey there, Mr. Crowley! Awful nice meeting you. [She eyes him up and down before scooting her tray toward him. There are french fries, apple slices, and the other half of the sandwich she's eating.] You're welcome to share. Half the folk here are skinny as you like. Makes a body worry they ain't feeding you.
[Should Crowley go for the fries, he'll find they've been laced with an incredibly hot powder of some kind, the sort that makes your tongue burn after you've swallowed. If he takes the apple slices, he'll find they've been coated in something lip-puckeringly sour. Mercy's smile is absolutely friendly and innocent.]
cw: disordered eating
Which is how he ends up in the cafeteria with a cup of terrible coffee, taking a quick glance around to spot Mercy. She's easy to pick out of a crowd, at least, and he drops into the seat across from her.]
Miss Graves. [His eyebrows go up at the offered food, raising over the top of his glasses, although it's more at her comment than anything.] You can mostly blame society for that one. S'fashionable to be skinny.
[That isn't his excuse, he's been skinny his entire existence, and he hasn't had much chance to put on weight here between the stress and his general dislike of the concept of eating.]
But I'm alright, ta.
[Sorry Mercy :(
If there's anything he dislikes more than eating, it's eating in front of other people.]
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If you're sure? My eyes were bigger than my stomach, sorry to say.
[She pops the last of the sandwich into her mouth.]
And I don't like seeing food go to waste. You mind just a minute? [She moves to stand, spotting a native ADI employee she's spoken to before, and going over to offer him the remains of her lunch. He's more than eager to take the offering and heads off to his own seat while Mercy returns to hers.]
Juuuuuuust... one more minute. [She holds up a finger, looking around Crowley and waiting for- there it is. The fries. There's a beat of silence, then a 'grah!' sound as the man rushes over to the canteen's line and demands a bottle of milk. Mercy smirks.]
How'd you know I laced them? That's a good nose you got, Mr. Crowley.
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[There's a confused puppy sort of headtilt as Mercy gets up to hand her food off to someone else, but the pieces click into place once she's back and telling him to wait.
There's something wrong with the food. A guess that's confirmed a few seconds later as he laughs, watching the ADI employee go running for milk. What a wimp.]
C'mon, you're here talking about classic pranks. That was an obvious one.
[Bro he had no fucking idea, he's just playing along because it's funny.]
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I'll keep in mind I gotta be cleverer with you. Should've guessed for a man who knows his pranks. That's one I did plenty with my big brother when we were little. Always knew you couldn't trust food unless Mama or Papa put it down while you were watching. Even then, we'd make a game of it, trying to slip something in with anyone noticing.
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[Crowley might have a varied understanding of human existence, but he knows enough to know that siblings and pranks go together like bread and butter.
Not that the first human siblings were a good example of that.]
If we're talking classics, I've always been a fan of the Pythagoras cup. Though you might not have that one if you're not from Earth?
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Py-pythag- that's a fancy name for a cup I ain't never heard of. What's it do?
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[If he's repeating the name just for the sake of giving her a chance to hear the pronunciation again without making a fuss about it, no he isn't. Because that would be somewhat thoughtful and considerate and Crowley doesn't do either of those things.
What he will do is steal a napkin from Mercy and dig a pen out of his pocket so he can sketch a sideview of the cup, using it to demonstrate as he talks:]
The middle column is the important bit. If you keep it filled below a certain point, the wine won't reach high enough to drain out the bottom, so you can carry it around like any other cup, drink from it all night if you want. Or you hand it over to someone else, top it up for them so the wine goes over the top of the column, and you've created a siphon that drains the wine out the bottom and all over their nice chiton.
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[But she's grinning fiendishly.]
You seen one of them cups for sale anywhere? That'd be a right laugh to do at a party. Maybe have a few of them. See who's not being careful about pouring their liquor.
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You know, I've not thought to look, but I reckon you can get just about anything on the internet these days. Or we find a pottery wheel and I'll see if I remember how to make a cup.
[Six thousand years of existence leads to an eclectic collection of hobbies.]
apologies for vanishing! deep in NPC tags for the event (happy to handwave if this is too old)