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ways_back_room2004-08-23 03:19 pm
indy-go.livejournal.com) wrote in ways_back_room2004-08-23 03:19 pm
Cunning Plans
Just after Tonks herself arrives in the bar, Crowley shows up, looking decidedly shifty with a sack of something, blue eyes, and white wings. Tonks and Kassandra, as well as George, are all understandably kerflummoxed. Tonks inquires as to why Crowley's playing dress-up, and Crowley continues to be shifty. Finally Tonks hits the nail on the head, and Crowley slips. Crowley doesn't want Tonks to help, at which point Tonks and 'Skandra both roll their eyes. Tonks is worried, and so is Crowley, but fortunately he's got friends in woodland places; Glorfindel arrives with the coat of mithril Crowley had asked for the night before, and wants to help Crowley in the fight, but Crowley, true to form, won't let him. Tonks is impressed with the mithril, and she and Crowley talk smithing.
Meanwhile, Sariel shows up again, much to the everlasting joy and rapture of Crowley and Tonks. Unphased, Sariel offers to help, but Crowley is not exactly interested. Tonks, who is lately far too snarky for her own good, also tells Sariel where she can get off, which results in a mute Tonks and a pissed-off Crowley and 'Skandra. Sariel removes the spell, but continues to poke Crowley about his plans, much to his annoyance. Meanwhile, 'Skandra goes all CIA and stabbinates. Crowley dismisses Sariel, who leaves, still insisting that she wants to help. Crowley remains unreceptive.
To wrap up the thread, Crowley ponders the idiocy of his mortal pals, who again tell him what's what. Crowley and Tonks get wibbly before discussing Crowley's collection, or lack thereof, of torture equipment, whilst Tonks and 'Skandra privately figure they've got Crowley pegged. At this point, everyone says goodnight, and the players are fangirled/fanboyed, which is very nice, indeed. :)
Also, I have to point out that Barbie stopped by for a brief moment somewhere in there, which cracked me up. Hee.
PSA: Not sure when I'll be in tonight, as I have to go to a department mixer for grad students and faculty, and get midly hit-upon by middle-aged professors. So. Here's hoping nothing overly plotty happens until I get in. *crosses fingers; makes puppy-eyes*
Meanwhile, Sariel shows up again, much to the everlasting joy and rapture of Crowley and Tonks. Unphased, Sariel offers to help, but Crowley is not exactly interested. Tonks, who is lately far too snarky for her own good, also tells Sariel where she can get off, which results in a mute Tonks and a pissed-off Crowley and 'Skandra. Sariel removes the spell, but continues to poke Crowley about his plans, much to his annoyance. Meanwhile, 'Skandra goes all CIA and stabbinates. Crowley dismisses Sariel, who leaves, still insisting that she wants to help. Crowley remains unreceptive.
To wrap up the thread, Crowley ponders the idiocy of his mortal pals, who again tell him what's what. Crowley and Tonks get wibbly before discussing Crowley's collection, or lack thereof, of torture equipment, whilst Tonks and 'Skandra privately figure they've got Crowley pegged. At this point, everyone says goodnight, and the players are fangirled/fanboyed, which is very nice, indeed. :)
Also, I have to point out that Barbie stopped by for a brief moment somewhere in there, which cracked me up. Hee.
PSA: Not sure when I'll be in tonight, as I have to go to a department mixer for grad students and faculty, and get midly hit-upon by middle-aged professors. So. Here's hoping nothing overly plotty happens until I get in. *crosses fingers; makes puppy-eyes*