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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Bored, the demon walked over to the lake to see who was around...


((Crowley really, really wants to do some bastardly things to people. If you'd like him to do something nasty to your character, leave me an OOC note in your reply, otherwise he'll be good. Marginally. No promises, really...))

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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley, nearly doubled up with laughter by this point, was wondering if Skaffen-Amtiskaw could hover fast enough to avoid the rather improbable tidal wave that had risen from the lake and was pursuing the drone.

[skaffenamtiskaw]

Danger: large mass moving towards self at speed.

Astonished, the drone picked up speed, trying to outfly the tidal wave, while at the same time trying to figure out how in all the universe this was even happening. Its general sense of antipathy towards the powers behind the park was growing by the millisecond.

Drones can manage a pretty remarkable turn of speed, and Skaffen-Amtiskaw was hauling case with all the urgency of a Special Circumstances drone under attack. It briefly thought to wonder what would happen when the wave hit land.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

He half considered stopping the wave at the shore in a highly unnatural way, but figured that any destruction it left would be both amusing and probably repaired the next day, so Crowley let it go on its merry way, following the drone - even around corners, toppling small food carts, and crashing against buildings as it traveled significantly further than it should have been able to before finally fading to flood the area.

It's a miracle! Unfortunately, not all miracles are good...

[skaffenamtiskaw]

Skaffen-Amtiskaw had managed to stay just out of reach of the wave's leading edge, but in a final insult to its dignity, it was not fast enough to dodge a cart knocked over by the waters. It was unhurt, but its annoyance was only compounded. It paused, surveying the destruction with no small amount of dismay and bewilderment.

Getting dunked into a fountain was one thing, but being chased by a tidal wave ... that was not on. Particularly since it was blatantly impossible and therefore must be ... Even in its thoughts, the drone could not form the word magic.

The drone hated this park. Hated it with a bloody passion.

Sulking, its aura opaque silver, it skulked away (insofar as a suitcase-sized hovering object can skulk).

Time to find something on which to inflict lots and lots of gratuitous destruction.

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

(I'm sorry, I had to. Small joys and all that. After all, I've been nothing but mean to him lately. Up to Crowley whether or not he notices Fett. ^_^)

Boba Fett had been doing his daily routine surveilance, coming up with nothing very interesting as usual. Had he known the day was going to take such an alarming turn toward interesting, he might have bothered looking for an umbrella.

There seemed to be something happening over by the fountain. A young man had walked off in what appeared to be embarrassment and sadness. Fett was not at all surprised to find Crowley in the nearby vicinity. However, he did wonder what would happen now that the drone had shown up. Fett stayed far back for the time being; he had no desire to enter into a conflict, and that would undoubtedly happen if he came close enough to the defective thing.

It seemed to be happening anyway. After the second splash, Fett moved closer, intent on puzzling it out. It made no sense for the park to be in control of this. Stylistically, the action was off. Something else was going on here, and he did not like any of the options he was coming up with.

However, seeing the drone tossed into the air by a powerful jet of water was certainly not without humor, even to someone like him. Fett paused, watching the action taking place at the lake in silence, carefully observing the details and recording everything in sight. When the wave came up, he was glad for not having closed the distance too quickly, back far enough that he would not receive the brunt of force that such a wave could deliver.

Once the wave was done, the drone dispersed and likely quite irritated, Fett walked into the flooded area, past upturned carts and floating paper cups. A duck paddled along not too far from where he stood, and there was a sound amid the splashing. It might have been a snort or a rough laugh. It might have been nothing. Either way, Fett would say nothing of it.

[skaffenamtiskaw]

((XD!))

[astronutty.livejournal.com]

"I'll be sure not to," Harvey returned. "It sounds like you wouldn't get along." Harvey smiled at John. "No offense, but I don't think you're his type."

"Oh, I'm used to being in everyone's shadow," said Harvey cheerfully. "Besides, doesn't heroism usually get you killed?"

[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

Katou was wet. Mostly because he had been watching a giant tidal wave chasing a robot and not watching where he was going, and had tripped and fallen into the water. He wasn't about to admit to it being his fault, because he probably would have been a little wet without the trip. He didn't really like being wet, and he was kind of grumpy, though significantly less so when he saw Crowley.

"I hate this fucking park," he muttered, walking up to Crowely and wringing out his shirt.

((XDD If Crowley feels like giving Katou a hard time, have at 'er.))

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Are you kidding?" Crowley boggled. "Haven't you ever watched television? The red shirts are always the first ones to bite it. Expendable, see."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Crowley grinned, "it's growing on me..."

[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

Katou snorted, wishing he had a water balloon or something. "Yeah, well you're a bastard." There was a bit of a pause, and then he hugged Crowley tightly. If he didn't get him wet, he wanted him at least damp...ish.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah," Crowley agreed, before protesting. "Hey! You'll wrinkle my Armani." But an arm curled around the boy's shoulders. The demon would dry rather more quickly than usual, anyway.

[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

Katou's grip loosened a little, and he leaned against Crowley a little more. "Too bad," he said. "The rest of us've gotta put up with wrinkled clothes, so do you."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

He snorted. "You don't understand. It's Armani. No one is allowed to wear wrinkled Armani. Fortunately, I have a magic weapon to stay neat."

[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

Katou snorted. "Oh, and what's that? You hiding a washer machine and an iron away from the rest of us?" Not that Katou would ever use an iron, but it would be nice not to need to wash his clothes in the lake.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

An eyebrow raise. "How'd you find out? Well, I'm not sharing. It's my iron from my club and no one else gets to use it."

[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

Katou snorted. "I wouldn't wanna share anyway. Do I look like the type of guy who'd wanna iron his tee-shirt and jeans?" Reluctantly, he pulled away from Crowley, realizing that they were right out in the open and someone might see. He straightened up Crowley's jacket as best as he could. "There, good as knew."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"I think it was for the tablecloths," he murmured. Crowley looked down. "Well, if you can ignore the damp spots and how you pulled it crooked..." But his tone was affectionate.

[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

"Why the fuck would anyone iron tableclothes?" Katou asked. He gave Crowley a bit of a glare. "You'd better ignore it," he said. "I already said that it was as good as new, so it is."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"So you don't have wrinkled tablecloths," said Crowley with annoying logic. "It's a five star restaurant and those are 100% cotton. What else would you do?"

The demon waved his hands dramatically. "And as Katou says, so shall it be!"

[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

"Who really cares if you have wrinkled tableclothes?" Katou asked. "Five-star restaurant or not, it's still in Disneyland. I'd leave 'em be and let the people suffer through a wrinkle or two. It ain't like it's gonna kill them none."

He laughed at that. "So, didja see what caused the flood? Did we have a freak tsunami?"

[astronutty.livejournal.com]

"Ah, but what purpose do they ever serve?" Harvey smiled cheerfully. It wasn't pretty. "If I'm going to have people killed on my account, I'd prefer that they at least did my will or something. At least they'd feel useful."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"They have the purpose of dying instead of you, the hero. I'd say that's pretty damn important. It's definitely useful."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"If I'm paying ninety quid for dinner, I care if there's wrinkled tablecloths. And they're cotton. It's not just going to be a stray wrinkle here or there. Whatever. Means I have an iron," said Crowley. That ought to help explain why he always looked put together, even when others were bathing and washing their clothes in the lake.

He shrugged. "Looked like the park was messing with that robot thing. Kept shooting water at it. Weirdest thing. Funny as hell, though."

[katou-moon.livejournal.com]

Katou laughed. "Okay, okay. What's a quid?"

He looked over at the lake and couldn't help grinning a little, even if he did like Ska somewhat. "Damn, wish I coulda seen," he said.