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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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[alicereflection.livejournal.com]

Alice nodded slowly. "I believe that is what I just told you," she said. "First came the stories, then came Wonderland, then came the Looking-glass world. You are familiar with it, I take it? The giant chess game and the Jabberwocky?" Horrid thing, the Jabberwock. She liked the poem, though.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I read part of it. Seemed rather childish and ridiculous, though, so I don't think I finished it."

But he had liked the Jabberwocky poem...

"Don't you find it odd that you went to Wonderland only after someone you trusted told you that it existed?"

[alicereflection.livejournal.com]

"It's nonsense," Alice corrected. Something childish and ridiculous was refreshing in the age of morals.

She thought before answering, and did so slowly. "I suppose so," she conceded. "But no more so that visiting a place a friend has recommended. For example, have you ever been to Wales?"

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"No shit," he replied. "And you enjoy nonsense?" It was probably for the best that she didn't say 'the age of morals' out loud. Crowley would have only laughed derisively. He didn't think much of the Victorian era and was inordinately pleased to have slept through most of it. He blamed it entirely on Aziraphale's unbalanced influence.

"Yes, I've been to Wales. But so have other people. You're the only one who's been to Wonderland. How the hell did Dodgson know it was there?"

[alicereflection.livejournal.com]

Alice cocked her head to the side. "Shit?" she asked. Yet another new word. Which reminded her: she still had yet to learn what this 'fucking' thing was.

"Oh, of course!" she answered enthusiastically. "Nonsense is simple and entertaining and you are not expected to learn anything from it." Not that there was much too learn from nonsense. The Walrus and the Carpenter was hardly an educational piece.

She waved a hand in a manner she had learnt from Mr Fell. "I'm the only one known for going there," she said. There had been others. Poor, insane children (http://www.bunnysneezes.net/page235.html). "As for that, I'm not quite sure. He never named it Wonderland; it only received that name after the publication of my first book."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Bloody hell, you're impossible to curse in front of. Yes, shit. Excrement, faeces, defecation - any of this getting through?" He couldn't remember what they'd called it a hundred and some-odd years ago and Aziraphale would pretend he couldn't.

"I can imagine how learning things might be tiresome," said Crowley, stifling a smile at the familiar gesture. "Your book, huh? That's all right. It's a stupid name. No place is all that wondrous."