EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ OXYGEN GARDENS

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CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Camping.
SUMMARY: Hanging out in camp, discussing pirates, etc.
NOTES: Open to all!

Camping may not be an expected activity on a spaceship, but the gardens are large and have clear, grassy areas for people to gather together. You can help set up tents, inventory supplies or guard the perimeter — just keep an eye out for any strange faces trying to sneak in...

Comments

Crowley ~ Open.

[integrity]

[The last time Crowley went camping, he was a homeless alcoholic somewhere in Scotland that was only "camping" because he couldn't afford a house.

Crowley, now, is no longer that pathetic excuse for a human being, and is instead surveying the surrounding refugees and campers with a special sort of disdain, because this

is

disgusting.

He's really only here out of morbid curiosity and a total lack of interest in fighting pirates for food and belongings that he doesn't really need. Instead, the demon King is walking around to see what everyone else is doing.

He also may or may not be playing fetch with his dog in a completely discreet manner, which involves flicking his fingers and tossing a stick with telekinesis across the way, so if your tent suddenly falls over thanks to a massive invisible force, that would definitely be Crowley being something of a dick to the poor helpless members of the Tranquility.

Serves them all right for cramping his style.]

couldn't resist

[onsilksheets]

[It was a while before Bela decided to go to the Oxygen Gardens to see who else was there as well as to gather some supplies. She had no intentions of remaining there for too long because she believed that the pirates would realise where everyone was and head to the gardens in order to take a few hostages or possibly kill them. Bela didn't believe that they meant no harm.

Bela still had her gun and bag (with her cat in it) on her person as she entered the gardens, glancing around carefully and moving just as quietly like she did in the hallways of the ship. No one familiar just yet, much to her annoyance. She ventured further into the area, her gun held tightly in her right hand and ready to use if necessary.

That was when she spotted Crowley, inwardly cursing herself for coming here in the first place. Perhaps it was inevitable that they would meet in person sometime, it just had to be at a time of crisis didn't it?

She'll just stay out of his sight as much as possible.]

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[integrity]

[Bela Talbot can't hide from Crowley for long.

Though the demon isn't particularly interested in the thief today, wandering lazily after his dog, casually surveying the surroundings with something of a bored look before he accepts the stick from his dog's teeth to toss it again.

Still, he can't quite ignore that she's there, and he speaks, though he doesn't look over at her.]

Lovely day.

[onsilksheets]

[He's so casual about it. As if nothing was going on around them and they were just two strangers passing each other in a park.]

I'm not so sure I'd agree with that.

[Unlike him, she's watching everything that he does and the obvious presence of the Hellhound unnerves Bela-for a good reason of course. She feared that he would set the beast on her for fun, ending her life before it was supposed to pass.]

[integrity]

Relax a few hairs, will you?

[Crowley says it dismissively as he watches Growley roll over, chewing on the stick with an absurd amount of care. She doesn't want it to snap in half, as it were.]

I'm not in the habit of running around snipping threads of life before they're due to pass, I have the slightest shred of integrity. Besides, random massacres aren't necessarily my style. So --

[Crowley glances over at her, arching his eyebrows.]

Enjoy the day for half a moment, will you?

[onsilksheets]

[Relaxing was difficult for Bela when pirates were invading the ship and she was in the vicinity of a Hellhound and the demon whom she owed a Colt to. She was anything but relaxed at the moment.]

A demon with integrity. Now there's a novel concept. [She'll settle for snark instead.] There's nothing to enjoy about this day or any other day aboard this ship so your suggestion is falling on deaf ears, Crowley.

[Bela finally meets his gaze, lips curled into a smirk to hide her discomfort.]

Why are you here, anyway? Shouldn't you be sitting down in a comfy chair with a glass of scotch and planning to undo Dean and his angel friend?

[integrity]

[Crowley ignores the first bit, because he doesn't want to go into how different or unusual he is with Miss Talbot.

He will, however, happily discuss his favorite things.]

Castiel and Dean will come find me when they want to deal with me. And I ran out of scotch.

[Which is true, unfortunately.]

[onsilksheets]

Ah, so they've let you alone, have they? [Interesting. Dean had told her that he wouldn't make a move against Crowley until he did something. Well, she asked him.]

I've run out of scotch too so I'm afraid I can't offer you any.

[Like she would.]

[integrity]

For the most part.

[Castiel sort of threatened to kill him but backed down once Crowley told him off. But Crowley sees no need to share that with Bela, instead making a slight face at the lack of scotch.]

Pity.

[onsilksheets]

It is a real shame. The scotch I did have was really rather good.

[Took the edge off when she was feeling down, almost at the point of giving up. But she had managed to find something good for herself eventually.]

Have a look around the kitchens. You may unearth something decent.

[tumbleweeds]

[ The problem with playing fetch is that sometimes, other dogs notice. Sometimes those dogs want to join in. Howly... is definitely one of those dogs.

On one of the stick flings, the younger hellhound is suddenly scrambling for it, kicking up dirt. There's no way he's going to reach it before Growley does, but he is at least a bit... slimmer... than he used to be, and certainly has a healthy attitude for chasing things.

He also looks at Crowley and promptly whines like a giant baby for not having a stick for him, loudly enough that Jaye looks over from her spot up in one of the trees and promptly covers her face with her hands. ]

[integrity]

[Crowley stares at the dog for a long moment, almost incredulous at being demanded to throw a stick -- but Growley has already brought back the stick he has thrown and Crowley really doesn't have anything better to do, so he sighs and tosses it again with a flick of his fingers.

But only one. The dogs can fight for it.]

Don't kill one another.

[Somewhat mildly.]

[tumbleweeds]

[ Yeah, not killing each other would be great. As far as Jaye's seen (well, "seen"), the two dogs get along... but there was also never a stick involved before. Either way, Howly's tearing off after the stick, and Jaye's sliding out of the tree and walking over to Crowley with her hands in her pockets. ]

That'd be a sight, for everyone who can't actually see them.

[ Watching Howly do anything is a sight when she can't actually see him. ]

[integrity]

Watch.

[It's said lazily, as Crowley surveys the scene before him. And when he belatedly realizes that Jaye may not see it immediately, he gestures toward the ground.

There is only one set of pawprints after the stick.

As Growley is laying down next to Crowley, watching with great interest, because she is not fighting a much younger Hellhound for a stick.]

[tumbleweeds]

[ Jaye starts to laugh as soon as she realizes what's going on, one hand over her mouth to muffle it. Howly certainly doesn't seem bothered, either by her laughter or by the fact that he didn't have to fight for the stick; he's grabbed it and is insisting on trying to murder it rather than bring it back right away.

Little brat. Jaye doesn't call for him, waiting instead to see if Crowley will and stepping over to offer Growley her hand. ]

[integrity]

[Growley snuffles Jaye's hand experimentally before licking it in greeting, woofing softly. And while Crowley doesn't call for the younger hound, he does look at Growley's reaction with some curiosity, and he decides to talk about...

something totally unrelated to the dogs.]

Have you run into the pirates?

[tumbleweeds]

Nah.

[ Jaye's smiling down at Growley, moving her other hand to feel out her ears and then settle in for scritches. Howly can keep murdering the stick until he realizes everyone else is getting attention. ]

I've been stuck here making sure no one's a fucking idiot. Talked to one on the network, but he's pretty sure we're all crazy.