paradisa | -72- Waiting For The Sun

[people are freaking out all over, she's heard maybe something about an evacuation, everything just seems wrong today... but Faye's got this totally under control.

Totally.

She's sitting on the front steps because she wants to, and not because being in the dark and spooky castle is freaking her out or anything. Just ignore the impressive pile of cigarette corpses at her feet, and the way she looks just a little bit haggard. Ignore the bandaid on her knee, too.

Today has been going just fine, okay? She's not nervous, and she's certainly not thinking of all the horrific things that tend to happen when Paradisa's sky goes dark and bad vibes fill the air. Not at all.]

Y'know... this no-sun thing really isn't so bad, once you get used to it. [she sounds convincing, doesn't she?] It's a change of pace. It's ...something new.

[she stamps out the nub of her latest cigarette just before the filter starts to burn, and then immediately fumbles to light a new one, because--hey, it's really goddamn dark out here.

...but, of course, now is when her lighter decides not to cooperate. The flick-flick-flick sound travels over the journal, followed closely by a high-strung growl] --Come on!

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Sure it does, sometimes. Remember that one Halloween? Starts out just a little bit spooky, all the lights go out... and by the end of the week, there are zombies everywhere and a giant spider on the lawn.

...Okay, point.

...

Come to think of it the space zombie thing started out like this...

See??

[she's not going to mention the spooky eclipse that kicked off the whole demon-attack thing. he's free to think of that one on his own]

Who knows what it could be planning this time.

[He does, but skilfully avoids THAT minefield of a conversation piece]

We'll just have to deal with it as it comes, we always do.

That's awful casual, don't you think?

Do you have any better ideas when it comes to planning for the utterly unexpected? I'd love to hear them.

I don't know... there's gotta be something.

I'm not made for sitting around and waiting like this.

No, really? I never noticed that before.

Well, what do you want to do? Walk around in the dark?

No.

[she digs around for a new cigarette since he made her drop her other one, and waves it at him for a light]

You should make a campfire or something.

[be useful. make fire.]

[Crowley snaps his fingers and hellfire sparks up, lighting the dark a little]

Oh yes, that'd be a great idea. Fire doesn't attract anything dangerous.

[she lights her cigarette, at least]

I thought fire was supposed to scare things away.

There's a lot of fire in Hell, and that's full of all sorts of nasty things.

What about things like zombies? They hate fire.

[this is clearly an important conversation]

[Crowley gives that some thought]

We don't have any of those in Hell.

...Maybe Barney's right and the Space Zombies are coming back.

[this is the opposite of reassuring]

...Do you really think they are?

[Crowley shrugs]

This is how it started out. Weird noises, uncomfortable feeling.

Seeing things? [that's normal, then, right?]

Yeah. Creepy things.

[...looking totally freaked out now, she almost goes to say something but doesn't even get that far. Something out in the darkness is spooking her--she swears she heard something--and it has her glancing over her shoulder and shimmying closer to the light]

[Crowley vaguely realises he's said the Wrong Thing. Seeing Faye unnerved is never a good thing]

Oh, come on. You can shoot anything that shows up anyway, you're violent like that.

Does shooting work on space zombies?

[...not a phrase she ever expected to be seriously asking]

Yeah, well, to an extent.

...What's that supposed to mean?

[unsurprisingly, she's not looking any less jumpy]

[Crowley shrugs, always the best at putting people at ease]

Well, it took a lot of bullets, if I remember. Or special bullets. I forget. I just used fire on the buggers.

See? Fire, like I said!

[that was pretty close to whatever point she was trying to make, right?

It's hard to remember-- she's sure there's something out there in the darkness, and it's distracting her]

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