-72- Waiting For The Sun

[luckyvalentine]

[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!

Comments

[luckyvalentine]

What about things like zombies? They hate fire.

[this is clearly an important conversation]

[onlyanapple]

[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.

[luckyvalentine]

[this is the opposite of reassuring]

...Do you really think they are?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley shrugs]

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

[luckyvalentine]

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

[onlyanapple]

Yeah. Creepy things.

[luckyvalentine]

[...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]

[onlyanapple]

[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.

[luckyvalentine]

Does shooting work on space zombies?

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

[onlyanapple]

Yeah, well, to an extent.

[luckyvalentine]

...What's that supposed to mean?

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

[onlyanapple]

[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.

[luckyvalentine]

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]

[onlyanapple]

Okay, okay.

[Crowley sighs and the fire in his hand glows brighter]

Happy now?

[luckyvalentine]

I guess. [while edging closer, arms wrapped around herself now. she's cold, of course, but it's only just seeming to bother her now]

[there's quite a pause before she finally gets herself to ask] ...So, you've been seeing things too?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley shrugs, taking off his jacket and putting it around her shoulders while trying to act nonchalant about it at the same time]

Now and again, but it doesn't really bother me. You know, from hell and all that.