212 Fahrenheit is the boiling point of water at sea level

[onlyanapple]

[Behind the doors leading into the kitchen, ballroom, and dining room today are a secret surprise. Mostly air horns duct taped to the walls, so when the doors are opened, the horn will BLARE LOUDLY.

It turns out Crowley is a touch more upset about Jilly leaving than he's let on, and so is making everyone else suffer for of it. He might be hanging around the crime scenes, too. With earplugs in.

Just waiting for someone to accidentally trip his trap]

[[ooc: Open as an open thing, set off the horns, manage to avoid them, do whatever you wish!]]

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley looked up from his misery to frown a little]

Wow. That's comforting.

[thwarting]

...Yes, sorry. Not as much as I hoped it would be.

[onlyanapple]

Well. So long as they don't mess her up. She's had enough of that in her life.

[thwarting]

...Fancy a drink, old boy?

[onlyanapple]

...Yeah. Let's get wasted. Wasted is good.

[thwarting]

Whiskey? Or a nice Chardonnay?

[onlyanapple]

I think today is a whiskey day.

[thwarting]

[He waves his fingers, whereupon one of the bottles of water in the kitchen turned into a rather surprised vintage whiskey.]

I quite agree.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley made a 'hmm' sound in acknowledgement for this thing the angel has done for them, before pouring himself a glass]

I'm the fifteenth longest serving resident here now, you know. I did the math.

[thwarting]

...

[He couldn't think of anything to say to that which wasn't a) patronisingly silly or b) untrue. So he fell back on the Great British awkward small talk.]

At least you can enjoy the weather in the seasons here, hm?

[onlyanapple]

[The demon chuckled a little, taking a sip]

Apparently that only just started when I arrived. Maybe I brought it with me.

How British of me.

[thwarting]

Quite right too, one needs the weather to discuss.

[He gives Crowley a nod of approval. Good show.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley groans]

Or bitch about.

[thwarting]

Speaking of, it's been bitterly cold recently, real thermals weather.

[onlyanapple]

Yes, I did notice. You know, Snake and all.

[thwarting]

Oh.

Yes, quite... you really should think about changing that blood of yours into something warmer.

[onlyanapple]

I think it's like the eyes, I don't think I can change that...

[thwarting]

That's not very convenient...

[onlyanapple]

I don't think convenience was on His mind at the time.

[thwarting]

It could have been, but just on a different spectrum on convenience than we're used to. You can't second guess ineffability and all that.

[onlyanapple]

I can give it a bloody good try, though.

[thwarting]

Later, I don't think we're quite drunk enough for that sort of thing yet.

[onlyanapple]

[Sigh] If I must.

[thwarting]

Don't look so morose about it, surely you don't like being cold?

[onlyanapple]

Of course I don't, bloody hate winter, and you know I do.