In the year 232 AD Porphyry was born

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley wasn't surprised by waking up from a long sleep. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done it, and it wouldn't be the last. Unlike the vast majority of castle residents, he'd had a dreamless sleep, one of the pros of being a demon. They didn't have a true imagination. Not enough to conjure up a dream or a nightmare, anyway.

Still, he'd checked the journal to find...nothing. For days, except a few worried comments from people in the town. So this was a castle thing then. Right. He'd probably better check that people aren't dead or something. That would have been unfortunate. There were people he liked here.

And so the demon decided to go check if people were alive or not. Not that he cared. He was just curious. Yeah. Unfortunately for Crowley, he'd decided to check up on Faye, who's nameplate was most decidedly not there any more and who's room was very empty. Fuck. It had happened again]

For anyone who gives a damn, Faye Valentine has gone home.

[He closed his journal and headed back to his room, preparing for his usual plan of drinking until he could pretend he didn't care about anything any more. Drink away the hurt and the bubbling anger at this stupid damn castle that just ruined everyone's lives. ...Except his booze cabinet was empty. This was unusual, but hey he knew a lot of assholes who stole things, so he made the extra trip to the Nines...only to find the booze there gone too. When he speaks into the journal now, he's angry. Very angry]

Right, so where the fuck has all the alcohol gone? Because if someone thinks this is funny, I'm not laughing. You can probably tell from my tone that I'm not laughing. But if you can't, let me clue you in. This is the tone of voice used when someone or something is going to be set on fucking fire if there isn't a reasonable explanation for this.

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forever!

[onlyanapple]

[You are sometimes a tolerable person, Dair, and sometimes he doesn't want to punt you. Today is one of those days]

Every last drop.

[wizard_redfive]

[Yeah, don't mention it. No seriously, don't. It might ruin her wizard cred.]

Geez... Someone was ambitious. [And probably dead drunk right now, given the number of alcoholics in the castle.]

[onlyanapple]

[And it would ruin his demon cred. EVERYONE WINS]

That or the castle decided to enforce prohibition.

[wizard_redfive]

Mmmm, I dunno... While I'd love to blame everything on the castle right now, circumstantial evidence points to "no."

Unless the castle somehow managed to rift through our stuff last night.

[onlyanapple]

I wouldn't put it past the place. It is kind of a spiteful bitch.

[wizard_redfive]

So I've noticed. It wouldn't surprise me if the castle did it to add insult to injury.

[onlyanapple]

Neither would I, to be honest with you.

[wizard_redfive]

[Wait-- Did they just agree on something? No way! Was the demon really being honest here, or is he just pulling her leg?]

It does seem it's type. [She huffs in annoyance.] Can't ever catch a break around here, I swear.

[onlyanapple]

[Sometimes, even he can agree something is true. Sometimes. When he's been knocked back as he has today]

That's just the way the castle goes, none of us can ever catch a break.

[wizard_redfive]

["Not even you?" Dairine's tempted to ask but doesn't. It's painfully obvious that he's having a rough time, and the question would be uncomfortably close to the "feelings" territory. So she goes for something more noncommittal.]

Yeah...

[Dairine shuts up before she can say something emotional stupid. But a ghost will come by with a bottle of whiskey from an anoymous source.

You're welcome.]

[onlyanapple]

[Good, he respects and is grateful for her not touching on feelings, and the alcohol is even more welcomed.

Good girl]