Who: Johnny and Crowley
When: Thursday night.
Where: A bar
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[Things seemed to be calming down, which Johnny was more than glad for with Jacob's killer caught and people beginning to relax again, he felt he could actually take time away from patrolling to do other things.

Other things like what he was about to do.

The vampire paused outside his neighbor's door before knocking and sticking his hands in his pockets while he waited. He knew it was perfectly possibly Crowley would just slam the door in his face the second he saw him, but he wanted to try; it had been a few days since the demon had tried to roast him with a fireball and, hopefully, he had calmed down as well.]

Who: Vegeta and ~Vatheon~
Where: All over!
When: Wednesday, all day
Style: I can adapt to either
Status: Open!

[Since refusing to go to the masquerade, Vegeta has been banned from his gravity room until he goes out and "has some fun". No amount of protesting that training is his idea of fun has restored his access. Training in the living room is not the same, though it was satisfying to see the look on Bulma's face when he made the entire room smell like a dirty gym bag.

Until she sprayed him with perfume.

It's been a few days and he's finally antsy enough that he's just conceding to the damn woman. He walks up to the first person he sees, looking intense.]

You. Let's have some fun.

Who: A certain demon and a certain angel (Anthony J. Crowley and Aziraphale)
Where: A nice bar
When: Super backdated to right after this embarassing incident
Style: Anything you want!
Status: Closed like something really closed.

Well, wasn't this the best day of his very, very long life?

Anthony J. Crowley had plenty of bad days. The worst one, in his opinion, had been the Apocalypse That Never Was, followed very closely by the day that he accidently stumbled into a quaint little Spanish Inquisition meeting.

It was definitly not what he had been expecting, that's for sure. (It took well over two weeks to get over the memories of that time. And even after that, he still would shudder if he ever heard someone mention the name. Humans could be horrible, horrible things if they wanted to be, in Crowley's opinion.)

So, just like what he did back then when a day came up that just ruined his mood, Crowley turned to the one thing that he knew would fix the problem when nothing else would.

Alcohol.

He's standing in front of the door to the bar, puffing away at a cigarette and looking a bit roughed up after a very annoying fight with Otoha. Honestly, he's hoping that the angel wouldn't ask him too many embarassing questions about what he just saw. The last thing he needs is awkward questioning, and he's definitely not in the mood to answer any of them at the moment.

No. This had better be forgetten for good between the both of them. For good.

Who: A very changed Anthony J. Crowley and YOU
Where: Everywhere and anywhere
When: Nighttime
Style: Fine with either one!
Status: Open like YOUR SKULL I mean.

You might be walking alone at night. The air is calm and honestly, it just seems like another normal night in Vatheon.

Except for the very large...well, thing standing not too far away from you. It's very tall, and that hammer in its hands is large, cold, and unyielding- it looks incredibly heavy, and the chains dangling from it do nothing to make the mental image of it boring down on you any better.

It stares at you, barely moving, the gas mask it wears betraying no emotion. What could it want? What secrets could be hidden under that gas mask? What indescribable horrors created this monstrous and brutal being, who could probably bash in your skull without even a thought and-

"Oh, sod off and stop staring at me like that. I'm not that scary."

Yes, you just heard that right. Coming right from the thing is the unmistakable voice of one Anthony J. Crowley.

And he sounds incredibly annoyed. Hey, you would too if you spent the entire week being a Bogeyman.

[ooc: Yes, Crowley has been turned into none other than the eponymous Bogeyman from Silent Hill: Downpour. Basically, for those who want to avoid Downpour spoilers, he's a Silent Hill monster who stands for all the evil that a person tries not to attribute to himself (like when you blame a rock for stubbing your toe- the Bogeyman is that rock, except at a way more extreme level) and the desire to judge others. If you remove his mask, one'll see the person (or people, in some cases) who one believes is a "true monster".]

Who: Loki and you
Where: The forest
When: Nighttime
Style:  As you please
Status: Open


( So it begins... )

Who: Bat!Johnny and Crowley
Location: Just outside the elevator
Time: Morning of the 2nd
Style: Whatever works for you, bb~
Status: Cloosed~


He'd only meant to stay out on the beach till the sunrise...but the sound of the waves had lulled Johnny into sleep. By the time he woke up, the sun was just showing its first rays and already he could feel the burning.

He'd stumbled to his feet and tried to get to the elevator quickly, but he hadn't been fast enough. The purity of the sun's light burned through him and caused his body to dissolve into sand. He was able to press the button before his body melted away completely, leaving only the small, barely palm-sized, grey bat in it's wake.

He couldn't remember getting into the elevator or the travel down and he could only assume the station master was behind it. Now he lay on the cold concrete, barely able to move.

A small, fragile, bat and he was going to be stuck there out in the open if someone didn't find him.

Who: Anthony J. Crowley and YOU.
Where: Hanging on a tree in the park
When: All day, man.
Style: Any you want!
Status: OPEN LIKE YOUR HEART TO TEMPTATION i mean what

[So, Vatheonites and new arrivals, you might be wandering around the park, exploring all it has to offer, when you might come across a tree in the middle of the clearing. For some reason, this area is quiet- no birds sing, no squirrels chatter. The tree just stands there, looking rather ordinary.]


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[And hanging from a branch of this tree is something long and vivid green. A small snake. Which is odd, because if you've been in Vatheon before, you probably haven't seen any snakes around here.]

[It just sits there, red tongue flicking out lazily every so often. Approach it? Try to pet it? Talk to it? See what happens. Crowley won't bite...if you don't make him angry, that is.]

[ooc: Anthony J. Crowley is in his snake form and hanging out in the park, basically, because he is the Serpent of Eden and he does what he wants. And yes, he can speak. Just not yet, because scaring you all is a much better use of his time than just acting dumb. People who can detect demonic powers and such will be able to tell that he isn't just an ordinary snake. B)]

The island was certainly all abuzz now. The natives mingle around, decorations abounding and food laid out on tables and still being made. They certainly went all out this time, but if asked they just respond “We’ve been granted another year by the great Lamufao.”

Don’t think about it too hard.

Either way, they’re showing all of their gratitude for the foreigners now. Food is being offered shamelessly, good cheer and compliments and thank you’s passing through each native’s lips.

Near the elevator, in an open field, the party is taking place. They nagged and nagged for the foreigners to dress up; if you didn’t, you might feel a little out of place here. But the food and the music are both excellent and dancing is optional, at least.

The beach is a bit more chill. Enjoy the warmth and the water, maybe kick back and have a drink. It’s night time, certainly, but the weather is still pleasant and the sand is warm.

More attracted by the food on those tables? That’s quite alright; there’s food of all sorts from all sorts of places, not just seafood (be grateful to the natives for trying). There are a few Vatheon only dishes, however, for the daring! (Is that more kraken on that plate…?)

And then, near midnight, comes the fireworks. How romantic would it be to exchange kisses at the stroke of midnight under the light of the fireworks? Or just enjoy them with a friend; they light up the sky, pretty and nothing too fancy…though the natives seem to think that they are incredible.

Most of all, have fun, mingle and enjoy the new year!