OPEN | Early November Catch-all

[perfectlyhuman]

WHO: Adam Young & you
WHERE: Nonah, De Chima, other places optional
WHEN: Early November
WHAT: Free range child wanders around large cities scavenging for random items, building a forest clubhouse, going to class, and musing vaguely about the possible destruction of this world
WARNINGS: N/a at this moment



⌈De Chima⌋
Should anyone notice, Adam seems to be spending a lot of time in De Chima lately. Often accompanied by Dog, he seems to step out of the city often and hang around closer to the suburbs. Or, more specifically, when he's on his way to the woods.

Even on rainy, muddy days, he's walking along with a heavy backpack and a raincoat, down the streets and towards the trees. He's a common sight here, if anyone's ever noticed him, and he's very clearly got something on his mind.

Should anyone approach him, he won't mind a chat. Or if you just want to pet the cute small dog, that's fine too.
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⌈School⌋
Despite everything that's been going on, school perseveres. Which is a bit disappointing, really. If snow days can cause a school to close down, you'd think that the gradual disintegration of reality and the constant unnatural changes could at least afford them an afternoon off. Still, he can't complain much.

The young boy is more preoccupied with making some sort of list every so often, in class, at lunch, in the hall, as well as scribbling in his notebooks, ideas and concepts for his personal project in the making.

If anyone looks over his shoulder, they'll see what look like ideas for a banner, and some sort of chair and structure. Not a house, but something more simple. Like a tree house, or a camp.

Feel free to ask him - he's been meaning to ask if anyone would like to join him.
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⌈CLOSED for Crowley⌋
With all the commotion going on out there and in the network, one thing's for certain: something very terrible is supposedly going to maybe happen sometime in the foreseeable future, but the residents of this household seem to be otherwise preoccupied with their own things.

Adam, for one, already has some of his time taken over by things like school, his job at the pet shop and the like. Most of his time is spent outside the house, with the occasional check up by his celestial caretakers, but he's been spending more time out there than usual.

Today, however, he's around. The project he's been working on is turning out to be more of a challenge than he expected, so he needs some help, and Crowley happens to be the first person he finds.

"Hey. Can I ask you something?" Says the boy, which is certainly something Crowley has heard many, many times by now.
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⌈CLOSED for Gabriel⌋
Well, it's a nice day today. The sun is shining, despite the Autumn showers lately. It's not too cold or too hot. There don't seem to be shadow people or ghost trains or people possessed by strange elemental spirit things about. No random ruins with complicated old machinery and robots (though those were fun). Besides the general feeling of dread that's gently permeating the unseen background, things are quiet, and it's the perfect afternoon to take your pets for a walk.

So that's what Adam's doing. In one hand, two leashes: one tethered to the now moderately well-known Dog, and the other, less conventionally, attached to a harness worn by Bubsy the jackalope.

He can't help but to look around, half expecting something weird to pop up. It's become more and more common, so he wouldn't be entirely surprised if anything did. What would it be now? Giant bugs? People breaking into dance? Maybe things turning into other things? Who knows.

Then, he spots him, up ahead. Hard not to, really. For all that he simply looks like a person, the angel is somehow very hard not to notice.


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⌈Others?⌋
[OOC:Feel free to suggest other prompts, or to add your own below. You can PM me here or contact me at skree.]

Comments

[perfectlyhuman]

The boy smirks a little. "I guess you can both know about it. As long as you don't tell anyone else." Although it might not even be that secret by the time it's finished, whenever that may be.

"Had one back home, in Hogback Wood. Took a lot of work." And a lot of flags. With all the names they went through before they settled on The Them, many flags had a rather short time of service.

[goodtobebad]

"A lot of work? Was it worth it?"

Crowley finally turns to look at the boy, curious.

[perfectlyhuman]

"Yeah." He misses it. The base, the Them, Hogback Wood. But there's not much of a point in talking about it all the time when nothing can be changed right now.

"My friends and I went there every day. Well, except when it rained." Which was only when it felt right that there should be rain. Only in Autumn, and, strangely, only when there was something interesting on television or someone had somewhere else to go to.

[goodtobebad]

"Uh-huh," Crowley says, not really sure how else to respond to that. "So... what's the question, then?"

Because... he hasn't really posed any of this in the form of a question yet.

[perfectlyhuman]

"I wanna make one again. Out in the woods, in De Chima." He has many plans in the works. Notebooks riddled with doodles, much to the frustration of his teachers.

"But I don't know where to start. My dad helped us make the one in Hogback." And, finally, the question. "Can you help me?"

[goodtobebad]

"Oh, sure," Crowley says with a nod. "I can make you whatever sort of clubhouse you want."

Of course, what he's talking about is, you know, miracling something into existence, which he can do.

[perfectlyhuman]

Which is perfectly fine - Adam can do his own little miraculous adaptations, should it come to that. However, personal touches might need something a little more traditional, in some sense of the word.

The boy smiles. "Thanks."

But the notebooks, tossed somewhere in his room, would show he's putting some thought into this - and hasn't quite come to a final decision. "I'm having trouble coming up with stuff. I mean, could make something like back home, but..."

That's theirs. That's for all of Them, and it would feel weird to just have a copy.

[goodtobebad]

"Uh-huh," Crowley says, as if he understands, though of course he doesn't.

"So... what do you want me to do?"

[perfectlyhuman]

"Well, I need ideas first. I don't know what to put there." Whether or not Crowley can actually help in that area, he's not too sure. But the lack of limitations means, well, that nothing is really impossible, and he's well open to suggestions.

"Can you help me come up with some?" 

[goodtobebad]

Crowley actually does stop what he's doing then, to look somewhat surprised at the kid.

"I... I could try, I s'pose. I don't really know anything about clubhouses."

But the idea that Adam thought to come to him, to ask for his help with it - that's... strange. Not in a bad way! In fact, in a good way? It's been a while since he's care about any individual human being, but he's getting there with Adam.

[perfectlyhuman]

Why wouldn't he? Crowley's smart, he's bound to have some cool ideas. If nothing else, it's curious to see what a demon could come up with. Besides, as one of the two people Adam lives with, it only makes sense that he'd ask.

The boy shrugs casually. "Just a place where people can get together and do stuff. And they can claim that spot. The forest was ours." It was their land. His world. From Hogback Wood to the Dip, and from the old quarry up to the pond.⁣

"Though, I guess with everyone having powers and stuff, maybe it should be a bit cooler. Like a secret base for a superhero."

[goodtobebad]

Crowley has to consider this. "A cave? A treehouse? An underground lair?"

He's seen a few movies over the years. He might be able to think of something.

"It's your idea, though."

[perfectlyhuman]

" Haven't seen any caves." Though that can easily change, with Crowley's help. "Think a tree house is too obvious, though. But something like that. An underground would be really easy to keep hidden. And nothing could come around to mess with it. " Probably. 

Who knows what's going to come out of this, but it's probably going to be awesome. 

[goodtobebad]

"I can do something underground," Crowley says easily. Of course, he also hasn't done anything to test the limits of his powers here, so he doesn't know exactly what those are, but he's not considering that at the moment.

"We can go to this place, and I'll see what I can do with it."

[perfectlyhuman]

He perks up. "Can we go now? I've found a place, it's not too far." Just in another whole town and in the woods, but, you know. With porters and such these days, it doesn't really matter.

His mind is already racing with ideas, from modern superhero lairs to the more casual childish clubhouse. Just a room, or should it have separate areas? Certainly needs a place for books and maybe a part for video games. And an area for planning.

He'll make sure it's the coolest secret base in the area, if he's going to invite other imPorts to join him.

[goodtobebad]

"Sure," Crowley says, and honestly, not far is relative to him. In another city? Eh, that's no big deal.

"You'll still have to tell me what you want - I mean, how many people do you intend to have over? How much stuff are you going to keep there? What do you plan to actually do there?"

[perfectlyhuman]

“I don’t know all of it yet.” But the possibilities are endless - sort of. “I’ll still have to invite people. But I can’t just invite someone to somewhere that doesn’t exist yet.” Because logic, apparently.

“I want it to be somewhere people can have fun and hang out for a bit. Make up games.” Eat candy. Play video games. Talk about the weird things going on, maybe make plans of attack or how to help others. Copy each other’s homework. “You know, just a place where you can stay for a while.”

[goodtobebad]

"Then you'll probably need some comfy chairs. And storage for snacks," Crowley says authoritatively. "Books? Not sure how much you like books."

Look, his primary hangout for the past couple of centuries has been Aziraphale's bookshop.

[perfectlyhuman]

"I love books." The boy says rather matter-o-factly, but smiling. He's gathered quite the collection so far - nothing quite as big as the one he had at home, but certainly much more varied. No one really questions the ones that aren't really children's stories. "We should have a bunch of them, just so everyone has something they like." Whoever 'everyone' ends up being.

[goodtobebad]

"Books, will do," Crowley says with a firm nod. "And snacks. What sort of snacks do your friends like? Crisps? Biscuits?"

[perfectlyhuman]

Friends is...a concept. His closest friends aren't here, and the closer friends he does have here are all adults. Which aren't really the target for this particular endeavor.

"Biscuits and crisps are good. Maybe soda, too."

[goodtobebad]

"Oh right, can't forget the soda! Need you all hopped up on caffeine," Crowley says decisively.

[perfectlyhuman]

Adam grins.

"I don't suppose we can really have ice cream all the way out there."

[goodtobebad]

Crowley snorts. "We can have ice cream anywhere we like, kid."

[perfectlyhuman]

Oh, those words are like magic. "It's gonna be the best clubhouse ever."