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WHO: Crowley Jones and OPEN
WHERE: All around
WHEN: An April catch up of sorts
WHAT: Crowley's a terrible person, come say hi.
WARNINGS: n/a will update.

[ It doesn't really matter where you run into Crowley. What matters is that you're likely to run into one of these scenarios:

a) she's deftly removing a wallet from someone's back pocket.

b) you suddenly feel strangely lighter, maybe you should pat yourself over while that mess of a curly head quickly dashes through the crowd.

c) you're trying to get your drink on, but there's this chick singing all the songs completely off tone, way too loudly and making everyone around her slightly uncomfortable and annoyed.

So really, pick your poison. ]

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[ Alternatively, if you're part of the We Look Alike club, feel free to run into her anywhere and let the weirdness ensue, if Sarah hasn't told you about her yet. ]

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[ continued from here. ]

Yeah, and one of them's just a kid.

[ Sarah sighs and slips her hands into her pockets. It's a lot. She knows it is. ]

Look, like I said, could just be a fluke. People coming in from multiple universes. It's down to odds, yeah? [ Like... at least eight people with the exact same face getting dragged to this particular universe through the Porter is very slim odds, to be fair, but whatever. ]

So I dunno if you're a clone, but the rest of us are— [ Because Sarissa wants to be one, and Sarah's not about to give her up to this total stranger— ] and the people here will assume you are, too.

... Wait what? [ More confused blinking ensues.

And there's the thing, the knowledge. The fact she's predisposed to lie and skirt around being open just because. Then again, Crowley doesn't know her or the others. She can't really claim she wants to belong. Belonging is dangerous. ]

So you say. Am I in any danger? Do I even get a shirt?

Look... if you are from our world, yeah, you could be in danger. I have to be honest.

[ She shrugs, helpless. Crowley will probably be in danger in this universe, too, but being a clone has nothing to do with it, so she won't bring it up. ]

So it doesn't really matter whether I am from your world or not, huh? It just has to look like that.

Fuck, I don't even need to try, I'm screwed either way.

[ What has she walked into? ]

I'm Crowley by the way.

Sorry. I know it's not what anyone'd want.

[ And she's torn between being genuinely sorry and sarcastically bitter. ]

Uuuuugh.

[ Crowley drags he hands down her face before sighing and softly slapping herself at the sides of her face a couple of times. ]

Okay, okay, whatever. Look, I get it; you want me gone, pretend I didn't even appear in this place. I won't bother your sisters. I'm just going to find a decent watering hole and drink myself blind. That good enough?

[ For a second, Sarah's confused, but then she gets it. She'd felt the same way, when the others first told her. ]

No, I didn't mean it that way. It's good to have you.

It's... good?

[ Blink blink? ]

I'm confused now.

We've lost some people. It's always good to have more.

[ She's already seen Crowley picking pockets. She must have a few useful skills hidden away. ]

But look, if you wanna go off and drink and forget we ever met, it's fine. I'm not gonna stop you. [ It's a lot, she knows, and at least in this universe, there's the option of ignoring some of it. ]

When you say lost you mean...what exactly?

[ She's gotta make sure these "sisters" are not getting themselves killed or something. ]

...well, I've never really had a family, you know. Not that I can remember. I can't help but thing I'm only going to be a shitty replacement to whoever you lost.

They were here. Went home.

[ She's not going to mention the fact that the clones at home are pretty much dropping like flies. That wouldn't be helpful. ]

I never had a family either. Not biologically.

How many are here, currently?

[ Nowhere is safe. Crowley knows this better than most. ]

Well, I would hug you but I'm still not sure you're not going to sucker punch me if I get closer.

Sorry. Not much of a hugger.

[ She shrugs and offers a slightly apologetic smile. ]

Currently? Five, including you.

Everyone's a hugger when enough booze is involved.

[ But she has no hurry to proof that theory to her. ]

Wow, that's a lot of eerily familiar faces.

Yeah. There used to be some others.

All clones? That's quite something.

[ She can't really imagine it. It's just been Crowley all this time. ]

Well, if we ever meet it's going to be...yeah, something.

Yeah, we're popular with the Porter. [ Said like it's a joke, though it really isn't one. ]

I live outside Nonah with Sarissa, and Cosima's over in De Chima, and MK's... somewhere. Where'd they assign you?

No shit, someone has a fetish or something.

[ She shudders at the thought of it. ]

Currently at Nonah? And I read palms for a living.

[ Which is hilarious if you know her (and Sarah just caught her stealing ssssso...) ]

Sarissa, Cosima, MK. And they all look like you- er, us? Almost as if I already knew them.

Yeah. MK's younger than she should be, right now. Some timeline bullshit. But you'll still recognize her face. [ If Crowley ever gets to see it, anyway. ]

Well, I don't remember looking any differently, so that should be cool to see.

[ She's not expecting to meet any other clone though. ]

So... what do you do for fun here?

Fun? Uh... drink, mostly?

[ She's definitely not mentioning the fact that she and George hang out and watch reality TV. That stuff is Private. Drinking is basically her number one, anyway. ]

We're not that different then!

[ Please don't tell her about your domestic life, that sort of thing just makes her feel uncomfortable. ]

Do you usually walk in with a carbon copy of yourself or you wanna go somewhere different this time?

Nah, mate, pretty sure everyone's used to seeing me with other clones by now.

[ Sarah gives her a look like "what can you do?" and motions for her to follow. There's a bar down the street. ] What's your drink?

So the whole clone deal is really out of the bag, then? That was probably a pretty bizarre thing to go and tell everyone.

[ Crowley waves a hand in an all-encompassing manner. ] If it has alcohol it's my drink.

Yeah, we came out on the network a few months ago. Mostly it was so someone else couldn't out us first.

[It's been a long time since Andrew last sat in a bar, nursing a beer that has little effect on him, and listening to an eclectic parade of music blasting from the speakers. It's been at least...two years at least. And the last time he hadn't been alone.

He also hadn't been bearing witness to what sounds like a moose being hit repeatedly by a truck. Glancing around at the other people in the room, he can tell that their sentiments are similar to his own. It sounds horrible. And it doesn't take too long to locate where the noise is coming from. Or, more to the point, who it is coming from.

Sliding off his bar stool, he approaches the woman casually, leaning against her table.]

Either you've had too much, and I need to cut you off here. Or, you're in need of another round to keep distract you from...[He waves his hand towards her.] This thing that you're doing. [He refuses to call it singing.] Which is it going to be?

ANYWAY THIS IS WO-

[ The voice of someone that's not explicitly complaining makes her stop as she turns to look at him. She's not really drunk yet, but she's had some drinks on her. Luckily for Crowley she has always managed to be a pretty sober looking drunk anyway. ]

It's never enough, my friend! But a pint of the house's finest ale will be enough to shut me up.

...or any kind of booze, really. I'm not picky.

[If she has been showing signs of real impairment, Andrew wouldn't have offered her more drinks. But as she seems mostly sober still and her real aim in singing seems to be irritating those around her rather than a loss of inhibitions, he's all for buying her a drink and gaining some peace.]

I'll surprise you, how about that? [And with that, he walks up to the bar, waves for the bartender, and orders her a drink. Coming back to her table, he sets a beer down in front of her.]

As long as I'm buying, I think I should at least know your name. I'm Andrew.

Nice.

[ She's already chugging down the drink he brought. ]

Crowley! Very nice to meet you Andrew. What brings you to this fine bar here?

It's nice to meet you too, Crowley.

[He offers his own bottle for a bottle clink before taking his own sip.]

Same reason as everyone else, I'd assume. Decent alcohol.

I mean, it's only like, half-decent.

[ She wouldn't drink any slower if it was tap water, though. ]

Been here long? You don't strike me as a native and I have a good eye for that sort of stuff.

Trust me, I've had worse. Makes this stuff taste expensive in comparison.

[He's probably spent more time than he would have liked in dive bars. But they're a good place to find trouble.]

What gave it away? [Aside from the halo of light that surrounds his head. It's not very subtle and there's no off switch for it.] A little over a month now. How about you?

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