Drink Count: 15 || Did Someone Say Double Presents? (Backdated to 12/25)

[eyesofaserpent]

A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, Locked to residents and perhaps Aziraphale and Giles if they'd stayed over the night before]

[Crowley wakes to find presents under the tree. Some even have his name on them. From the town, the demon received a pair of his favorite snakeskin shoes and another power. He tests out the power by transforming his

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[answerer_sword]

[After the events of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, Bazett decides she needs a drink. It anything, it would dull the throbbing pain emitting from her crest.]

One Irish whiskey, please.

[eyesofaserpent]

Er... No. It means Global Positioning System. It's a human device used for pinpointing your location, finding directions, things like that.

[answerer_sword]

Oh...is that what it is? It sounds...convenient.

[It was bad enough when a Heroic Spirit from the medieval era managed to understand human technnology than she did. It was even worse when a demon managed to do the same.]

[eyesofaserpent]

It is, rather. Though it isn't always right. You can get in trouble sometimes just following it blindly.

[Crowley's been on Earth with humans since the Beginning. He rather finds it his duty to keep updated on technology.]

[answerer_sword]

I can see why you would wish for a functioning one here. However, why would it need to be powered by a satellite?

[eyesofaserpent]

It isn't powered by the satellite. The satellite just feeds it information and keeps track of where it is.

Humans are quite clever to come up with something like that.

[answerer_sword]

Yes, they are.

[Not that it would do her any good, seeing how she has problems using even Mayfield levels of technology.]

I suppose you are familiar with all sorts of human technology?

[Perhaps if she ever runs into a problem trying to use the devices in her house, she can come ask him for help.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Rather. The stuff around this town is about 60 years behind the time I come from.

[answerer_sword]

It is about a hundred years ahead of me...

[She mutters this under her breath.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Well, if there's anything you need help with... Just don't spread it around that I'm being helpful. It ruins my reputation.

[answerer_sword]

Thank you very much. I can assure you that I will keep our interactions private.

[She has no reason to go around spreading rumors about anyone, not even a demon.]

[eyesofaserpent]

It's appreciated.

[answerer_sword]

[She nods.]

...Though for a demon, you are nicer than much of your kind.

[eyesofaserpent]

I'm not like my kind, no. I never really was. When everyone else fell, I kind of sauntered in their general direction.

[answerer_sword]

What is your relation to the rest of your kind anyway?

[If a being like Amaimon decided to threaten the inhabitants of the town, then on what side would Crowley stand?]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He shrugs.]

I don't generally get along well with them. Most of my kin are kind of confused by me, I think. The words "gone native" have been used to describe me on numerous occasions...