Heyo! Aziraphale and Crowley have made a
a bit of a bet regarding the holiday season.
Alms will be posting with the particulars of Aziraphale's side of this mini-plot; I'll take care of Crowley's here.
This is completely voluntary event taking place on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. This doesn't require sign-ups unless you're looking for a particular bit of personalized mayhem, which I'm happy to work with you on. If you do participate, you'd be doing me a huge favor if you'd drop me a link to your character's post here, but you don't have to do that, either.
So what's up?
Muttered Curses
Crowley is a craftsman, true enough, but he's fond of ripple effects. The personal touch has its place, but he's all about the bang for the buck, or pounding per pound if you prefer. If he can annoy you to the point that you snap at your friend, don't give a coin to a homeless person, or kick your neighbor's dog, he considers it a bad job well done.
During the holiday season, how better to do that than the traditional woes that face holiday shoppers?
- Queuing quandry: We've all done it. The queues are long, the registers are hopping, and you're there with an arm full of goodies trying to judge which line will move fastest. What if you judge wrong? Every. Single. Time? In the grocer, in the hairdresser, out to the toy store. Every time you get in line, it's the wrong one? Somewhere, there's a chuckling demon. Do share and enjoy.
- Lost in the cabbage patch with Elmo: You want it. Your friend/lover/kid wants it. Everyone wants it. You go from store to store to store to store searching for that perfect gift and everywhere you go, they just sold the last one. You're ready to hock a kidney for that perfect gift and getting more and more stressed with every minute.
What? You thought that was just supply and demand? Maybe when you have a demon who knows his way around a computer managing the supply chain.
- Black ice: If you live in a cold clime, you've run into it, or more accurately, fallen on your ass on it. Was there a demon wandering the City pouring water on sidewalks and sweeping a bit of snow over it? Could be. And it could be that your character wanders across it, slips, falls, and has a nice bruise to set the tenor of the rest of their day. Oops. Spread that love.
And so on. If there's some sort of headmessy you'd like visited upon your character by a prankster demon, just let me know and we can work something out one on one.
Questions? Mud pies? Pancakes?
*slinks off to return to network diagrams and data sheets and overtime oh my*
*slinks back to mention this is mod okayed*
*slinks away again wondering if her back can take all the slinking*