Who: Crowley and whoever wishes to harass him. 8)
What: Idle chatter, probably.
Where: The mall pond-turned-ice-rink
When: Early December
Why: Crowley needs CR. 8|
How: [bracket style] because I am lazy. 8D
[The only good thing about Christmas in Space is that all the non-refugee residents seem to refer to it as "X-mas", and all the decorations he's had the displeasure of encountering have been entirely secular.]
[With the exception of one or two angel tree-toppers, but he's always got a kick out of angels with trees shoved up their skirts and into their unmentionables, so those are okay.]
[Crowley is seated on a park bench some distance away from the ice rink, watching the skaters and pondering the possible repercussions of creating some sort of giant squid-like tentacle beast to crack the ice from below and wreck unholy terror on the unsuspecting skaters.]