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[itselbitch]

Hi. Simple request, for anyone who wants to chip in on this little experiment.

There isn't fodder readily available to work with, but if it's not too inconvenient, mind saving some seeds from the food you're eating? Just wash them clean and let them air dry. The more there is to work with, the greater the success will be.

[ he doesn't really go into further detail, but the intent is likely obvious. someone's planning on doing a little gardening and seeing how it fairs here. ]

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[itselbitch]

[ right? that would be completely insane. what idiots would ever try to do a thing like that??? ]

I did say it was an experiment, didn't I? Besides, if light doesn't work as expected already, who's to say the plants follow the same rules? These trees definitely grew to full height without any trouble, one can only assume.

Yes, thank you, sweetheart. That was the point.

[sauntered_downward]

Oh, no. You're not one of the scientist-types we've got around here, are you?

[itselbitch]

Jesus. Fuck no.

I'm a magician.

1/3

[sauntered_downward]

2/3

[sauntered_downward]

fin

[sauntered_downward]

Proud of that, are you?

[itselbitch]

Rather be someone who knows how to have fun than a nerd. So yeah.

In my experience, scientists don't know shit about a good time.

[sauntered_downward]

Most people I know who are magicians are huge nerds.

[itselbitch]

what???


oh

Jesus Christ Superstar, no. Not stage magic bullshit. God.

I can actually use magic. Big difference. Also less lame when I can light shit on fire with the snap of my fingers.
Or could, before I got stuck here.

[sauntered_downward]

Oh, that's exciting. A magician who can make real magic. [This could be you, Aziraphale.] Is there anything this town can't do?

Besides offer a decent bottle of scotch, which is apparently completely out of their reach.

[itselbitch]

[ well now you're speaking his language. ]

Tell me about it. I came with some [ actually a lot ] of my favorite tequila, and it's better than all of the stuff being served here.

Which is a shame because I'm sure if this is all I drink over the next few months I'll probably grow to hate it, but I don't want it to go to waste either. Not when top shelf is unheard of here.

[sauntered_downward]

Thought about selling off any of it? Could make a bit of money on something like top shelf tequila to the right people.

[itselbitch]

Oh, I did think of that. But there isn't any currency here, so.

That said, I certainly wouldn't mind sharing with my friends. [ i.e. hi, would you like to submit your application? ]

[sauntered_downward]

[There's a five minute space between the last text and this one as Crowley really, really considers his response. He does love tequila.]

I'm not anybody's friend. But I'm a good drinking companion.

[itselbitch]

[ honestly? ]

Good enough for me.

You been to the beach yet? I'm finding it's a great spot to just take it easy and toss back a few.

[ swigs, shots, what have you. ]

[sauntered_downward]

Oh thank whoever. I was worried I was going to have to make up something serious.

No, I haven't been yet, but I can find it. Meet you there.

[itselbitch]

No, no, never from me. One can never have too many drinking friends, I think.

I'll be the one with the lantern. [ get it? because it's empty and-- forget it. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley didn't even dignify that text with a response. He really shouldn't be spending time with a human here. What was it Aziraphale called it? Fraternizing. Even though this was to get some tequila, which Crowley realized he was missing quite a bit right now. Especially in this place.

The beach isn't hard to find, and he holds up his lantern, looking out into the dark through his sunglasses. Even used to them as he is, he has to admit they're a bit ridiculous in all this dark.]