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[integrity]

[Crowley has been on the ship for hours.

The whole business was rather unpleasant, as is being branded like some kind of animal, but all in all, the demon is rather unruffled. Transport into another universe was something of another day's work, though it was an alarming coincidence that it occurred so closely to his greatest victory. Was this his punishment for his involvement with defeating the Leviathan?

Unlikely, the demon decides, and so he goes about his business.

First, it is a matter of discovering his locker, of removing his things, and of disappearing. He has little interest in socializing immediately and, as a result, Crowley vanishes into the shadows to dwell and think -- and, most importantly, learn. Within the hour, Crowley has all he needs to know at his fingertips, and with a flick of his fingers, his comm turns on to broadcast his soft accented English to the Tranquility.]

I'm afraid I require a bit of explanation as to why, exactly, someone thought it would be humorous to shove a Hellhound into a test tube.

[There's an artful pause.]

And also the location of the nearest groomer. This filth is absolutely disgusting.

[There's another three second pause before his own transmission ends.

Let's see who decides to come forward with information about why he, the demon King, is here.]

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all my dreams come true.

[jilt]

Has the ship not provided you with your own personal groomer? How remiss of them. I'd lodge a complaint, were I you.

[ sorry about your life, ward. ]

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[blunted]

Don't like getting your hands dirty?

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[stacked]

Because Jaye didn't want that fuck-ugly thing to die?

[ she'll just assume he means jaye's jacked up pet. ]

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[integrity]

Oh, believe me, I have, several, actually, and none of them have been returned.

[Not a voice he recognizes and by the sounds of it, not one that recognizes his, but Crowley doesn't put much stock in that. Instead, he continues, as calm and contrite as ever.]

I trust the suggestion box on this vessel is defunct.

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[integrity]

Have you ever bathed a Hellhound before?

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[integrity]

[Excuse you.]

Now, ugly is somewhat subjective, isn't it?

[It's a quiet purr, almost as if Crowley is quietly suggesting that you go choke on that stupid opinion of yours and bleed to death while you're at it.

But there is something more important to focus on here.

There are other Hellhounds on this ship?]

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[incubo]

I'd say send it to Jaye if it won't eat her face or anything. She has a pet hellhound, too, I guess.

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[stacked]

I like the damn thing, I'm just sayin' it's jacked up looking.

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[faithlessly]

[ welp.

dean's not entirely sure which is worse; crowley and his stupid, recognizable accent, or the fact that there's now another goddamn hellhound on the ship. the first choice would have no competition if dean's only memory of the guy wasn't just their first meeting. ]

Great. Exactly what this place needed.

[ actually, he'll just hate both options. ]

[wentshopping]

I believe we are, presumably, meant to groom ourselves. And whatever animals--physical or metaphorical--have been brought aboard with us.

I am legit excited

[disheartening]

You could simply leave the thing out during the next Jump.

[ and then a smirk, as if she remembered something. ]

But that could be a messier business.

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[heltersskelter]

it's called a shower
and it's not a test tube
anyway maybe he doesn't recognize you

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

Ah. So you are returned.

screams louder

[jilt]

[ oh crowley, you better believe she recognizes you. but no use showing her hand so soon. ]

Very much so. The captain prefers not to be disturbed, even for such grevious complaints as Hellhound grooming.

[integrity]

Perhaps he or she needs to get his or her priorities in line.

[There is obviously nothing more important than his Hellhound not dripping crap everywhere. She's currently sequestered in the bath tub.]

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[integrity]

I'm afraid the beast you're referring to is an entirely different rabid monster from my own, but do know that I appreciate your vocabulary.

[He already wants to throw himself out the airlock and he's been here for a little under three hours.]

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[integrity]

My Hellhound is extraordinarily well behaved so long as you don't owe me anything.

[Who in the Hell is this person and why does she have a Hellhound?]

They also aren't pets.

[They are totally pets.]

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[integrity]

[Ha.]

There's no need to be rude, Dean.

[Just the person he thought he'd find.]

I'm just as stuck as you.

[integrity]

Glorious.

screech!!

[integrity]

[The thought makes Crowley want to remove her eyes.]

I think I'll chance the bathtub, but ten points for creativity.

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[integrity]

Have you tried to fit a Hellhound into a shower, smartass?

And my dog recognizes me just fine.

[voice]

[integrity]

So I've gathered, but I'm afraid everyone else remembers far more than I do.

[jilt]

It's been suggested a fair number of times. I think he'd disagree, sadly.

[ such suffering, it brings a tear to irene's eye ]

[integrity]

The worst kind of dictator.

[At least Crowley has a suggestion box.

Whether or not he listens to it is another matter entirely.]

[jilt]

And what do you know of dictators, Mister Crowley?