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[ A bit after the pell-mell ordeal of waking up in a strange place with no clothes and no real knowledge of what is happening, this man shows up on the communicator. He's settled in what appears to be the common room of one of the passenger docks. If he's as tired as everyone else is feeling, he doesn't show it. He's actually regarding the camera with the disdain of someone coming across something unsightly, like a rat or a mysterious stain on the upholstery. He's dressed in black, but it's not the typical jumpsuit, oh no. This is an actual suit, matching tie, jacket, and shirt, all coal black. ]

So. Space, the final frontier, in a galaxy far, far away. I don't think a Rocket Man reference would be sorely amiss right about now - I think it's going to be a long, long time til touchdown brings us 'round again.

Tranquility...

[ There's a typical South London accent here.

The man squints appraisingly. ]

I like it. The irony, that is - the ship's sort of boring, isn't it? Too much room, a lot of strange echoes... Good thing I've got you lot.

[ A close-lipped smile, perhaps a twinkle in those dark, dark eyes. ]

I'm sure everyone's quite busy getting settled into their denial, so I won't waste much time. Let's start with a practical question for the oldbies: Where's the liquor?

For the whole of you, I've got something of a philosophical question: What would you be prepared to do in order to get back to where you belong?

Don't be shy, duckies, it's only hypothetical.

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[ Hello, Crowley. Have an eleven year old immediately click on the video feed. ]

Oh, anything, sir. I've business to attend to at home.

[ Oh, this is Lilith bait if he ever saw it. Rot in peace, you horrible slag. ]

Are the teddy bears on parade?

[ His face is perfectly serious, as is his tone. And yet. ]

[ Oh, how cute. Someone patronizing her. Chase resists the urge to roll her eyes. ]

With all due respect, sir. I don't think you'd understand.

I'm listening.

[ Not like he has much better to do. ]

God's work.

There's always liquor in the kitchens, mate.

I assume you've taken stock.

[ You look like a drunkard. ]

What have we got?

[He is a drunkard. And proud of it.]

We've got rum, mate. 'sall I care about.

Hello.

To answer your first question, in the kitchen. As for your second question... I would do anything that doesn't involve harming anyone. I do want to go home, but nobody should have to suffer for it.

That would depend upon what was asked.

[ whoops mostly pacifist troll here. ]

[ If the girl on the feed looks like a medieval princess, that is because once upon a time she was a near to one as makes no difference. Her manner is proper and courtly. ]

'Where we belong'? Do you speak of home, ser?

[There's just a loud burst of static at first. He's seen the message, and I bet you can't guess how he feels about it.]

[Right. Attempt number two.]

You will not make any deals here.

Really? Dude, is anyone actually answering that question? 'cause I gotta tell ya, the creepy factor on that is pretty high.

[ He stares a moment, but then there's a soft snort. ]

Really, now?

And what, may I ask, does that exactly entail?

[ You do have his attention. He knows well enough that he shouldn't take a child at face value, but he's always been a bit partial to playing the overly confident. ]

[ That's alright. He's seen all sorts, and drunkards are always a bit of fun. ]

You do look like you've stepped fresh out of Disney World.

Or the seventeenth century. Which is it?

[ That voice. Crowley straightens in his seat, subtly, some of the humor in his features running dry.

Castiel.

You're supposed to be dead.

But then, he never saw a corpse, or the charred outline of wings in the place you left behind. That's how you all go. But then, you've made a lot of exceptions, haven't you?

It lasts only a moment, but Crowley is pulling himself back together again, barking a short laugh. ]

I thought I smelled self-righteousness on my way in.

[ Hold on a moment, Cas, he needs to revisit these filter settings. ]

If you're asking me a favor, darling, you'll have to parse one in return.

Psychological questions often are. Sort of fits the ambience of the place in general, don't you think?

[ He can't put his finger on it quite yet, but you look interesting, darling. And not just because you've got a cute haircut and a smart mouth. Oh no. Someone's set a mark on you. Hard to tell much through a video, though. ]

Should I have gone through a little foreplay first, you think? What's your name, where are you from?

Please. If I'm to be stuck on this glorified scrapheap, it seems prudent to ask just how badly people want to leave it.

[ That's alright. Crowley will think about it for you. ]

Mm. It'd have to be something difficult, wouldn't it?

If someone else was due to escape, and you had the opportunity to take their place, would you do it?

[ No harm? Well, that's boring. But Crowley tilts his head and thinks. ]

What about harming yourself? Would you give up a limb? Or one of your senses?

It could be home. Or maybe just away from this ship. It's open to interpretation, I suppose.

And, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is your interpretation? It is unwise to answer a question if you do not attempt to understand its terms.

[ Wise words. It even earns her a tiny curl at one side of his lips. ]

Your home, then. Just as you left it.

[ Alayne has learned many lessons despite being young, many at the hands of a most-consummate liar. Petyr Baelish's mark on her runs deep. ]

My home has been rent asunder by war and there are many enemies clamoring at every gate. Here, I am alone and in a place wholly unfamiliar, held captive among strangers by the ship itself. [ A pause, thoughtful as she dips her chin low. ] You will forgive me if the difference in cost is arduous to weigh.

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I take your point.

[ He does. Really. And yet, if there's a chance, he might just take it. He's not totally sure, though. Life could be simpler here. His throne was a precarious one, and the Earth above it shuddered ever more worrisome. ]

Sad to say I think it'd be foolish to believe you're any more safe here than you are there. At least where you're from, you might know what to expect.

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