Boxing Day at The Arms Hotel

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Doing his part for tradition, Crowley bestows gifts upon his staff. Each of them recieves a bag of expired M&M's in springtime colors and a shiny new cell phone with a five year contract (activated and unpaid, naturally) and an unchangable ringtone of the first few notes of Smoke on the Water. None of them can get a constant signal in Fandom. He smiles and sits behind the reception desk, slightly tired from banishing the furnishings in Aziraphale's suite and manifesting an extension of his sleek, modern furnishings. He moved all his plants over there, for the better light, of course.

He alternates between watching Golden Girls reruns and playing Free Cell on the laptop.



[[IC availibility: Crowley will no longer be a staple at the book shop. If you desire to see him, he'll be at the hotel, in the park...or around town. Expect him to be extra cranky, insulting, and generally demony. He's got a job to do, afterall.]]

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[demonbelthazor]

[OOC: *is fearful about Bel's first encounter with the New and Improved Crowley* ;) ]