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The Arms Hotel Tuesday afternoon

Crowley had been researching the brilliance that was coming out of Hollywood lately and fairly itched to get involved. He was nearly certain he'd figured out how to transmit a signal and cause some strife...now all he needed was a ~~puppet~~ show.

The problem was this contemptable hotel. Sebastian had fallen off the face of the world it seemed, and if he abandoned it, he had a feeling Tex might come after him (and discorporation was a real bugger.)

Time to find someone to shanghai.

[open if you need the hotel. Clark and Crowley are locked but ok for broadcast]

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Clark shut the suitcase firmly. The time had finally come. To literally pack it in, and go home.

He could have stayed in Metropolis. his job at the Planet had been a good one, and secure. But looking at Lois everyday, knowing what he couldn't have, living in a city surrounded by those he would no longer be able to save...

Metropolis was superman's city. And wasn't superman. Not anymore.

A quick walk to the elevator, and soon he was back in the lobby, room key in hand. He headed for the front desk.

At the ding of the elevator, the Great Corruptor looked up and grinned. The opportunity was too delicious to pass up.

"Mr. Kent. Enjoyed the hotel, yes?" Crowley asked with supreme politeness as Clark approached the counter.

Clark smiled politely despite the fact that the man gave him the creeps. "I did yes, thank you."

"Smashing. Great to hear. You'll have no troubles then." Crowley said as he pulled out some paperwork and slid it toward Clark along with a sleek black pen.

'I beg your pardon?" Clark asked, taking the pen automatically but eyeing the paperwork curiously. This seemed a bit more complicated than most checking out procedures.

ooc: so the paperwork, is it merely making him the new guy in charge, is he the new owner, or what?

"Hmm? Oh, don't mind me. Just thinking out loud." Crowley said smoothly.

ooc:In charge. Technically C isn't even the owner...though I can't recall why not. Unless you want Clark to own it? I have no objections.

Clark's brow furrowed. "Uhm, I think there may have been some mistake?" he asked, as the paperwork really didn't appear to be a checking out thing.

ooc: no, just in charge is fine.

"No mistake. Standard forms. Can't leave things amiss, what? All right and proper once you sign, mate." Crowley said, accentuating his accent.

crowly using any wiles here or just doing the fast talk confusy thing?

Just normal stuff. Want me to bust out the powers? Don't know how they'd work on Clark...

clark really wished he had his super vision and speed reading ability just then. As it was, he had a train to catch, and he didn't see anything there about selling his soul, so he signed where indicated.

Later he would wish he'd read the forms more carefully. Or maybe not.

magic effects clark just the same way it effects everyone else.

Crowley grinned wide, watching Clark sign. He was certain the pen was doing it's magic, taking blood from Clark's fingertips and tansferring it to the page. It was almost like eternal torture, watching the name appear on the line.

"Fantastic!" the demon cheered, manifesting a pair of suitcases and passing Clark a set of keyes on a ring, a binder, and a new key card. "All yours, Mr. Kent. Do be sure you won't run it into the ground." he said as he pulled the contract away quickly.

"I....what?" Clark asked, surprised and alarmed.

ooc: he didn't just sell his soul did he?

"You've kindly agreed to take over my position. I'm sure you'll do a marvelous job running the hotel. So much for me to do, and so little time to explain. Don't let Sue Ellen drink too much, and if JR get's too hard to handle, you can shoot him. Anything else and Pam's the girl you need to speak with..." Crowley rambled as he lifted his luggage and tried to make his way past Clark.

ooc: goodness no...that takes far more arranging than this!

"Well wait a minute!" Clark said, not quite blocking Crowly's way. "I don't know anything about running a hotel, I'm a reporter!"

"Neither do I, Mr. Kent. I'm a demon. Nothing to it, really. You'll take to it like a fish to a skillet. Trust me." Crowley said, stepping smoothly around Clark. "Besides, you've signed on the dotted line. No going back now."

"I," Clark looked at the paper work and swore. "Darnit!" almost.

"Keep a civil tongue, pet." the demon chided, barely concealing his amusement. "You'll do fine, and if you need anything...you're S.O.L. as they say here in the colonies."

Crowley started for the door again and then disappeared entirely, but his mocking laugh lingered.

"Wow, this sure is a big building. Fancy too." He looks at Clark with a bit of a grin.

Clark, still in shock slightly, turns and sees the young man. "Uhm, can I help you?" he asked helplessly.

"Something wrong? Hey is this a hotel?" Duh, it took him long to realize.

"Uhm, yes it is a hotel." Clark said, racking his brain. Hotel, right. "Uhm, are you uh, looking for a room?"

"Nah. I'm a student at Fandom. I'm just exploring."

"Oh," Clark said, a little relieved. He still wasn't sure what do do about all this, let alone how to get started. "Er, finding lots of interesting places?"

"Pretty much. This place is pretty cool. I don't know why I've never been around here before."

"Do you uhm, not get out much?" Clark suggested. "I've only seen a few sights around this town myself."

He's a bit embarassed to addmit it. "Yeah. I stick around my room most of the time. Or else I go to the gym, but not much else."

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