Open Post: Marketing

[futaille]

Now that things have managed to settle down after the havoc of this month's event from the mansion spirits, Grantaire has set his sights on a much more organic event. He did as promised and improved upon Enjolras' early attempt at a flier. It even passed Apollo's judgment and was printed. So now Grantaire is dutifully walking around the mansion with a stack of fliers to post them in whatever public areas he comes across, even venturing outside to hang them up in outbuildings, and enough were printed that there are plenty of extras to be handed out personally if anyone seems curious.

He's of course sure not everyone will come, but the more people do, the more it will seem right, as far as he's concerned, so he's perfectly willing to pitch the event to anyone who seems the least bit amenable to one. Apparently he can stay on task with proper motivation.

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[aflashbastard]

"I honestly don't think She cares much," Crowley shrugs. "Most angels and demons barely understand human gender, I think their grasp of human sexuality is even looser."

[futaille]

"I think after a few months here, I'm somewhat less surprised to hear that about angels and demons than I would have been before. Even if I had accepted, for argument's sake, the existence of angels and demons at the time."

[aflashbastard]

"Let's not have anything to do with angels and demons and arguments," Crowley says dryly, but it's clearly a joke. "I've had enough of that."

[futaille]

He laughs. "Oh, I'm sure."

[aflashbastard]

He pours himself a second glass of wine, gesturing to see if Grantaire would like a top off as well (we will, of course, assume he does). "Aside from the upcoming meeting, what's new?"<sup>1

1</sup>When Crowley's in a good mood, he actually asks how people are doing!

[futaille]

"Not too much." He sips his wine. "Keeping my pinball high score defended. Clearly a priority."

[aflashbastard]

"A pinball fanatic, hmm? Did they have that in your time?"

[futaille]

He shakes his head. "There were some things I think may have evolved into it, but pinball itself I discovered here and took a liking to."

[aflashbastard]

"Lots of pinball and drinking, then?"

[futaille]

He grins. "Oh, of course. Sagramore and I devised a new drinking game."

[aflashbastard]

"Do tell," he says, leaning in slightly.

[futaille]

"I mean, it's entirely possible, even likely, that others have come up with it before us, but it's new to us, so it counts. We have three glasses full of ingredients written down, an alcohol, a mix, and a... wild card, if you will. Draw randomly, mix, and... dubious enjoyment. Especially since the mansion spirits have apparently decided to add ingredients to the pool."

[aflashbastard]

Crowley raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Sounds dangerous - but mostly harmless. What all have you had?”

[futaille]

"I would not recommend mixing Mountain Dew and wintergreen Lifesavers, regardless of what alcohol it gets paired with. Also... have you heard of durian?"

[aflashbastard]

"Oh, sure. There's that video of cats reacting to durian on TikTok-- hmm." Video. And TikTok. Unfortunately, there's no internet, otherwise Crowley would gladly introduce Grantaire to the joy of cat videos. He waves it off. "Anyway, had it once myself."

[futaille]

"I would not recommend adding it to cola. The texture is abominable. Although we are now considering making a distillation."

[aflashbastard]

"I like how you think," Crowley says. "We should play," is what he also says.

[futaille]

"I can go fetch the cups," he says with a grin. "Unless you meant later. Also, I am fully aware how foolhardy agreeing to play this with a demon is, and yet I press forward regardless."

[aflashbastard]

"Now is fine," Crowley says, amused. Aziraphale's engrossed in his latest book anyway.

[futaille]

"Back in a moment." He downs the rest of his wine before putting the glass down and heading out of the room, returning after a few minutes with three cups of paper slips.

[aflashbastard]

Crowley sips on his wine while Grantaire is gone as well and finishes most of it; might as well, if they're going to be drinking something different soon.

[futaille]

And upon arrival, he sets down the cups in succession, naming each as he does. "Alcohol. Mixer. Extra."

[aflashbastard]

"Extra?" Crowley says, raising an eyebrow. "And do we both drink the same thing?"

[futaille]

"Extra," he says with a grin and a nod. "Garnish or... assorted entertaining addition. We can have the same thing if you'd prefer, or we could each draw separately for ourselves... or each draw separately for each other. There are no real rules."

[aflashbastard]

"Let's draw... separate. See which of us the universe really hates. If you'd like, I could speed the process up a bit too," he offers, waving a hand to simulate miracling something up.