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[It's true to form that Beverly would make an audio post, but she definitely sounds miserable. Maybe more miserable than she has in a long time, and that's with the whole demon thing last month.]

Aaron and Eric are gone. I just came over for dinner and...

[And they're gone.]

First Jason and now this. Why does everyone keep leaving?!

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I'm waiting. I don't want the Sphere to take their stuff and put it in the abandoned domes.

Then I suggest taking what you want and leaving the rest to disappear.. or you could always move in, yeah?

No, I like my dome.

[And she doesn't want to be alone in a two person dome. There's too many ghosts to consider there.]

Well, there's clearly only one thing left to do. Let's get you over there so you can liberate their things.

I'm here right now. I'm worried about leaving because...

[Because she doesn't want their stuff to just get tossed and left for someone like her to find later.]

Right. 'course you are. I'll be over in a tic.

[ And bring some sort of box for her. Who knows how long these guys were there and what they accumulated. When he does show up, Crowley doesn't really even announce himself, just lets himself in because that's how he do. ]

Where should we start, then?

[ Asks the demon who just wanders into the kitchen in search of the alcohol. ]

[Bev is just kinda standing there, but she's definitely already taken the gun and tucked it into her back. She doesn't want any ideas to get ideas about deciding to take it away from her or something.]

Hey.

[It's definitely a more glum greeting than Bev is used too giving.]

What are you looking for?

[ Well, clearly she hasn't gotten to know Crowley very well, because he wouldn't bat an eye at her wanting extra protection. Instead of looking at her, he keeps rummaging. ]

Anything decent. Mostly alcohol. What'd you find?

[ After a few minutes, he whoops in victory and pulls out a bottle of wine. At least up a level from cooking sherry. ]

Not much. Just some personal stuff.

[Bev is a smooth liar at least, and she's definitely not going to volunteer that whole having a gun thing. But she does tilt her head a bit curiously.]

Why don't you just go get booze from Max at the black market?

Do that too, but stealing's free.

[ Just let him do a bit of evil, sheesh, kid! He has a quick look around the communal space- pretty immaculate and very little to show that it was actually lived in save for a shirt strewn haphazardly over a chair and a rumpled blanket. His focus lands on the nice, flowering houseplant on an end table. ]

Dibs.

[It's half on Beverly's mind to say that he can't call dibs on her dads' apartment stuff, but it's a plant so it's not as if she's going to remember to water it or anything like that. So instead she just shrugs a bit.]

Do you steal other stuff than just booze?

[ Don't worry, Beverly, it will thrive under his verbal abuse. ]

When the mood fancies me, yeah.

[ He saunters around the counter and into the sitting room and parks himself on the arm of the sofa. ]

You spend a lot of time here?

Yeah. I ate dinner here like every other night. And Eric was teaching me how to cook.

[Which makes Beverly go back into the kitchen. There's the sound of her poking around in the cupboards, and she comes out and adds a large, gleaming cast iron skillet to the box, along with Eric's knives.]

Other nights I had dinner with Strand and Alex and some nights dinner with just grabbing stuff from the merchant dome.

[ He watches impassively. There's not much to steal around here that catches his eye. There's an old camera sitting on a shelf and six collector cans of some American craft beer. He's definitely going to take the throw blanket over the arm of the sofa, later. ]

Never really been much into cooking.

[ Not that he even needs to eat, for that matter. He does because he likes it. Mostly because Aziraphale likes it; he'd always been partial to the alcohol. ]

I hadn't been before. But I mean you can't eat out all the time. And mac and cheese out of box isn't exactly around here.

[Bev just sits on the sofa, and looks around. She's expecting Aaron to come in from the smithery or Eric to come in from the kitchen and she's just...]

This place feels haunted.

Now that's a bit of an exaggeration. When I eat, it's mostly takeout, and I turned out okay.

[ Did you, though??????

Crowley offers a hum in agreement. It's odd how emotions can be tied to places like this. He's not good at recognizing positive emotions associated with things like this, but there's definitely an emptiness. ]

Probably best you don't stay here too long. C'mon, let's fill that box. Can't call yourself a true thief if you don't have anything to show for it.

You get sick of it after a while.

[But Beverly does nod for a second, and just looks around with wide and sad eyes before she adds some other small things to the box.]

I think I'm good. If I want anything else, I can go to the abandoned domes and looked for it. I think all the stuff people leave ends up there anyway.

Only if you eat the same things over and over again. Plenty out there to not get bored with.

[ He offers a grunt in reply, storing that away for later. He'll have to pay a visit to the abandoned domes to see if there's anything worthwhile there. ]

Let's get you back home, yeah?

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