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[The feed starts out of focus and when it comes back into focus, the view isn't much better. Mostly just a glass of amber liquid, but then these days Seth isn't much seen without one. Not unless a certain friend has been saddled with talking him down again. After a moment though the view shifts, showing the man himself. Midnight black suit, snowy shirt, even his tie is neat and knotted just show.

So much for predictions that after a while he'd start dressing down, though the girl that made the prediction had been shipped home so that might have something to do with it.

Anyone that knows the area though might recognize a booth at Lux. The same one his child self had occupied a few weeks earlier.]

Right so it hit me just now that I've been in this place over a year, which given I haven't stayed in a place longer than about six months since I was eight would be impressive. You know if not for the fact that this is about as mandatory as my last stint, and without the fun knowledge of a release date but with just about as many visit from my brother so that evens out.

[Even without Richie there, Seth's taking jabs at him. Not that he could fault Richie not visiting him in prison, but logic has no place in Seth's rantings.]

Whatever though. Most seem to keep a calendar here and the holidays and all. Christmas. Thanksgiving. What? Arbor Day's coming up, right? What about the rest though? Given we stay our same youthful, beautiful selves [He bites back saying Grunkles not included because dude, what even with the fez] does the rest matter but for ourselves? Do we count the years, or just the celebration of being alive to be stuck in this place? What about anniversaries and other dates from before?

Or does it all just become when you got here, and when all the people that matter left?

[Because for some barely functioning alcoholics without jobs to distract them, that's what's sticking in their heads, apparently.]

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What? No, of course not.

[There are certain problems, though, that come along with possessing a human.]

I can't imagine you've ever been exorcised, but it's a very unpleasant experience.

Yeah, you know. Not something I've been through myself. Never hope to be either.

No way to try and get it through without them having you cast out?

Well... sure. But the types of people who want you there aren't really the types of people I'd personally want to be inhabiting. Devil-worshipers are just painfully embarrassing.

Okay, you've got me there. I'm imagining you inhabiting someone like the rockers in my world with all the makeup and black clothes and... yeah, I'm gonna laugh now.

No, see, that's a stereotype. Most of them don't actually look like that. Most of them are Doris Jones from up the street, and you'd never know, but trust me.

[Grimace.]

Embarrassing.

Closest I ran into were those that followed the Culebra, and they looked like every damn person in a border bar you can imagine. Made it hard to tell them apart.

'Culebra'. [Crowley echoes, trying the word out while he rolls through the various languages he knows to pin down a source within context.]

Spanish. Snake? [The demon smirks, something all-too-reptilian in that look. The tongue that darts out to briefly wet his lip is forked.]

Hah. That's funny.

Yeah, you're so reassuring, thanks.

[He rolls his eyes though. He hasn't run into anything about Crowley that makes him think of the ones he's known, and even if he did? He'd get a pass like Richie does.]

Yeah they're some kind of snake vampire cult thing. Real fun.

Hey, I can't help what I am.

[Shrug! Let's just pass by the fact that he deliberately displayed his more snake-like qualities just because they'd stand out in context.]

But, oh, a snake vampire cult. Now I've heard everything. I give you people credit for imagination, but sometimes you could do with using a little less of it.

[He snorts, rolling his eyes at it with a kind of small smirk.]

Trust me, I could've done without it too. Apparently it's been around for a few century, but guessing that's nothing to you, huh?

[There was a time when none of this would be real to Seth, but sadly he's learning to accept it all as just normal. At least normal here, if he wants to keep a life in Wonderland.]

Depends on the century. Some of them felt far longer than others.

[A wry little smile comes attached to that remark. When things got really bad, at least he had the option of being able to sleep through the whole thing. Benefits to not actually needing to eat or drink to keep yourself going.]

They might exist where I'm from. I don't keep myself up to date on all the cults going - there's just too many.

[Okay that gets a snort from Seth that was definitely a laugh.]

Fair enough. Conquistadors in Mexico kind of long. Least that's what I'm guessing one of the assholes was from things he's said.

And you know that's really not a comforting answer. Honest, but not comforting. I know there's been worst things in Wonderland, but I dread them pulling that shit out of my head and bringing it here.

[Some part of him thought it might never happen so long as Richie was there. They already had one, but that changed months ago.]

If you're worried about the kinds of things they could pull out of your head, just think about what they could pull out of mine.

[Again, honest, but not comforting. Crowley is good at that. Thousands of years of memories of war, disease, famine, pestilence, death... Not to mention the literal Hell.]

I try not to think about it too hard. Really, if I did, it would be all I'd think about.

So comforting.

[Though he kind of smiles at that. There's worse shouldn't be comforting but it is.]

Then imagine snake god vampires. Might make it easier?

Nope, probably not.

[There's worse. Crowley would not want to unleash all the horrors of Hell onto Wonderland. Not for the sake of anyone else, but certainly for him. He doesn't want to see any of that, either.]

Snake god vampires. Sure. I don't know if it works if I've never met them before. [But he thinks about it.]

Could probably come up with something similar.

Let's not come up with anything like it. I know there's worse, but damn I hate dealing with those things.

[And he's not sure Crowley hasn't, though Seth has only told two people about his brother.

Which is the only one he wants around.]

You were the one who brought up the idea, make up your mind, Seth.

[Not quite visible behind his sunglasses, the eyeroll is certainly there. It's an odd thing to see from someone with eyes like a snakes'.]

Do I think about snake vampires, or do I not think about snake vampires, because I can go either way with this and I'd rather have snake vampires than some of the other things I could come up with.

I mentioned my world had them. Not that I want you dabbling in them. I respect you, Crowley. Don't make me regret that.

[And there aren't many he says that about.]

Let's go with no and not encourage this place to drag them out into the daylight... which is the only good place for them.

[Crowley blinks.

Respects him? How long has it been since someone actually said they respect him? Terrible idea, his mind says. Awful, really.

And yet, there it is.]

... Sure. No thinking about snake vampires.

[Not that he was giving any thought to them before.]

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