Since you all seem so terribly fond of riddles and ciphers and codes, please do allow me to share one of my own devising with you. A shiny red apple to whoever gets it right on the first go.
( WOO! APPLE! )

And no, you don't get any hints. I've left this incredibly simple. I could have made it so much more difficult, you know. Enjoy.

And for those of you who are invariably going to complain to me that it's too difficult, why don't you just tell me why a raven is like a writing desk?

Lyle, Belldandy? Drinks in the park today?

Miss Lestrange, let's take ours later this evening, shall we?

[ooc: I'll get the threads set up soon as I can ♥]

Humans are so fascinating.

( [Marked Private // So Hackable A Baby Could Do It In Its Sleep] )

By the way, anyone up for drinks again? Been a while. Why don't we make a party of it?

And why haven't you been out to see my apple trees yet, Econtra? Really, I'm disappointed in you all.

[ooc: Of course, the "Private" part of the entry really isn't. He just marked it "Private" so people would be nosy and try to hack it, which is why he left it so easy to hack. He's feeling a bit sick from being a holy icon for a week, so he's making up for it by being extra demony, trying to sow the seeds of dissention among residents.]

[Voice Post]

Ugh... my head hurts.

[End Voice Post]

[In front of the ruins of the church, a strange statue stands and winks at people as they pass by, his wide grin and open expression one that clearly says "Hey. I'm your buddy."

Anyone sensitive to auras and the like might realize that this is Anthony Crowley, transformed into a statue of Buddy Jesus by the magic spell that backfired.]

[Voice]

What's the meaning of this? Can't a man walk out to check on his apple trees without falling into a blessed trap? When I find out who did this...

[A sigh.]

I won't waste my breath on threats. When I find you, you'll know.

[/Voice]

[Accidental Voice Post]

[Nothing but the sound of clicking keys; Crowley accidentally turned on the Voice capability while attempting something on his PDA. Indistinct muttering can be heard, more keys clicking, and then a startled yelp of pain and the sound of the PDA flying through the air and hitting a wall. It clatters to the ground, and a sharp curse filters through, followed by slow footsteps.]

Bugger all this for a lark.

[The PDA is picked up; Crowley realizes that it is on.]

Oh... Er. Carry on, Econtra.

[End Voice Post]

[Text // Private // Unhackable]

That was... embarrassing.

[ooc: Prompted by a discussion with Lyle (invisikid, Crowley decided to attempt to hack the Indigeo. Of course he failed miserably.]

Well, I'd been talking about it, and a few of you knew it was coming, but I've an announcement to make.

There are now five lovely apple trees scattered about the park. I really do hope you enjoy them.

[ooc: In the spirit of the recent Truth or Dare game, Crowley is honouring the "dare" that Pegasus gave him some time ago. Of course, the gardener of these trees being Crowley, one might rightly assume that they are not, by any means, normal apple trees.

The tree with the lushest and most beautiful apples has fruit that tastes absolutely horrible. The tree with the shriveled and ugly apples has fruit that tastes - pardon Crowley's French - heavenly. The other three apple trees have fruit that tastes like a different kind of apple than the fruit appears to be. For example, a Red Delicious will taste like a Granny Smith, a Granny Smith will taste like a Washington. Oh, and to keep things interesting, no tree will be the same thing twice in a row.]

[Voice Post]

[Nothing but laughter for a moment or two.]

Good show, sir. Good show.

Things've been way too quiet lately. Time to, ah, stir up the anthill.

[End Post Post]

That was... refreshing.

Now then, where was I? Ah, yes. The little matter of the garden in the park. I didn't forget, Pegasus.

[Added about half an hour after original time of posting; he's been reading through past entries.]

Father's Day, huh? That brings to mind an interesting question. If you were me, what would you get my father for Father's Day? Alternately, what would an angel get his father for Father's Day?

Somehow I doubt neckties and power tools would be appropriate.

[Voice Entry]

[Nothing for a few minutes but the sound of snickering.]

Couldn't have done it better if I'd done it myself.

[More laughter, and then Crowley yawns.]

Keep it down, Econtra. You're interrupting my nap.

[The PDA clicks off, but not before another laugh or two filters through.]

[End Voice Post]

[ooc: Not off hiatus yet, but I stopped by the library and couldn't resist. :3 Crowley either won't answer tags or will be extremely slow to answer them. He's still napping - you guys just woke him up XD]

Pegasus, I think my little gift to Econtra will have to wait.

The weather's warming up... perfect time of the year to take a little nap.

[ooc: Another last post before hiatus. Crowley may respond to tags, but they'll probably be slow in coming, since I have to pack.]

[Voice Entry]

Good evening, Econtra. Entertain me.

[End Voice Post]

Isn't there anything fun to do in this place? I'm bored, and I still don't have my Bentley.

Hey. Barty. You're good for a laugh or two. Entertain me.

...failing that, anyone want to meet for drinks?

[Accidental Voice Entry]

Lots of people talking about trouble in the air lately. Things're pretty quiet, and I take it quiet's not always a good sign.

Some people going on about the need for a justice system. Heh. Call it what you will, it's just one more way for the people with power to lord it over the little guys.

This place isn't like any military compound I've ever seen. Doesn't feel right. If we're fighting a war, where're the soldiers? Why'm I here? I mean, alright, I have a little experience, but why're there children here?

You know what this is? This is... s'daft, is what it is. Can't expect people to fight just because you tell 'em to. Gotta give 'em a reason. Can't just say 'hey, we're fighting these bloody awful balls o' energy an' you're pretty much gonna die'. People don't work like that...

'Sides... I haven't seen her around. S'weird, bein' in the middle of a war an' not seeing her...

[/Voice Entry Timed Out]

[OOC: Crowley's gone and got himself drunk (because he can totally 'magic' up a bottle of wine), and yes, he's talking to himself.]

Silly commercial holiday.

Think He'd be upset if I wished Him a happy Mother's Day?

Then again, I'm not even sure how you'd go about doing that.

Dammit, angel. Why aren't you here?

[OoC: Strikes semi-readable. Feel free to poke at him.]

Ngh. My face hurts. Thanks, Barty.

At least a new pair of sunglasses wasn't any trouble.

[OoC: Crowley got in a scrap with Barty Crouch last night and got a few nice cuts across his face and chest.]

Voice Post

ROBOTS! Are you lisssstening? Thissss isssn't funny! GIVE ME MY CAR!

[/Voice Post]

[ooc: Crowley just received the Matchbox toy of his car.]

I don't have the Bentley.

I don't have the Bentley...

WHO THE HELL HAS MY CAR?

[Voice Entry]

[There is a click as the PDA is turned on, and then a young man's voice filters through. He sounds more than a little stressed, and occasionally he hisses a bit. His tone is alternately pleading and annoyed.]

Oh for Hea… He… For somebody's sake. Joke's over. Not funny. Who's behind this? Dagon? I mean, come on. It wasn't entirely my fault, you know. Bloody incompetent nuns, that's who's behind all this, you know? I mean, you do so much, and you really think you've got everything in hand, and then you throw in some Satanic nuns and the whole Plan just falls to pieces, you know? Honest mistake, could have happened to anybody, not my fault you guys didn't catch it until it was too late.

I mean, alright, a few points for originality - I wouldn't have thought this up, you know, not in a thousand years. And you're actually using modern technology the way it's supposed to be used. I'm astounded. You've made your point. Very clearly. I've learned my lesson, so sorry, won't let it happen again. I mean, really, who's at fault here? Haven't I always said that simple plans are the best? Well, okay, I haven't, but I'm saying it now. It was a good plan, don't me get wrong, couldn't have thought of a better plan myself, you know, but really, if it was me I would've done it all myself, you know?

[A long pause, as he realizes no one Down There is taking the opportunity to reply]

….bugger all this for a lark. I need a drink.