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Date: December 14, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: The Pool Room
Summary: The marquis and Crowley get reacquainted


The marquis had taken it upon himself to explore the the Manor from bottom to top. As he couldn't find Adam Young, he couldn't ask to resume the tour. However, that meant he could linger in any room he found interesting--which, he had to admit, was most of them.

He picked up a red pool ball and polished it on his coat, and smiled at the resulting shine. He set it on the pool table, and gave it a nudge; it rolled into one of the pockets with a quiet thunk. He peered into the hole for a moment, then reached in and pulled the ball back out, and began rolling it easily from hand to hand, like a magician's trick. He continued doing this as he glanced around the room with interest.

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"No, I can't say it ever has. But then, who I'm shagging is never much of a mystery to those who actually care." He shrugged, smirking slightly. "Everyone assumes? Well, aren't you? Note that that isn't an assumption, Crowley, but an actual question."