Who: Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens) What: Crowley is the most bored, the town gets some temporary changes. Where: Townwide. When: Sunday morning. Ratings/Warnings: Low/None Status: Narrative
Crowley didn't believe in locked doors. Not in the general sense where faith in something validated or invalidated its existence, because that didn't actually happen, no matter what some people liked to claim. But in the sense that doors he wanted to be opened generally just opened. Or ceased to exist. Or transformed into an open doorframe with no actual door. The conclusion being that Crowley hadn't been locked in any place he couldn't leave since before he regularly had feet.
It was galling. But more importantly, it was dull. Crowley generally filled his days with various movies, traveling to places that caught his attention, small acts of concentrated evil, and Aziraphale. Technically, he could do all but one of those things here. But it wasn't the same, and Crowley was restless.
Most of the time, he distracted himself by irritating people on the Network, rearranging Aziraphale's books by nonsensical organizational methods that made his angelic little nose wrinkle, or changing minor town details in ways that proved inconvenient to people, until Aziraphale noticed and changed them back.
But he was more bored than usual, and Aziraphale wasn't obliging him by rising to any of the numerous bait Crowley left to annoy him, since he was currently engrossed in a book that looked like it had been invented solely for the purpose of redefining the standard definition of dull.
It was also galling.
Crowley just needed to branch out a little. Aziraphale probably would take days to notice, given his lack of understanding of technology more advanced than a telegraph, but everyone else would be suitably annoyed, temporarily anyway.
Or at the very least, be forced to rely on Ipods and DVD's and Netflix. And he could do something about that later.