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[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Time: August 15th, 2000
Place: The bar
Status: Everyone except Adam
Summary: Pretty decorations...



Fuschia?

Well, that wasn't the primary color they had hoped for. Pepper sighed atop the ladder and fastened another corner with the staple gun. She was trying to go as fast as she could, but with how she had to keep moving the ladder every few staples, it was going slower than she'd hoped.

She'd seen what Wensley had prepared, though. It was gorgeous and likely delicious enough for everyone to end up wishing that he'd made another. He'd had to smack her hand away from it to keep her from trying any. Old habits died harder for Them.

She looked down at Wensley, grumbling, "Is this really all we could come up with? Looks like the decorations for that Princess Bash you had to babysit for at the Dawson's a few years back." Okay, it wasn't that bad. They'd managed a little blue and green in certain places. And it was decidedly lacking in screaming ten-year-olds in cheap lipstick and rouge. But, really.

She leaned back on the ladder, glancing out to where John and Azirphale (she was so proud of herself for finally figuring out how to pronounce his name right) stood. "How much time do you think we have out there?" she shout-whispered to them. "Roughly?"

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[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

Standing in the Manor's main doorway, at an agle where he could watch the boys at their game without being seen, John turned and stage-whispered back, "Few minutes yet, at least. Looks like they're having a grand time."

He had his doubts about whether they could really keep a lid on this thing, but what the hell. It was an entertaining way to spend the afternoon, at the very least. And--not that he'd have admitted this if asked--it was kind of a kick to see everybody pulling together to do it. Well. All right, not everybody, but a fair few.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel looked up at the half-shouted exchange. "Time for what?" she asked curiously. "What are you up to, exactly?" She then grinned. "And can I be of help in any way?"

She needed something to do. Anything that required stage-whispers sounded like perfect activity for a boring afternoon.

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Agreeing with John, Aziraphale nodded, watching the game closely. He was sure they'd be at least a few minutes longer. He was also quite sure he'd never seen Adam in shorts quite so... short.

Then Uriel interrupted, and the angel glanced at her. "Ah... yes, actually. Could you go over and give Pepper a hand before she hurts herself?" The ladder was far more steady than it would have naturally been, but even so. "Or decorating advice, perhaps."

[anathema-witch.livejournal.com]

Anathema, deciding to take a short break, thought stretching her legs a good idea, made her way towards the bar hoping to get a soft drink before going back.

She stopped when she saw Pepper on a ladder putting up decorations of some kind. "Hello Pepper. What's the special occassion, or are you up there just for fun?"

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper nodded at John's estimate. She only hoped it would be enough time. "Wensley, few mintues!"

She started a bit when she heard Anathema's voice behind her. The ladder made her a little nervous, up as high as she was. Turning around on it, she kneeled down and whispered in Anathema's ear. She smiled. "Wanna help?"

[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

"Wensley, a few minutes!" he heard Pepper half-cry, half-whisper as he re-entered the bar, laden with bowls full of different flavours of potato crisps. Laying them neatly on the bar, he walked over to the ladder.

"What else needs to be done, Pep?" he asked, holding on to the other side of the ladder.

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper looked around frantically, trying to determine where the voice was coming from. As a result, she almost pitched herself right off the ladder again, but luckily Wensley was holding it. She shot him a grateful look, put one last staple in the wall and came down the ladder.

"Well, I sent Brenda to see if we had plastic cups to use, but I'm not sure about the rest of the food set up. I figured you'd know what to do." She scratched the back of her neck before spotting a white tarpish looking thing sprawled on a nearby table. "Bloody hell, the banner! We forgot to put it up! Quick!" She scrambled for the ladder again.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna walked into the bar to find it, well, not magically transformed per se, but still transformed. The place was a curious, cheerful mess. Practically half the walls were covered in fuschia decorations. She walked back out again to check that she was indeed in the bar. Well, that was alright then.

Walking up to the girl on the ladder, she asked, "Are these decorations useful in warding off some kind of pest?"

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper blinked curiously and looked down to find a very blonde girl, not too far from her age it seemed, staring up at the streamers in puzzlement. Well, that was one question she hadn't been expecting to encounter today. But she figured any sort of question about why she would ask that would involve a conversation more in depth than they could afford at that moment. She'd have to ask the girl later.

"No," Pepper told her with snort. "Good guess, though. Actually, they're for - " and she whispered the rest in the girl's ear like she had done twice before. "We're almost done setting up, looks like. If you want to, you can help Anathema, she's over there decorating tables. Or you can just wait around for it. It should be a lot of fun, if everything goes right."

[tardis-lord.livejournal.com]

The Doctor, hands in his pockets and frowning slightly, wandered into the bar. He was looking for Mictain. (Well, that's not actually true, he was looking for his screwdriver, but if he could find Mictain that would be a help. The demon was so much better at looking for thins.)

"Has anyone seen my - ?" he began, but then stopped.

He looked around. He considered the new surroundings. "Nice," he said. "Re-decorating. Need any help?"

[theban-sphinx.livejournal.com]

The sphinx wandered up the stairs and through the lobby. She had been itching all they, and it was slowly driving her mad. A walk, she had decided, would be an excellent distraction. When she was keeping her mind busy she almost forgot the whole thing.

Sphix stopped when she reached the bar. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one who had thought that this place needed a bit of re-decorating. Although the one in charge of decorating this room had no idea of the properly ghastly. Sphix gave a sigh and shook her head. For a moment she considered returning to the basement, but then her curiosity got the better of her. And besides, what was a better distraction than chatting with some people? She walked over to where the small gathering was. At least none of them looked like Hera.

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper had the decorations all figured out, it seemed, but she was unsure of who everyone was, and wasn't much paying attention to who was around. When someone stepped up behind her, she handed the person a pile of streamers, thinking it was probably Anathema again. Then she walked off to finish prepping.

[classic-palm.livejournal.com]

With Adam well distracted tickle-tackling Brian, Shadow slipped quietly away to check how things were coming along inside. A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as moved quickly across the lawn, casting subtle glances over his shoulder as he went to make sure his departure wasn’t causing any suspicion. He felt a little like a spy in an old movie.

He tried to keep his amusement to a minimum, though. When Pippin had told him about their plans and asked for his assistance she’d warned him not to ‘think too loud’ lest he give the game away. So Shadow did his best as he slid through the bar door and surveyed the activities.

“How’s it coming?” he asked quietly.

[-moonylupin-.livejournal.com]

Remus Lupin looked over at the newcomer. "They look almost finished," he said quietly. He smiled. "Aside from some last minute chaos. I take it this is...?" The werewolf nodded to the banner.

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

Sirius had woken up twenty minutes ago from a pleasant mid-afternoon nap to find himself in a room by himself, which wasn't unusual, with no convenient food lying around. This was unusual-- he was used to Remus leaving ready-made snacks and meals for him when he wasn't around. But he understood why Remus might not have thought to make it, since he had eaten lunch not four hours ago and he'd had a little snack about two hours earlier. This didn't mean he wasn't hungry, of course.

There seemed to be a lot of people gathering in one place. He leaned his head inside the doorway. "What's this all about, then?" He looked around. "Is that cake?"

Sirius decided that he was going to invite himself inside.

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

Seeing Brian and Adam coming back toward the Manor, John waved frantically to Aziraphale and the decorators beyond him. "They're coming!" he called as loudly as he dared, vacating his spot by the door and dashing into the bar. "Everybody get your arses under cover!"

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper blinked wildly for a few seconds when John shouted back at them. Then she took a deep breath and did another stage whisper:

"Everyone hide! Quick, he's comin'! Leave everythin' where it is and duck for cover! And don't forget to yell 'surprise' when he comes in, right? All right, go!"

Pepper dove under a table near the door and waited patiently...

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast leapt about six feet into the air with a yowl as the yell permeated under one of the back tables. She'd given up on the lobby as a peaceful sleeping place, and anyway, in her current form, the ledge behind the reception desk and the chair were both way too small.
She gave an annoyed look to the group at the front of the room. Honestly, people had no respect these days and she'd been having a nice dream for once, too. Then when she saw the ammount of people she sent a small mental thanks to whatever had made her leave her* skirt on.

(*really, she stole it from a random washing-basket and doesn't know whose in really is)

[classic-palm.livejournal.com]

From behind the bar, Shadow gave a whoop when he saw the kiss the beautiful dark-haired woman gave Adam. Now that was a great way to start a birthday party.

He’d reached for the plastic cups and begun pouring drinks when he caught sight of Bast standing a little ways away. He hadn’t seen her among the crowd earlier, but he had heard a very catlike yowl when everyone had yelled surprise.

She was looking a bit flustered, so Shadow gave her a wide smile.

“Hi Bast,” he said. “Nice skirt.”

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel looked at all the delicious food items. She felt a bit hungry, but couldn't decide what to try first.

Suddenly, she noticed a familiar form nearby. "Hey, Doctor!" she said brightly. "Are you looking for jelly babies again?"

[tardis-lord.livejournal.com]

"Uriel!" the Doctor said, catching sight of the angel. "How are you?"

He drew her into a one-armed hug and kissed the top of her head. "And how's the baby?"

He looked at the table. "Not looking for the jelly babies, especially," he said, and grinned, "but I wouldn't say no to them."

[gilded-voice.livejournal.com]

There was noise. There were people.

No one had told him anything, although it wouldn't have been quite accurate to say he hadn't heard anything. It hadn't exactly been clear, though, so the Metatron's expression as he came in tended more towards puzzlement than anything else (aside, perhaps, from vexed). "Interesting choice of colours," he remarked. "It's not permanent, is it? Although the blue's nice."

He hoped not. A hue that could be considered to be near purple could potentially give Ideas.

More interesting was the food. He hadn't really had an opportunity to examine pretzels before.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam stepped up behind the angel at the snack table and had to suppress a grin. He'd never seen anyone pay so much attention to pretzels before.

"Hallo, Metatron. It's nice to see you again. How are you doin'?"

[apocryphalwords.livejournal.com]

Beelzebub avoided the eyes of the party goers. He had been watching, purposefully distancing himself from any situation that might result in the knowledge of his presence. Sure that most of the supernatural beings would recognize him there, he dampened his demonic aura down with every old trick that he had learned. Until only Adam and those that looked for him specifically would know that he was there.

He folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes. When Ellie kissed Adam, when someone touched him, jealousy lept up in him, raging, wreaking havoc. It was entirely irrational that he be jealous for the sake of such a puny little brat. Antichrist or no, Adam should have been nothing more than a failed project of Lucifer's. A rarity in itself, but nothing to get worked up over.

Yet, he found himself in this corner, watching Adam with shadowed green upon green eyes.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Well aware that he was the subject of those intense eyes, Adam slipped off his party hat, set it on a convenient table, tugged his ridiculously small shorts back down, and squared his shoulders before turning, pink-cheeked and slightly damp, to the source.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Beelzebub," he said quietly.