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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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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.

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.

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."

So they weren't telling her what it was, eh? Well, that only sounded more exciting. Making her way to the bar, she found three humans and a ladder. And some rather bright-coloured decorations.

"May I ask what is going on?" she asked, walking to Pepper's side. "Aziraphale told I could help. I'd be glad to do anything I can." As long as it didn't involve climbing that ladder. She didn't trust her balance in her current condition, and a fall might have disastrous results.

And now Brenda. This was getting easier all the time. And there were more people, which always made it more fun. Pepper whispered to Brenda, the same way she had to Anathema. "But don't think it too loud. You know, we have to be careful..."

She looked around at what was there to do. She didn't want to give her anything too hard, noting Brenda's current state. "You could go to the kitchen and get us some plastic glasses maybe, so we don't have to use the bar glasses? If they have any back there, 'course."

Uriel grinned as she heard what Pepper was whispering. Yes, this would indeed be fun. "Sure!" she replied to the girl's request, smiling. With that, she headed for the kitchen, hoping she could get back in time.

She did, indeed, get there in time. Upon coming back with the plastic glasses, she had just enough time to drop them to the nearest table and duck behind it upon hearing Pepper's orders. Well, duck and duck -- in her condition, the best way of hiding quickly she could manage was to kneel behind the table and duck her head. Also, she couldn't exactly jump out to join the "Surprise!" shouts, but she did make her way back onto her feet after a moment with some help from the table. She felt quite proud of herself, to be honest.