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Time: October 14th, 2000
Place: Lobby
Status: Semi-private (Pepper, Crowley, War, John, Bast, Wensley and Roger) [Complete]
Summary: An unexpected visitor


Pepper had spent the day moving various plants into the lobby and trimming them as best she could, throwing the extra leaves and little branches in a garbage bag she'd brought with her. The place needed some greenery and some flowers, and she figured it couldn't hurt now that it was getting colder and things outside would take care of themselves more.

She thought she'd bring in some poinsettias soon.

Granted it wasn't even Bonfire Night, but being English meant that she started preparing for Christmas in October, like everyone else. Besides, Adam had promised a good winter, and she was looking forward to it.

The plants had generally been behaving themselves, all except one. Whoever'd had the bright idea to grow wysteria on the pergola near the garden should have been caught and executed, in Pepper's opinion. The plant had a history of growing up the sides of buildings, destroying framework quite effectively, and yet someone had let the thing go. Pepper had spent half the summer trying to tame the thing and it still wouldn't stop spreading. She was certain that countless people at the manor had probably seen her pitching a fit while hanging upside down from pergola, cursing the wysterias ancestors into oblivion. Those branches were thick.

Maybe that was why she'd decided that she deserved time working in the lobby.

So now she was enjoying a moment of rest, sitting in a chair near the front desk and rereading The Man in the Iron Mask. She'd forgotten how much she enjoyed the book, hadn't read it since she was fourteen or so, and was pretty caught up in it. Pepper had a tendancy to be very expressive as she read or watched movies, and she was currently engaging in gnawing her fingernails down with her teeth, eyes wide as two pound coins, while King Louis ordered d'Artagnan to arrest Porthos and Aramis.

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War watched carefully. The situation was not pretty, and whilst she knew Pepper could hold her own in a fight, didn't mean she should have to when there were friends around to help her. Who was this man, coming in and trying to tell her what to do?

She bristled, but kept herself tense and under control, trying and failing to see the expression on Crowley's face when he got referred to as a secret agent.

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Crowley had also watched the entire scene with interest, yet he hadn't interfered up to that point. But when the whelp kept pressing the point and Pepper moved closer to Crowley, the demon put his arm protectively around her shoulder and smiled unpleasantly.

"Hey, kid. The lady comes and goes as she pleases. So back the fuck off."

He didn't stop to think about whether defending someone who'd probably be pissed at him for his trouble was proper demonic activity.

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Pepper did something that she would normally never do under the circumstances: she backed further into Crowley's touch, hoping to let him know without words that she appreciated his help. She couldn't do this on her own, the only way she knew how was with fists, and Adam had told her no more fights. She assumed he would extend that courtesy to Roger as well, even knowing that the boy didn't like him. The manor was supposed to be safe, so she needed another way to get rid of him.

When she heard the voice behind her and looked around to find a woman who appeared to be half-cat, she blanched and knew she had to handle that one fast.