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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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The more Pepper thought of it, tempting someone to sloth sounded an awful lot like saying, Go ahead, you can sit in that chair all day. Won't hurt anyone. And that did sound pretty bloody boring. "So in case they ask what sort of work you're doing, you can tell them that you are a Master of Sleep," she said with a great expansive gesture as though it were something to be proud of. It actually made her wonder, though; if sleep for him was the same as sleep for her. "Do you dream, like everyone else?"

She snorted when he suggested Brian as a "lovely wife", now because it had so many new connotations for her friend. "Oh, I don't know if Brian qualifies as that. Mostly, he was just dirty and couldn't remember his lines. Mem'rization isn't one of his strong points. We just shouted 'Out damn'd spot! out, I say!' at him a lot," she recalled, giggling. "I dun't think you've met 'im proper yet, though."

Pepper smiled through the speech. If it was showing off, she didn't seem to notice in the least. Only than it sounded much better coming from him than it ever had from her, but then again, she'd been pretty young the last time she'd recited it. "Excellent speech 'ndeed," she agreed, applauding lightly when he was finished. "Of course, you don't want to actually view your life that way, or you'd be pretty d'pressed the whole way through it, but it doesn' make the point any less powerful."

Crowley was probably good with a saber, came her next thought, rather suddenly. She had no idea why she thought that, it was just a feeling. "If you won most of your battles you must be pretty damn good, I'd say." Though people tried to make it look graceful all the time, actual fencing was really hard in her experience. "I mostly learned because of the games we played, and then I just kept at it. 'Cept the hand to hand stuff which was mostly because I was little and female and wanted to make sure that everyone listened to what I said." And didn't make fun of her name. But that was another story entirely.

"Something Adam's not supposed to know?" She grinned wickedly. "There are lots of things that Adam's not supposed to know...." Like you giving me flowers a minute ago and me getting all light-headed over it, that'd be a start. "That reminds me, don't ever invite him to read your mind, it's not smart." Pepper thought hard for a moment, staring at the ceiling, tongue peeking from between her lips just like during maths tests. "How about my first year at uni on Hallowe'en when everyone in my buildin' decided it would be funny to get me drunk and make me Queen of the Hallowe'en Parade. Dressed as a domintrix. It was pretty horrific, and I couldn't look anyone on my floor in the eye for a month. I still refused to wear the heels, apparently. So they had a barefoot dominatrix, which I'm pretty sure doesn't make sense..." She was sure to be bright red now. It was still embarrassing, and she was surprised that she'd managed to say it aloud.

He had to smirk at being called a Master of Sleep. "I'll be sure to put that on my resume. But, yeah, I do dream (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/23903.html#cutid1). Although I have no way of knowing if my dreams (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/79981.html#cutid1) are like everyone else's. They tend to be very literal..."

Crowley laughed. "Now if we do meet, I'll have to yell 'Out damn'd spot!' at him and see if he remembers." He grew thoughtful. "And perhaps it would be a bit depressing to a mortal. I find it rather comforting, though."

There was a quiet moment before the corners of his mouth twisted up. "I'm pretty damn good at a lot of things. It's amazing how much practice you can get in on something in six thousand years, even if you don't do it very often. And I won't say I'm surprised that you learned as a child. Must have been hard to keep up with three boys."

He shuddered slightly at the idea of Adam reading his thoughts. "No, I certainly wouldn't invite such a thing. I'm sorry that you did. It must have been very disconcerting." But at the telling of her secret, Crowley threw his head back and laughed. When he'd calmed down enough to speak again, he said, "Now that's a fair trade. I'm going to have to call you BD from now on..."

Pepper's dreams were usually a pretty wide range, from the very literal to things so far out there that they could have been plots for fantasy novels. "Literal. Huh." She wondered if she had been expecting something else, but found she wasn't sure. Maybe she thought he wouldn't dream at all.

She chuckled at the thought of Brian having that shouted at him by someone he didn't know. "If you ever do, you be sure to tell me how he reacts," she told him. At the thought of asking him why he found the MacBeth speech comforting, she paused, unsure if she wanted an answer. Immortality was something that she was still having trouble coming to grips with, and she figured she should ask when she felt less confused on the subject.

"Wouldn't you forget if you didn't do it that often?" she wondered aloud before smirking in spite of herself. "Oh, those three weren't the hard ones to keep up with. They knew better. It was the other ones, the taller, bigger ones that I had to deal with. Adam, Brian and Wensley sorta knew after Day One that fightin' with me would get them lots more hurt than fightin' with each other. So they stuck to beatin' each other mostly." The times they hadn't had been rather unfortunate for them.

Her mouth quirked anxiously, remembering that conversation with Adam. "Yeah, disconcertin'. And embarrassin'. I shoulda known better, but I think part a me just wanted to know if he could really do it." And then Pepper smacked Crowley lightly on the knee in warning, her mouth gaping wide open, scandalized but smiling nonetheless. "Don't you dare! That'd be one helluva thing to try an' explain if anyone heard you...." And had she been paying attention, she might have heard the front door open a bit earlier....