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wensleydale

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Date: October 22, 1999 - 7pm
Status: Private - The Them
Setting: Wensley's room
Summary: The Them are spying...

Footsore but happy, Adam returned to Wensley's room at 7 o'clock. He'd walked all over the Manor and listened in to a lot of conversations during the past few hours, and from the looks of things people were quite excited about the party. So was Adam.

He knocked on the door again eagerly.

"Wens? Open up! I've got lots to tell you..."

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"As do I you..."

Wensley walked up the corridor quickly, bemused by the sight of Adam knocking on his empty door. Walking past him to unlock the door, he ushered his friend into the room.

"Well?" he asked, settling on the bed. "You first."

Adam grabbed the lone straight-backed chair in Wensley's room, spun it around, and straddled it backwards, beaming at his friend on the bed.

"Okay, well I know that Ha...Hugo and Draco are gonna go together. I heard that in the bar a while ago. They haven't picked their costumes yet, but they'll have 'em. I also found Aziraphale and Gabriel talkin' about it and I think they're goin' together. They were discussin' their costumes but it was just the detail stuff so I couldn't really figure out what they'll be. That's all right, though. As long as they have 'em we can mark them off our list." He peered at Wensleydale. "We do have a list, right?"

"Yep, right here..." Wensley reached into his brest pocket, pulling out a neatly folded sheet of bright yellow paper. "Um. Mr. Crowley and that blond fellow, the one who smokes- Mr. Constantine, that's his name- are going together. I'm not quite sure as what, but they're definitely dressing up. Then there's this one blonde lady, she's quite new here. You wouldn't happen to know her, would you? I think she might be going as Joan of Arc. And the barkeeper, Belial, is going as Cleopatra. He hasn't got anyone going with him, so far as I know." He copied the people Adam had listed onto his sheet.

"Are we missing anyone?"

Adam laughed. "Good ol' Wensley. Always got a list! Crowley and John, huh?" He shook his head slightly. "Oh, that blonde lady is Luna Lovegood."

He watched Wensley note that down.

"We're missing lots of folks. I'm pretty sure Newt and Anathema will go together. And Hastur and Ligur. I know that Ligur's got a costume," he smiled, "but I don't know 'bout anyone else. Put little check marks next to Anathema, Newt, Crowley, John, and Hastur so we think up costumes for them. Okay, lemme think who's left..."

He thought for a few minutes. "Right. Well, here's who I think we should put together and tell me what you think... How about Beel and Meta, Luna and Warlock, Michael and Raphael, Roman and Sirius, Mr. Wednesday and War, and Belial and Sister Mary? That leaves us with six left, but if we put you all into pairs, there'd be somebody who wasn't real happy. So how about you, Bri, and Pep all go together and then Dr. Alabaster, Dr. Sable, and Poll?" He sighed. "And we've gotta think up costumes for all those people except for Luna. Do you know what you're wearin' yet?"

"Those pairs sound fine. Only...do you have any idea where Brian and Pepper are? I haven't seen them for weeks. Right, costume ideas. Well, it'd have to be something that's embarrassing, or totally different from what their personality's like. No way," he stopped for a moment, trying to convey how little interest he had in dressing up. "It's Stupid, Adam, really stupid."

"It's not stupid!" exclaimed Adam, slightly hurt. "It's Halloween. You're supposed to dress up. I mean, what's the point of celebratin' holidays if you don't do it properly? Everyone else is wearin' them... So you can darn well pick one for yourself or let me do it, but I promise you won't like it if I do."

He ran his hands through his hair and looked at his startled friend.

"I'm sorry, Wens. It's just important to me. And so are you. Won't you please do it for me? I'll have Brian and Pep do it, too, wherever they are, and you won't hafta do it alone..."

Wensley sighed. He may act like a stick in the mud, but one thing he hated more than anything was seeing his friends sad. "Fine, I'll dress up," he muttered, feeling better when Adam perked up like a dog offered a bone. "I'm not choosing my own costume, though, so you'll have to come up with something. You know I don't have a very good imagination."

"Now, back to those costumes..."

"Oh, I got imagination all right," declared Adam. "I got lots of imagination. I'll pick a great costume for you!"

He looked at the list. "Now for these folks, why don't we start with..."

And the two boys whispered into the night.

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