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neutral_omensDate: October 31st, 1999
Setting: Tadfield Ballroom
Status: Public
Summary: Hallowe'en party. Costumes enforced.
"You really should have brought one," Aziraphale said admonishingly as he led Gabriel down the stairs towards the decorated lobby. "And watch that stair."
Earlier, while Aziraphale was still readying the final touches on his own costume (Sherlock Holmes, the clever detective, from one of his favourite novels by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It was rather a lot of tweed), Gabriel had arrived.
Without a costume.
It was a good thing Crowley had left by this time, with only a mysterious comment about meeting the angel at the party later. Aziraphale suspected he hadn't bothered with a costume yet, and was hoping Adam wouldn't catch him.
After a few fussing moments, in which Gabriel maintained that he didn't really need a costume, as he could just take out his wings and leave it at that, and Aziraphale fussing and fretting, there was a Silence.
And then a Pop!
They both blinked at each other. Aziraphale's costume hadn't changed, but the other angel...
Gabriel was wearing a French maid outfit. One that was, as Aziraphale pointed out, eyes wide, far too short and really, were heels necessary? Then Gabriel yelped as he noticed his change in undergarments and they heard mild profanity as someone down the hall noticed the abrupt change, but Aziraphale was far too distracted calming the angel down to notice whom it could be.
It was quick to fix up Gabriel's new makeup - Adam couldn't quite manage to get the mascara on perfectly yet, and there were a few streaks as if someone mostly inexperienced had tried to do it.
"I did warn you," Aziraphale said again as they carefully navigated the next and last set of stairs, Gabriel's fingers clamped tightly on his arm.
"I didn't think I'd be forced into an apron," Gabriel said tightly.
"Well..." They entered the ballroom, and Aziraphale led Gabriel over to the nearest table. He said, "Ladies first," before he could stop himself, offering Gabriel a chair politely.
The other angel glared, a blush painting his cheeks quite fetchingly, and refused it, smoothing down the skirt. "How would I..."
"That is a very short dress, my dear," the angel said, and adjusted his pipe.
"I wonder where everyone else is."
Setting: Tadfield Ballroom
Status: Public
Summary: Hallowe'en party. Costumes enforced.
"You really should have brought one," Aziraphale said admonishingly as he led Gabriel down the stairs towards the decorated lobby. "And watch that stair."
Earlier, while Aziraphale was still readying the final touches on his own costume (Sherlock Holmes, the clever detective, from one of his favourite novels by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It was rather a lot of tweed), Gabriel had arrived.
Without a costume.
It was a good thing Crowley had left by this time, with only a mysterious comment about meeting the angel at the party later. Aziraphale suspected he hadn't bothered with a costume yet, and was hoping Adam wouldn't catch him.
After a few fussing moments, in which Gabriel maintained that he didn't really need a costume, as he could just take out his wings and leave it at that, and Aziraphale fussing and fretting, there was a Silence.
And then a Pop!
They both blinked at each other. Aziraphale's costume hadn't changed, but the other angel...
Gabriel was wearing a French maid outfit. One that was, as Aziraphale pointed out, eyes wide, far too short and really, were heels necessary? Then Gabriel yelped as he noticed his change in undergarments and they heard mild profanity as someone down the hall noticed the abrupt change, but Aziraphale was far too distracted calming the angel down to notice whom it could be.
It was quick to fix up Gabriel's new makeup - Adam couldn't quite manage to get the mascara on perfectly yet, and there were a few streaks as if someone mostly inexperienced had tried to do it.
"I did warn you," Aziraphale said again as they carefully navigated the next and last set of stairs, Gabriel's fingers clamped tightly on his arm.
"I didn't think I'd be forced into an apron," Gabriel said tightly.
"Well..." They entered the ballroom, and Aziraphale led Gabriel over to the nearest table. He said, "Ladies first," before he could stop himself, offering Gabriel a chair politely.
The other angel glared, a blush painting his cheeks quite fetchingly, and refused it, smoothing down the skirt. "How would I..."
"That is a very short dress, my dear," the angel said, and adjusted his pipe.
"I wonder where everyone else is."
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Date: 2005-12-12 12:08 am (UTC)*It should be noted that he was only taking the initiative because of his costume, although it was in spite of his mouthpiece. After all, you could hear his breathing with that thing, it was so sensitive. It made him seem all gaspy, like an asthmatic porn star.
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Date: 2005-12-13 01:50 am (UTC)"Well, not as of yet," he purred*,"but I've only just arrived."
He set the glass of wine back on the table.
"Puss," he said, as he extended a hand, "In boots.
* goes with the costume, you know...
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Date: 2005-12-15 06:09 am (UTC)There was a moment of silence as both took a drink and watched the crowd idly, and then Remus said, as mildly as possible, and more than slightly inebriated, "Perhaps, kind kitty, you'd like to dance? You'd enjoy yourself more, maybe, and it would liven up the party. Not that I think the party needs any more livening, mind you."
John took the opportunity to bump into Remus and tip over the beverages table (http://www.livejournal.com/community/neutral_omens/28810.html?thread=380042#t380042) at this moment of time, to shock of everyone else.
The boots were very heavy, and Remus found himself and cloak overbalanced, tipping right against the one and only Puss in Boots. Remus stumbled against him, and there was a moment of stillness where they were very, very close together.
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Date: 2005-12-20 03:11 am (UTC)Having had the wind knocked out of him, Sirius inhaled sharply. In a brief moment of subconscious recognition, his pupils dialated and his mouth dropped open slightly.
Uncharacteristically, he stumbled for something to say...
In a fraction of a second, he fully recovered, leading Darth Vader to the floor, and turning the graceful step of the naturally inclined.