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[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

When: April 1st, 4 am
Where: The lobby, bar and surrounding corridors.
Who: EVERYBODY DANCE NOW
Why: I emo'd up my own lj for april fools, but I kind of wanted to get something going here, too. Yes, I know it's april 2nd.

Water balloons - check. Thingies which make amusing noises when stepped/sat on - check. Bucket of jelly carefully balanced on every door (and windows propped open for use in circumnavigating said doors) - check. Variety of booby traps on the floor in the style of rakes to be stepped on and banana skins - check.

Destruction put the final finishing touches on the fake spiders hanging from the ceiling and grinned. All was set. Within a few hours, everybody was going to wake up, and most probably head down this way, where they would hopefully walk into his trap.

He made his way round to the stereo he'd hooked up with all those tripwires and selected a tape. It was Queen. In fact, looking through the box, it seemed that ALL the tapes were Queen. "Huh," Destruction muttered, wondering if someone else weren't playing April Fools jokes as well, then shrugged and put in the tape. Setting the volume to the loudest setting he climbed out onto a window ledge and settled down to wait...

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[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

In Wednesday's mind, cream pie was right up there with mead in his list of dis-likes. Thinking quickly he remembered Charm Number Five, catching the pie mid-air before it hit him. Unfortunately, he had been so wrapped up in catching the pie, that he didn't notice that a second was coming, which hit him in the chest. That was the last straw. It was his favorite grey silk suit! Roaring in rage, he reached into the pie and took out big globs, hurling them at everything that moved. Destruction, Luna, Adam... none excaped his pie-laden wrath! He accidently hit Uriel, too, but the angel didn't seem too put out, merely chuckling a little at his brother's sudden snap and handed him another pie.

"Thanks, brother," said Wednesday as he flung more pie guts around the room.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel merely chuckled as Wednesday accidentally hit him with some pie. Well, his brother certainly seemed as eager to participate in this fight as he was. With some pie still on his face -- and some jelly on his robes; he had managed to avoid being hit with the bowl Destruction had thrown but it had shattered on the floor, spreading the jelly all around -- he merely handed the old god another pie.

"Anytime, Wednesday," he replied calmly, noticing that half-melted ice cream cones made for great throwing weapons and practicing his skills with this new weapon on Destruction and whoever else happened to be nearby. "Isn't that what brothers are for? Helping you spread chaos -- and pie -- all around?"

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

"Hear hear to that!" Destruction boomed cheerfully, licking cream off his face. "Also, jelly." He added, wiping some off Adam and squishing it into Wednesday's hair.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna shrieked in terrified enjoyment as she tried to avoid the various foodstuffs being thrown around the room. Summoning what seemed to be a bowl of mashed potatoes, presumably from the kitchen, she flung them willy-nilly, and danced back to avoid the jelly bowl. Unfortunately, she got hit by a well-aimed scoop of ice-cream, and the resulting cold almost caused her to leap ten feet in the air. Quickly Summoning up some mushed peas, she flung it in the direction of the ice-cream, before sliding to the ground behind a table, exhausted.

Licking the glob of ice-cream absently from her face, she said, "Mmm. This chocolate's not bad." Then the implcation of what she said hit her. Standing up, she yelled, "I can speak again!", only to be hit in the face by cake.

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday scraped the jelly out of his hair and beard. Damn- that would take forever to get out! Well, all the more reason for payback. Pies weren't really his style, though, so in the end he runed into existance a pair of Herring. What does an old god do with a pair of herring in a situation like this? I hear you ask. Well, have you ever seen the Monty Python sketch 'the fish slapping dance?' Well, they stole it from the Vikings. Thats right. Vikings used to hit eachother with fish...

Swinging the blubbery herrings this way and that, Wednesday managed to smack jsut about everyone and everything in the bar. Not hard, but enough to remind everyone that they had, indeed, been smacked by herrings.

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday gave Uriel a smile. Indeed, what were brothers for if not for occasional mischief and good times? Materializing another herring, he threw it to Uriel. "See what you can do with that, angel," then, weilding one herrible like a sword, Wednesday yelled 'Touche!" and attempted to poke Uriel with his fish, only to be blocked by a sneaky thrust from Uriel.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel grinned as he was handed a herring. He might have been better with throwing things, but he certainly wasn't absolutely incompetent in the art of swordfight, either. In fact, he was quite good in it, and even if his weapon was now a fish rather than a true sword, he did manage to block Wednesday's attack.

"Getting slow at our old age, hm?" he asked, completely ignoring the fact that he was, in fact, older than his brother. After all, he had been there before there was actual time.

He was an angel, and rather pure even for one of his kind. Therefore, he usually fought fairly. However, this wasn't just a usual fight, and he had learnt quite a lot of tricks from all the demons he had fought with. And now he was going to use a couple of them.

A bucket of ice cold water was suddenly emptied on Wednesday's head. Cold water hardly was a new experience to the Norse god, but at least it distracted him for a moment. And, during that moment, Uriel attacked with his herring.

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday let out an enraged bellow as the contents of the bucket emptied out over his head, momentarily stunned by the shock the cold water had on his system. With a shake of his head, water went flying in all directions, half-soaking the rest of the people in the room.

Suddenly, he felt the cold slap of fish against his side. Oh, that did it. The angel was going to get it now. Giving a berserker cry, Wednesday charge Uriel, herrings in hand, getting in one good smack before the angel managed to un-herring his right hand. Pulling himself up, he perried his remaining herring like a foil, ready to do battle with his brother.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel laughed, a vaguely insane-ish laugh that would have never passed his lips under usual circumstances. However, the circumstances were anything but usual at the moment. There perhaps was no more jelly-covered Antichrist in the room, but any moment he spent herring-fighting with his brother could not be considered ordinary. No that he minded it, of course.

After a moment of herring-fighting while receiving about as much blows as he handed out -- after all, they were both warriors, and fairly good, too -- he decided that the battle was too small-scale. Therefore, he miracled a couple of herrings more, tossing them at Destruction and the little witch. "Come on, join tha battle!" he exclaimed happily.

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Destruction grinned and caught the fish. "But you two are so fun to watch!" He said, striking a fencing pose. "On guard!"

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna raised her eyebrows as Odin started smacking around with herring and let out a small yelp of surprise as one of the herrings hit her. "Ack! Fish attack!" she yelled, grinning.

Watching with amusement as Uriel and Odin practiced their fish-manship on one another, she was surprised again as Uriel conjured up a couple more herrings out of thin air, and threw one at her. Luna tried to catch it, but unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on your point of view), it slipped out of her hands. It slithered along the floor like a live thing, ending up under a table. Luna was never very good with seafood. Grasping the herring by the tail, she made her way back to the other three, flapping the herring ineffectually as she tried to imitate the duo's, or rather, trio's, swordfish-fighting moves.

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday weilded the herring with abandon. This manor was enough to make a war-god go mad! Even though no one would die from this battle, he was enjoying himself, allowing his true warrior spirit to flame. He was also very impressed with his blood-brother's skill at handling himself in battle.

"Your not nearly the pansy I pegged you for, angel!" Wednesday bellowed (but in good humor), neatly blocking Destruction's jab and nearly de-fishing the little witch.

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

"OH REALLY!!" Destruction cried conjuring another fish out of thin air and smacking it into the back of Uriel's head. "How about I peg YOU?!" He turned the fish which had been parriewd into a peg and aimed for Wednesday's nose.

[ooc: O RLY? ...sorry.]

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday say the mad gleam in Destruction's eyes and his own grey eye flamed with the same light. Ducking Desturction's onslaught, the peg did not wedge itself up his nose, but rather bonked his forehead. "I know an old Russian god that would show you how to really place a peg." For a moment, Wednesday considered changing his fish into a large, Mjollnir-esque hammer and really showing Destruction and thing or two about wooden pegs, but the memory of Mjollnir's owner sobered him. Stepping back from the battle for a minute, he took a long draught from the beer that contained his eye. "This reminds me of the Great Herring War," he said, trying to distract the others just as much as himself. "You never did see so many flying herring as those battles."

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

"Ah, I remember." Destruction nodded. "I popped in for a bit when that meeting hall collapsed under the weight of all the fish on its roof. Place stunk to high heaven."

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday nodded along with Destruction. "Did it ever. Holy Ghost in a tree, it took years before I could even look at a herring again without being sick."

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes?" Destruction grinned. "How about... eating one!" He cried suddenly, lunging for Odin's mouth with the fish in his hand.

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday smacked the mackeral out of Destructions hands just in time to avoid eating a very different type of sushi.

"You first," he bellowed, attempting the same move on Destruction, only to have Destruction duck out of the way. Wednesday stepped on a roller skate and went rolling across the room and out through the bar door.

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

"Bwaha!" Destruction giggled. "I knew I left those there for a reason. Now, for you -" he turned to Uriel, grabbing the fish from the ground. "Have at thee!"

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel had watched the battle between Destruction and his brother with great amusement. However, when Wednesday rolled out of sight, it was apparently his turn to join the battle properly again.

"You'll pay for that!" he bellowed, attacking Destruction fiercely with his fish. "Only I am allowed to do such a thing to my brother!"

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry, mate," Destruction said with a grin, "We've been thwacking each other with marine life for centuries!"

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

"Oh dear." said Luna, in a manner only surprised Lunas can express, as she watched the old one-eyed man roll out the door. Cocking her head to the side as she inspected the scene of carnage in front of her, she decided that there was probably no hope of her getting any food out of the restaurant's kitchen today, promptly roasted the herring in her hand, and ate it.

"Thiff iff quite good," swallow "you know." said Luna.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps," Uriel replied, "but now I am around!" And, to punctuate his point, he miracled into being a couple of fish more. Or a couple of hundreds, rather. Right above Destruction's head.

Not that they stayed above him for too long.

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you-" Destruction spluttered. "Well, fine. There's nothing wrong with three-way fish-splattering!" And with that he began picking the little fish off his clothing, one by one, and flinging them at Uriel much like one does a pea with a spoon.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

With a wave of her wand, Luna turned all the herring aimed in her direction into kippers, which immediately lost their momentum and fell to the floor. Soon, a large pile of fish blocked Luna from sight. Picking up a kipper, Luna continued her breakfast. There were still a few herrings flopping about near her though, and picking one up, she deftly heaved it in Uriel's direction. Yet another was aimed directly at Destruction, and Luna's aim was usually true.