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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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[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.