http://entropyoptimism.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] entropyoptimism.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] neutral_omens2006-04-02 07:12 am

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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...

[identity profile] radishesncorks.livejournal.com 2006-05-02 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com 2006-05-03 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Uriel instinctively brought his wings to shield himself. So it was throwing things now, eh? Well, in that he was an expert. Sure, he could hardly claim to be able to cause as much general chaos as Destruction, but really, little fish weren't that that different from daggers. They only caused less actual harm to anyone.

Therefore, he answered Destruction's rain of fish with one of his own, enjoying every second of it.

Continuing from Luna's above post

[identity profile] radishesncorks.livejournal.com 2006-05-19 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
Then quitely, with not so much as a snicker, Luna snuck away from behind the mound of fish, and made it past the restaurant doors without either of the two man-shaped beings spotting her.

Let's wrap this up

[identity profile] bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Uriel noticed that Destruction and he were pretty much the only ones left. And, although he was indeed having fun, it wasn't even nearly as fun with only the two of them. Time for his to make his leave.

Miracling a rain of little fish to distract Destruction for a while, he left the lobby with one last snicker.

He didn't remember to tuck his wings back in on his way to his room.