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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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The Bar is in the Restaurant, yes?

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna had woken up rather late this morning, as she had been up late last night trying to get her Arithmancy sums correct within an hour of the setting moon. She made her way down to the little restaurant on the first floor without incident. Not that she was expecting any incidents, prankful or otherwise, to occur.

Yawning hugely, she opened the door to the restaurant, and was greeted with a bucketful of green jelly. A bucketful of green jelly that had, more precisely, fallen on her head. She blinked, mouth still open in mid-yawn. Luna touched her cheek with a finger that came away green. She stared at her finger for a moment. Then she placed her fingertip in her mouth, licking the goo off.

"Mmm. Lime. My favourite."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam walked in, hands over his ears, and neatly sidestepped the rigged buckets of jelly. Catching sight of Luna and Destruction on the floor, he laughed.

"Hey there!" he yelled, grinning. "Did you do this?"

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

There were very few things that Wednesday liked less than getting up the morning after he had drank a little too much Jimmy Beam.

But as 'We Are the Champions' played loudly throughout the Manor, he relized that this was, indeed, worse.

Someone would pay for the indignity of playing 'And bad mistakes... I've made a few' after he has just woken up with the worst hangover since prohibition.

He walked into the bar and... Big Surprise, there was Destrution. He saw the red-head grinning at a girl and talking to the antichrist. The banana peels, jello, rollerskates, and waxed string reminded him of his last get-together with Freyja, but realizing that fertility godesses just weren't that kinky anymore, he figured it must have some other meaning.

He stepped gingerly into the room, (or as gingery as a 6'+ muscley old god can) only to have a rake flip up from the floor and whack him in the head. With unexpeted trajectory, his glass eyeball flew through the air, landing in, what else? but a glass full of anonymous liquor that must have been left out from the night before. Covering the empty socket he yelled at Destruction. "So what's the occaison, Kjöt Höfuð?"

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel did not sleep, so he couldn't be woken up. However, he definitely noticed the overly loud music that crashed through the Manor, and winced. At first he chose to ignore it just like he could ignore coldness, for example. It worked. (The tiny musical part of him may have reacted to Israfel's voice by improving his hearing, but as far as he was concerned, this was not music, the opinions of most of the human world aside.)

Then, however, he registered a change in the lack of sound his senses were currently directing into his consciousness. Returning his hearing to about normal, he noticed that the music had been changed into something far less loud. Apparently somebody had interfered. Hmm.

Curiosity was one of his major traits. Therefore, he soon found himself walking towards the source of the noise (his mind still wasn't categorizing it as music). As he got nearer to the lobby he could sense several auras there. Two he vaguely recognized as belonging to his brother and Destruction -- somehow, he was not surprised in the least. Then there was a soul aura with a hint of magic in it -- a wizard or a witch, then -- and... And Adam. Ah, yes, Adam.

He opened the door and stared at the scene in front of him. Everything else he would have accepted easily -- even the fact that Wednesday had apparently misplaced his glass eye; after all, Destruction was around -- but seeing the Antichrist covered in red jelly was a bit too much even for him. "What exactly is going on here, if I may ask?" he asked in what he hoped was a calm voice, taking a step forward at the same time.

That was a mistake. The step, that is. His attention entirely on the other occupants of the room -- especially Adam -- he failed to notice the conveniently placed banana peel his foot was just about to land on. And did land on.

Angels are by nature graceful creatures. However, it is quite hard not to be about to fall when the floor -- or what's supposed to be the floor but has taken the form of a banana peel -- slides away from under your foot. As Uriel found the floor nearing his face too quickly to be comfortable his instincts did everything they could to keep him from completing the fall. It didn't work.

So, Uriel landed on his face on the floor, full angel wings spread wide, failed in their task of keeping him upright or at least slowing down his fall.