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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]

"Ah, excellent." Destruction grinned widely at Uriel, his water-darkened red hair dripping over his face, and casually flung the pie in his direction.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

For a moment Uriel wondered whether he was still saner than Destruction. After all, he had just challenged into a food fight an angel who not only could draw more food from thin air, but also specialized in the use of thrown weapons. After that moment he realized that it did not matter.

Wiping some of the pie from his face, Uriel miracled into being a big, creamy cake. He decided a little taste of chili into it in case the personification decided to lick some of it and threw it back at the other.

He laughed aloud, a wide grin on his still rather pie-y face. There was no doubt he was on the side of manic now -- and he could have care less.

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Destruction (possibly on purpose) fell over backwards upon reciept of PIIIE, conveniently landing next to a bowl of jelly, which he flung.