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Date: April 20, 2003
Status: Public
Setting: The ballroom
Summary: Happy Easter, everyone!

Easter/Spring Equinox Party
Manor Ballroom
Refreshments Provided
Meet your housemates+

Aziraphale had posted the sign in the main entrance, right by Ms. Hodges' desk.

And now he was incredibly nervous. Would anyone show up? Would anyone who showed up actually enjoy themselves? He had spent all night cooking and was confident that if nothing else the food was good - deviled eggs, ham, cheese potatoes, pineapple casserole, vegetable mix - but the decorations were awfully... bright...

He crossed his fingers and chose to occupy himself by staring at the ballroom's music system, pondering what sort of music he ought to be playing.

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Crowley was not going to participate in a conversation where the subject matter had anything even remotely to do with rabbits, Easter or otherwise. In point of fact, he wasn't sure why he was there in the first place, what with the various angels around. And then there was the other demon.

Perhaps now would be a good time to have a chat. Crowley narrowed his eyes (under his dark shades, so no one but Aziraphale would know the gesture) and focused his attention on Barnaby. "Ssso. I'd like a short…private word with my...coworker."

Barnaby's heart dropped to somewhere in the lower mantle of the Earth: Ohfrickwhatdoeshewant.

"By all means," he said, putting the glass down and tucking his hands in his pockets. "Although surely whatever you have to say is fit for polite company?" He nodded his head at the others.

Crowley gave him a cool look in return. "Probably not."

Aziraphale pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to stave off a migraine. "Be polite," he murmured to Crowley a little hopelessly.

Edited 2010-05-19 01:32 (UTC)

Michael miracled his plate of food into a bowl of popcorn and began munching happily, incredibly amused. That was the fun bit about demons; all the infighting made his job a lot easier. These two were rather equal in power, too, although the one in the suit was more experienced.

He hoped they fought it out right here. That would be the best Easter present ever.*

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* Not quite true. Like ~~all~~ most angels, Michael is a huge fan of chocolate and squeals in joy when gifted with an enormous hunk of chocolate in his Easter basket.

"Ah. That's a pity. Very well, after you." He gave Aziraphale a perfectly guileless look. "Don't worry, this shouldn't take a moment."

The festivities had not escaped Trilby's notice; he had, in fact, intended on using this time to investigate the manor more thoroughly while the inhabitants were occupied. On the other hand, what better place to observe everyone?

He entered the ballroom just as two men (http://community.livejournal.com/lt_safe_house/25992.html) left. He glanced at their stiff backs, then at the faces of those still there.

"I assume I missed something?"

Aziraphale responded to the newcomer, "Only a good deal of posturing and proof that no matter how old you are, you can still act like a young boy who doesn't want to share a toy."

Of course Aziraphale was flattered that Crowley was being so possessive, but that didn't mean he could actually admit that out loud.

He beamed. "But welcome to the party, my name is Aziraphale and I'm something of the host, and feel free to help yourself to refreshments!"

"Ah," Trilby said dryly. "Boys will be boys?"

He cast a glance around the faces, unfamiliar but for Ms. Hodges and Loki. Ideally he would have idled in the background to get a feel for these people first, out of sight, but these rooms were so brightly lit he was surprised none of them was getting an indoor tan.

"My compliments to you, then, as the host," he said. "I've been led to expect such things, but that is an unusual name you have."

Gabriel watched the two demons leave, thoughtfully. Beelzebub, not surprisingly, hadn't showed up yet, and Gabriel wondered when he would make his move.

He nodded to the new arrival, and waited for him to introduce himself. The Angel of Birth knew perfectly well that his name was Malcolm, but humans tended to be unnerved by strangers knowing their names.

"I think you all have me at a disadvantage," he said. "I've been here about a week and I haven't met most of you. Jon Robie, I'm a writer."

Odd. He could understand women's last names changing, but this was strange. Still, it wasn't the first time, and the man must have his own reasons.

He held out his hand. "I'm Gabriel."

Aziraphale felt a little awkward now. He did typically introduce himself to humans with the name Ezra, but he'd forgotten himself around all these people who weren't humans and thus knew his actual name. Oh well, too late now.

"It's been odder," he murmured, colouring. Really, Aziraphael? Five syllables? Oh well.

Michael pouted as the two demons sauntered outside. "There goes my Easter," he muttered, vaguely hoping that Beelzebub would walk in so he could kick his arse.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," he said, shaking Gabriel's hand. "What do you do in the world, Gabriel?" He had to be still in school or just out of it, from his age.

"No matter," he added to Aziraphale, noting his discomfort.

"The feeling is mutual," Gabriel responded. "I'm the librarian at this Manor, and I also enjoy travelling. What genre do you write in?"

Loki had kept well back, listening to the conversation unfold. However, the two men leaving would probably give some more interesting information than the ones still there. How important could something be that one discussed among a handful of strangers?

He silently made his exit, hoping to still see where the two were headed.

Aziraphale felt awkward and so began cleaning up the food. making sure that all of the little spills were tidied.

"You're not putting the food away, are you?" Michael demanded, terrified.

Aziraphale had to chuckle. "No, dear, just tidying up."

He resisted the laugh at Michael's audible sigh of relief.

"A variety," he said. "Some murder mystery, some horror... I doubt you'd have seen anything by a J. Robie, though, I used to write under a pen name," he added. That, at least, flirted with the truth. "What of you? What places have you been to?"

"Oh? What are their titles?"

Gabriel thought about it. "Actually, the only places I haven't been to are... the United States, most of Eastern Europe, Antarctica, the Arctic Circle, New Zealand, and parts of South Africa. I hope to see New Zealand soon, though, I hear that it's beautiful."

Aziraphale's interest was now piqued; not by Gabriel, but by Mr. Robie. "Yes, I happen to have an extensive collection of books," he chimed in. "Perhaps I might own something of yours? That would be an interesting coincidence."

Michael was starting to feel something like full when he looked down and noticed that there wasn't any ham left.

Or potatoes.

Or... or that something-or-another that'd been made.

Certainly he hadn't eaten all of it! It was just a coincidence that most of it was now gone and Michael's stomach felt marginally full for the first time since he'd arrived. Why, that Duncan guy had eaten some as well, and so had that Joe guy, and the others had all taken small plates too, so...

Maybe someone had stolen it!

Knowing he was going to get blamed for the food shortage, Michael started to slide away, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Edited 2010-07-15 21:09 (UTC)

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YES, TRILBY, WHAT WERE THE TITLES OF YOUR BOOKS? ;P