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[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

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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[norseloki.livejournal.com]

Loki raised a glass into Michael's direction. "You're not drinking the right things, stranger," he said. "Or maybe they had gone bad. Try a dup of decent mead. No one has ever gotten sick from that."

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale gave an internal sigh of relief to see Crowley saunter in; finally, a friendly face he recognized!

"No such thing, my dear," he demured. "Simply coping with what is sure to be a horrid migraine. I'm glad you've decided to come; help yourself to some food."

[misterbkeele.livejournal.com]

Barnaby was never quite sure what to do with himself on certain calender dates. Every so often he would spend the day with the kind of disaffected youth that disdained such bourgeois conventions like holidays, but as they tended to bore him to tears within minutes, they didn't work so well to kill the time.

That said, he'd known some kind of festivity would be afoot in the manor, and he'd intended to slip out the door until it was safely over, but curiosity is a terrible affliction.

Peering in the ballroom, he thought he might have made a grave miscalculation somewhere. But now he'd made an appearance, and he'd have to be polite and hang around for a minute before he could flee again.

Barnaby sidled into the room in the opposite direction the other demon had gone, with a look of careful amiability on his face.

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel turned to get more punch, and noticed Baraq. Demon he may be, but he had never shown any inclination to tempt anyone here; indeed, Gabriel didn't think he'd actually seen him do or say anything malicious. He bit his lip before approaching the demon.

"Hello, Barnaby. Would it be bad manners to wish you a Happy Easter?"

[angelofawesome.livejournal.com]

"Mead?" Michael replied to the lithe blond man, "Did I drink mead? That sounds familiar. I don't really remember." He grabbed some fruit punch. "I think I'll stick with things that don't make me drunk. I don't like it, really." He grinned. "Not like these cheese potatoes! I like them."

[misterbkeele.livejournal.com]

"Not particularly," Barnaby said. The Messenger was... alright, he supposed. At any rate, with him there it was less likely that Michael would realize there was a (very smitable) (and unarmed) demon hanging around.

Probably.

"I assume your lot organized this?" He batted a dangling streamer away from his face. "What do rabbits being hung in effigy have to do with anything, though?"

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel shrugged. "One of the pagan customs we assimilated along the way, I suppose. Eostre's fertility cult, if I recall correctly, though I don't remember them being hung. The food is excellent, though." He gestured towards the buffet table, noting the other demon there.

That must be Crowley.

He'd have to talk to him soon; what motive could a demon have for protecting an angel? Had Aziraphael actually managed to get the demon to care for him, to truly see him as a friend?

[norseloki.livejournal.com]

Loki stood aside to watch the others interact. In particular, he let his gaze wander back and forth between the blonde stranger and Gabriel, wondern which one of them was in charge.

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale couldn't help but overhear Barnaby and he, placing a hand on Crowley's shoulder to bid him to wait before responding, shot at the demon, "Pardon me, but the bunnies were on stylish little swings complete with grass, not hung!"

Really, that had been what he was worried about, and he thought he had dodged that issue, but leave it to a demon...