tampered | Log: Ongoing

When; Tuesday feb 27, All day
Rating; Who knows? I mean... We'll start at PG for silliness...
Characters; Anyone and everyone Invited, and thensome. (AKA, open to all)
Summary; They had planned a lake party, and g'dimmit, they were gonna have one!
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Zaheela rubbed her eyes sleepily as she focused on guiding Eisen to the Lake. She had forced herself awake from her potion induced state to open the door for Smee and Nill and spent the last few hours preparing the food. Meats for grilling, vegetables, salads, drinks, fruit dishes, sweets, a plethora of treats, enough food to feed the city, or at least a good number of heavy eaters. Knowing full well that Faye and Greed had said they were coming, she also had stored away a good amount of alcohol in the cart. Towels had been folded, batteries inserted into a portable radio with spares tucked away, blankets too, she had thought of anything they could need. She was only glad it was sunny today.

The swimsuit was uncomfortable under her clothes, being unused to wearing such cloth, but she had assumed it would be improper for her to do as she normally did. The lake appeared, as Cobray had said and she let out a girlish giggle. Water! FISH! WATER! Eeeee! As soon as they were close, she ran ahead, pulling off pants and shirt, tossing them to Eisen, who with a sigh, caught thim in his beak. He was far too used to his master and her love of water. He watched as she ran into the water clad in her bathing suit and dove in. She had forgotten she was supposed to help set up... Silly master.

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Stiffening in surprise at first, White nevertheless nearly instinctively relaxed once Aziraphale started speaking. The angel was disturbingly good at doing that---just making him trust. It was both scary and gladdening, in a way. He could trust Zira, and he could trust Crowley (as far as one could trust any demon), and--

Well. White liked them.

"S-sorry," he whispered, making an effort to strengthen his voice somewhat. "I'm just not used to this s-sort of thing.." No pollution, he had to remind himself--no trash on the shoreline, no sludge in the water.. and no diseases, either.

It was all just a little overwhelming.

All the same, flawless white fingers lifted, brushing over the backs of the angel's hands in a sort of shy affection, and the boy offered a fragile smile over his shoulder.

Crowley stiffened slightly, and attempted to tell himself not to get pissy. Jeez, the two of them...didn't have a clue. Well, there was one way for revenge. He grinned, saunturing over to the two of them.

"That's alright. You just gotta try it a couple times." he stated, reaching out to ruffle the pale Horseman's hair. "But...in the mean time..." His grin turned decidedly wicked, and he reached down with almost blurred speed and snatched up Aziraphale, tossing the angel over his shoulder and making a run for the lake.

Zaheela barely was able to get out of the way as Crowley ran past her, her gaze startled before getting out of the water, hair dripping and sitting down beside the horseman. Her pendant glew green for a moment but it was hardly noticed.

"I hope you'll enjoy yourself today. I mean we did plan this day for fun and all." She smiled softly, her eyes glimmering before turning to watch the angel and the demon.

Beyond words to properly formulate how delighted he was at the divine comfort he had offered being accepted with such ease from the other, the mild expression upon Aziraphale’s face visibly brightened as a grateful warmth was all but exuded from his form, a fond smile growing by the passing minute. "That’s right, dear. Don’t worry! We’re right here with y—" Startled, the angel wailed at the abrupt change of direction once he was thrown over the demon’s shoulder, though he couldn’t help the amused giggle that bubbled forth as he waved enthusiastically over at both White and Zaheela, just in case he would require to assure them that this was something his counterpart rather enjoyed doing, thanks to his possessive nature.

"Ah, dear—? Do put me down for a—what are you—?" Frowning just a bit as he proceeded to assess this latest predicament, Aziraphale pulled back a bit in order to snatch a glance at his capture’s expression, decidedly befuddled by the whole thing and trying his best to understand why he would be heading to a particular direction by the lake. Water, the angel thought with a sudden gasp, unable to help throwing a considerably widened blue gaze toward the lake coming up toward them as he began to shout pleas of desperate and highly amused mercy, throwing a hand upon his brow. "Oh, you horrid demon, you! You’ll not throw me into the depths of the seas!"

Staring after them in shock, White for a moment was so startled that he couldn't even blink (not as if he needed to or anything--it was the principle). But once he realised what Crowley was doing, he couldn't help but crack a vaguely-amused smile. Poor Zira.

"Mm--?" he inquired, a small noise in his throat, and turned to glance at Zaheela with colourless eyes. The smile turned shy again, and the boy wound his hands in his tshirt to give them something to do. "I'm s-sure I will," he whispered, eyes curving up as he tried not to convey his sheer terror at being left behind while Crowley and Zira went into the water. Though.. Zaheela wasn't exactly a stranger, so really--he had no reason to be nervous.

"I l-like watching them," he added after a moment, making a limp gesture toward the angel and the demon.

"Yes, it's quite amusing to see them like this." She purred, her aura calm. The earth under her shifted uncomfortably as she stretched her tail. She glanced at white before smiling.
"I don't bite." She teased, patting his shoulder. Slowly she got up, wringing her hair and flipping it over her shoulder.
"I suppose I should start cooking though. We're gathering a small crowd now, and they'll be hungry." She stated before turning towards the small cooking area and softly hummed under her breath.

Crowley laughed, almost a cackle, as he raced toward the lake.

"You cannot escape now, angel! Evil shall triumph!" And to proove his point, he unfurled his wings, jumping a bit into the air and hovering over the water before dropping Az down into the lake.

Truth be told, the angel hadn’t necessarily been the biggest fan of anything largely water related since a particularly violent thunderstorm had swept throughout London’s West End, taking with it a good few priceless book editions and leaving behind a considerably distraught immortal being. But, after all had been said and done, he wasn’t precisely adverse to the prospect of getting a little wet though for some odd reason he hadn’t had the foresight to know that it would have been a fairly intelligent move to have changed into something a bit more appropriate for such excursions, for the practically ancient light colored swim trunks he had guiltily miracled into existence were not all that, er—fashionably pleasant to some, at present?

Mildly unaware of these minor things, Aziraphale made a desperate last attempt before his inevitable demise by way of grasping onto Crowley’s ankle and giving a hard tug to pull him down into the water along with him, the splash rather violent as he went under, white feathery wings expanding beneath the surface in order to help the angel upward for he’d never been that good of a swimmer, really. "You—you fiend, you!" Splashing about like a drowned little bird, the angel glances about with wide eyes in order to find the demon, giggling despite his commanding tone.

[ooc: I moved us down to play with Lyra, darling~~<3]

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