Log: Ongoing

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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!
Log;

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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[oilspill-angel.livejournal.com]

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.

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"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.

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

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.

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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.

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