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!
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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Swimming was.. Fun. She hadn't had the opportunity to do so for monts, so Lyra was darting through the water, wearing the bathing suit she had bout with Zaheela.

Crowley let out a very un-demonish squack as Aziraphale latched onto his ankle, dragging him down with him. He barily had enough sense to draw his wings in before he hit the water. He hit the water with a splash, landing a couple feet away from the angel that had dragged him in. He surfaced, taking in a breath of air, though he laughed as the angel called him a fiend.

"Fiend it is!" he agreed with a grin. "I won't deny it!" And that being said, he dove under the water. However, though his goal was originally the angel, it was quickly diverted as he spotted Lyra. His grin turned to one of a shark, and he sped off through the water towards her, though she wasn't that far away.

Unfortunately for Crowley, Pantalaimon was watching from the shore. Having a part of you separate from your body could come in very handy sometimes, and Lyra quickly turned towards Crowley.

Crowley scowled. Dangit! He surfaced, breathing in a gulp of air (even though he didn't technically have to) and grinning at her. "Hey kiddo! Okay so far?"

"Yeah! I haven't gone swimming in months it's great that everything's warmed up now!" Lyra cheered.

"And there en't any monsters or people fighting or acting stupid and making themselves miserable! Everyone's enjoying themselves!"

Crowley laughed. "Gotta agree with that." he stated, with a grin. "C'mon, kiddo, why you swimmin' all the way out there?" He grasped her arm, tugging her back towards Aziraphale.

As much as the angel would have liked to enjoy the lake like the others seemed to about him, it didn’t seem to be helping very much that the weight of his soaking wings was doing a nice job of dragging him down quite a bit into the watery depths, and all his helpless splashing about wasn’t doing anything for his nerves, really. So with a bit of guilt at having left so soon, Aziraphale gracelessly floundered his merry way over to the nearest shoreline and haphazardly flopped upon the muddy banks, looking as if he were a feathery mess of seaweed.

Murmuring a soft "ngk" at his current predicament, the angel turned about until he was lying on his back, pale legs spread and muddy wings tucked inward before he sat up with a hand brushing over his left cheek at an itch, unknowingly smearing quite a bit of sodden dirt in it’s place. "Lyra, dear! Are you having fun?" Smiling all of a sudden even though he hadn’t the faintest idea that he looked a positive wreck, which was probably a good thing, Aziraphale waved happily toward the young girl and threw a glance over his shoulder, searching for White so that he could join them.

"Yeah! Lyra shouted cheerfully as she swam towards Aziraphale. Her dæmon was resting a few yards away from him, and she stepped out of the water to give Pantalaimon a sodden embrace.

"You look a fright, you know. Anyway, I'm going to see who else is here that I know!"

Crowley followed Lyra up onto the beach with an amused grin, though it was more directed at the muddy, soggy angel.

"Well, angel, if you were going to pick a place to lay down, the mud flats would NOT be it."

Pulling himself upward into a standing position rather gracelessly, the angel glanced over what little he could take in of his dismal appearance and blanched, growing rather pale. "Oh my," Aziraphale sighed a bit too loudly than good propriety would have allowed, but he was much too occupied with turning to look over the muddy damage done to his wings that were presently curled behind him, all fluffy feathers dotted here and there with patches of slimy dirt. This was certainly not very pleasant.

Crowley looked amused as the angel looked himself over. "Next time, pick a better spot to lay down in." he stated, with a smirk.

"C'mon, let's get that off of you." And so saying, he dragged the poor angel back towards the water.

Nill greeted them, swimming around in the water, she wasn't that far from her teacher and she had spotted them nearby...How could she not say hello?

Well...maybe more of wave. She stayed in the water, finding her two-piece bathing suit a little bit embarassing to be walking on land with.

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