tampered | Log: Ongoing

Current Mood: giddy
Current Location: Lakeside
Current Music: Orson - No Tomorrow

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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Renge had wanted desperately to make a super entrance. She dreamt it out in a beautiful scene: A huge tree by the lake, people--Masaki--climbing in the branches, and suddenly it would split in half and open as she rose on a spinning platform! He would fall from the branches and land at her feet, and look up at her with those eyes---

Despite the fact that in this City she was no longer the rich little princess who always got everything she wanted, the look on her face and she walked towards the lake was sublime. Twirling her parasol and humming contentedly, she approached the lakeside and looked into the crystal waters, pleased and content. She couldn't wait for the party to get started; she would make so many new friends!

Oh no. He was horribly lost again. This whole joke was seriously getting old. All the while, Kuro and Shiro were on his shoulders, making fun of him. After being about 15 minutes he showed up, his eyebrows scrunched up in frustration. Quickly though, it all left him as he saw everyone. And then there she was. He waved his hand excitedly, a broad smile across his face.

"Renge-chaaaaaaan~!"

She frowned as she reappeared, her hair drying from being out of the water. She watched as Cobray shifted Mokoto from his arms to rest under the shade on one of the many blankets. Other then blood loss, the girl was fine, but it irked her. She grumbled before flicking hair over her shoulder and headed back into the water. She dove, letting her body cut through the water like a knife.

Zaheela dove as deep as she dared before stopping and hovering in the water. Her hair swirled around her and her eyes caught the shape of fish darting below and turned in the water so that she could see the sun from under the water. A moment or two of staring and she surfaced again.

Crowley grinned, hands in the pockes of his shorts as he saunted towards the lake. At least it was a nice day, if nothing else! He turned to look over his shoulder at Lyra and Az and Pollution, sending them all a grin.

"C'mon, you slowpokes!" he called back, yellow eyes glinting over the rim of his sunglasses.

"Slowpoke this!" She yelled, suddenly catching sight of Crowley and sending a powerful splash of water at the man. She smirked. Payback for his sneak attack.

Crowley yelped, flipping back and away from the water, though it wasn't quite in time to get out of the way completely. In fact, he ended up getting his whole lower torso drenched.

"Hey!"

She just snickered.
"Slowpoke!" And with that she dove under the water again, streaking off like a silver fish.

Pollution--or White, as he preferred to be called--tended to do one of two things where he went. Either he faded utterly into the background, or he stood out like a skinny white flame. --In this place, so strangely clean and untouched, it was rather the latter. He'd gone down to linen pants and a tshirt, at least, but there was no getting him into swim trunks. He thought it was weird. --He had made an effort to be more human in appearance, as well, so the smell of chemicals had dampened down to a faint, sickly-sweet scent like rotting fruit, and his skin, when touched, was soft and entirely normal. He'd pulled his hair back into a ponytail, the shorter strands falling in his eyes and around his face.

When Crowley and the others moved onto the shore, the Horseman lingered behind, fingers caressing a tree-trunk and pretending he didn't notice when it began to dry out and rot beneath his touch.

He was shy. He didn't know any of those people, and this would be one of the first times ever that he would actually be.. noticed. He didn't know what to do---maybe he should go back?

But before he could talk himself into fleeing, he found his feet moving him forward, hesitant steps toward the demon and the angel.

He was going to do his best not to ruin the picnic for everyone.

Crowley shook himself off, making his body temperature heat up and drying off his trousers without setting on fire. Now THAT trick had taken several years to perfect. He looked over his shoulder towards Pollution, flashing the Horseman a grin.

"C'mon, Pollution! Why you hidding back there?"

The angel had been watching their newest addition, unable to really shake the habit of playing the part of the guardian even after it had been such an enormously long time since he had been legally assigned the position, never really able to shake his own divine instinct all too well in the first place. So, once they had all come to a relatively collective pause in their journey to the lake for that day’s excursions, Aziraphale couldn’t help the sudden familiar urge that overcame him to simply prance up behind White at the shy disposition he appeared to be stuck within, tucking his arms over the other’s shoulders and smiling rather fondly over at him, simply bursting with thankfulness that they had made a new or old friend, again.

"My dear, we’d love to have you join us! It’s going to be fun, today!" Blinking, the angel cuddled up against the horseperson’s cheek to help him become more comfortable with a point toward the lake, hoping that he would indeed wish to come along with them and have a good enough time that he wouldn’t have to worry so much about his companion, who would certainly be showing up any day now.

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.

A picnic.

When was the last time Captain Jas. Hook had even entertained the idea of one? As a pirate king, such things were hardly ever a possibility. The closest thing to a picnic at sea would be some sort of din on the main deck, or perhaps if in port, a visit to the local tavern. But an honest-to-Hades picnic?

He actually couldn't recall ever going to one. Definitely not after he had started attending Eton, only Lucifer knew how many years ago. A fleeting thought was cast to his Auntie Em, a woman he expected was probably dead by now, but quickly pushed aside. This was no time to be lingering over the past. Though, what it was the time for-- Hook was unsure to that either. In fact, he wasn't even positive why he had agreed to come.

Perhaps to humour Smee.
Perhaps because, deny it as he would, James Matthew was still there, and as a child-- he wanted to play.

Either way, the blackavised man was present. Sans coat and hat-- the former the weather too warm for, the latter still missing-- in only a off-white poet's shirt and black britches. It had taken them a little while longer to get there, he and his first mate, and Jas couldn't help but arch an eyebrow as the sight that greeted them was a certain demon with his angel over his shoulder, sprinting for the lake.

Smee jogged to catch up with the Pirate Captain, just in time to see Crowley go sprinting past, Aziraphale on his shoulder.

He laughed, looking up at Hook.

"B-b-better to start with a b-b-b-ang then, eh Captain?" he asked. The little pirate was obviously in quite a good mood.

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!"

Renge heard her name being called, and turned fast enough for the braid to whip out behind her. "Masaki-kun~!" Her face lit up with delight, and she ran towards him, dropping her parasol. Her arms were wide open as if to embrace him, but as soon as she got close, she instead grabbed Kuro and Shiro.

"Aaahh and you brought your kitties! Are they going swimming with us too~?" She snuggled them close. "There's so cuuute and soft~!"

With an almost audible whoosh, it all went over his head. He stood back smiling while his cats Nya~'d in alarm.

"Hey now...they're cats. They don't like water. But they will stay on my shoulders while I'm in the water!" As if in emphasis, he gave a thumbs up.

Cobray showed up right behind Akito, curious as to what he was doing. He spoke up in his own deadpan voice that was common with all his speech.

"Akito Tenkawa."

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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