Multi-pup Post

[curlytop]

George is stretched out on a couch, his feet dangling over one end, with a copy of the Dungeon Master's basic rules for Dungeons & Dragons and a basket of fried paradoxes.





Alec starts in the gym, doing something that looks like a sort of modified parkour.

Later, he can be found in an armchair by the fire, legs crossed underneath him, sifting through Arts section of the New York Times (September, 2007, for the curious).





Eowyn is in the stables, seeing to Windfola, whom she was beyond pleased to find there when she arrived.





Orpheus is lounging in a chair by the Observation Window, picking out a tune on his guitar. It's not going as well as he would like, but he's being patient with it.



[ooc: Multi-pup post. Tag one or more! Caveat: I'm not sure how long the Orpheus voice will last.]

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Ooc

[wayward_sun]

{Where would a Devil be the most fun, do you think?}

Re: Ooc

[curlytop]

[Alec or George, I'd think, though George will be angry with him still. I'm up for either!]

[wayward_sun]

"Are those any good?" Lucifer asks, leaning over to look at the fried paradoxes.

He clearly isn't aware that they might be at odds.

[curlytop]

George turns an easy smile Lucifer's way until he sees who it is, and his face drops.

"Oh, it's you, eh? Listen, if you're here to insult my family again, you can turn round right now."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer looks at him blankly.

"Come again?"

[curlytop]

"What, you make such a habit of being a prick to people that you can't even bother remembering?" George asks, then remembers who he's talking to.

"Right. You probably do, actually. You shared your peanuts and told me my family and friends were sick and fucked up," he says helpfully. "Not really interested in a repeat."

[wayward_sun]

"Oh. Right. After you went on about that whole drinking the blood of angels bit. Tell you what sweetheart. I'll spell it out for you. The Devil, right, used to be something else. What else did he used to be?"

Eh?
Eh?

[curlytop]

"I'll spell it out for you, mate," George says. "You ever heard of a vampire? They drink the blood of my people too. It's part of what they are. You don't see me going round telling vampires they're sick, do you?"

[wayward_sun]

"I'm pretty sure that's one of the primary gripes against them, actually."

Lucifer crosses his arms.

"I found the casual mention of angelic blood jarring and in bad taste."

[curlytop]

"Not by me, mate," George says. He'd come a long way since Simon laid down the law about Downworlders. It's hard to hate vampires when your best friend used to be one.

"I found the implication that my family is sick for being who and what they are to be bigoted and in bad taste. Are we done here?"

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer leans down. Smiling.

"That's up to you," he says.
He is very pretty up close, his eyes framed by dark shadows.

And briefly, they glow red.

[curlytop]

"If that's meant to intimidate me," George says, turning back to his book, determined not to let this ruin his day, "you'll have to try harder. I'm dead already, and I've seen worse."

Not much worse, but worse. He was only a trainee Shadowhunter, after all.

[holdingacat]

"I have neeeeeeeeeeeeews!" Cecil sings out cheerfully, flopping into an armchair near George. He does side-eye George's book a little. Between the librarians and council restrictions, books can be awfully dangerous.

[curlytop]

George sits up, happy to be distracted from armour classes and hit points.

"Well?" he says with a grin. "Don't leave me hanging, man!"

[holdingacat]

"Guess who I found stumbling in, sporting a sparkly shirt that was at least a size too small and a rather impressive hickey?" Cecil asks, nearly bouncing on the cushions.

[curlytop]

George's grin grows exponentially.

"Was it our very own Alec Lightwood?"

[holdingacat]

"It was indeed, wearing his date's shirt. A promising development, if I do say so myself." It seems to be a lucky shirt- Cecil hopes its luck holds true.

[curlytop]

"Oho!" George laughs. "Magnus got him out of his shirt on the first date. And here I thought Lightwoods would play hard to get."

[holdingacat]

"He says he spilled a drink on his, and the shirt he came in with was a replacement." Cecil explains, near-giddy. "It left nothing to the imagination though. Skin-tight, black, with sequins."

There's... clearly more, because nope, still giddy.

[curlytop]

"Aaaaand?" George says.

He refrains from poking Cecil. Barely.

[holdingacat]

"The sequins? Said 'Blink if you want me', right here." Cecil avows, gesturing to his own chest. "Magnus put him in that, then they went all over town."

[curlytop]

George laughs. Heartily.

"Oh, that is brilliant," he says. "Was Alec embarrassed? Or was he rocking it?"

Eowyn!

[boghadair]

Merida is only KIND of hiding from the enormous fall-out of the bear debacle. Sort of. Angus provides a perfectly good distraction. She sees Eowyn out of the corner of her eye, in the opposing stall with her own horse.

"Lady Eowyn!" She shouts from a neighboring stall, and is promptly whacked in the face with Angus' tail. "Angus!" she snaps, slapping away the horsehair.

[scildmaeg]

Eowyn turns at the sound of her name and (forgive her) laughs in surprise at the whacking tail. "Merida," she says with a bright smile. "Well met. I am glad to see you well."

[boghadair]

Merida doesn't mind! She's never been one to put airs on, and is smiling back readily.

"Well met!! How are things with you?" She straightens her shoulders. "Oh, and may I present Lord Angus?"

Angus twitches his ears towards Eowyn with interest.