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Tweak says, "Lions and lambs ain't asleep."

Olive Snook (ittybitty) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-02 21:59:00

Entry tags:

alphonse elric, andy gallagher, blair waldorf, complete, corran horn, day 27, dean winchester, george lass, haruka tenoh, illyana rasputin, legolas greenleaf, marcus cole, michiru kaioh, nymphadora tonks, party thread, rose tyler, sam winchester, sarah jane smith, sidney prescott, susan pevensie, the doctor, violet baudelaire, yuna

Party thread!
-Who: Everyone!
-What: Party time!
-When: Day 27, from 5 in the morning carrying on until 5 am the next day when everything will get cleaned up by the golems
-Where: Ballroom, club, bar, places around there
-Status: Complete
-Rating: Who knows! Could go from anywhere between G and R!

If one were to walk into the ballroom after 5 am, they would find brightly colored streamers hanging across the walls and from the ceiling. Confetti was constantly fluttering down from the ceiling, as if the tiny pieces were snow themselves. Tables had been set up along the wall with plates, silverware, and all sorts of food imaginable. The Planet had made sure to include everyone's favorite food on the menu. The dessert table was huge. There was also a drink table nearby, complete with a bar and a few golems manning it to monitor the intake of drinks as well as serve them up. The Planet seemed to be either apologizing for all the people missing or wanting the remaining people to get together and meet each other again.... or perhaps it was a little bit of both.

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fromgallifrey
2009-01-04 10:22 am UTC (link)

In a way so deft that even Jack Harkness wouldn't have noticed the timelord had managed to pluck his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and was currently scanning his rose, the tell tale buzz not really helping him to be stealthy. Looking over her shoulder he squinted to his readings, pure old 20th century vintage human.

"Oh thank goodness!" He squeezed her tighter wholly convinced that even the planet couldn't confuse his screwdriver. "I'm so sorry Rose..." Just there he was about to launch into an explanation of the scan, about how one could never be too careful and all that when he heard a loud crash come from just behind them.

Dropping Rose he turned, screwdriver in hand only to find a man laying on the hardwood presumably following a fall out of the tile ceiling. "Oh bugger," He grabbed Rose's hand and tugged her in the general direction of the growing crowd. He wasn't about to miss his first spectacle.

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