HAPPY SONGKRAN!

[sangkhan]

[ Are you all cowering in your rooms yet?

Stains may not seep under doors but doors are easily brought down, as proven by the seven vividly painted elephants now roaming your hallways, baying for you to come out or they might start knocking.

For the more socially inclined, residents may now stumble over super soakers and water guns and look more of them somewhere in their vicinity. These babies are locked and loaded, ready to go, and they will never run out of water. The best part, of course, is that they will wash away any and all stains --but only if used on another person.

Remember now, both Heaven and Hell have long spoons. ]

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[ ooc; feel free to put up your own sections! ]

Comments

[encryptedlock]

[York actually does hesitate a little bit - holy water isn't exactly something that registers on a scan, and he doesn't want to hurt Crowley even though, well.

Hmm.

Okay, what he'll do is wait until Crowley is just passing his hiding spot, toss one balloon in front to just splash his feet, and if he doesn't start melting York will follow with a full-body pelt to the back.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley stops as the water balloon splashes at his feet. But hey, at least he doesn't melt]

...What the fuck?

[And then there's a lovely big gush of water on his back. Crowley makes a strangled sound because really, he doesn't have time for this sort of bollocks. So, soaking wet, and very annoyed he'll turn to look who's shot at him]

[encryptedlock]

[Sorry, bro, that just means a full-body blast. Or actually, not so sorry after all - because the water balloons are, sure enough, washing away the burn marks both on Crowley's back and on his hands. It's enough to make York stop still.]

Wait, what the hell? It didn't do that earlier!

[Not when he'd burst a balloon on himself, anyway, because the blood is still definitely on his hands.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley flicks his arms, trying to get rid of the excess water. He's wet. He doesn't like being WET]

Didn't do what? [Oh, never mind, he's noticed, frowning at his arms, before glancing up at York again, finally properly registering who had soaked him]

...There's probably something poetic about this.

[encryptedlock]

Aw, come on. I burst one on myself earlier and nothing happened.

[But then, it is kind of poetic. Crowley's right about that.]

Huh.

Did I get it all?

[onlyanapple]

There could have been anything in that.

[And by anything he means holy water. He dunt trust your little flashing buddy. He glances at his arms, finding them clear, before craning his neck to try and see his back]

Are the wing ones gone?

[encryptedlock]

I tested it on your shoes first.

[But, well, yeah. York comes out of his hiding spot (into vulnerability, if Crowley's packing any watery heat) to check.]

I'm not seeing any wings, so I think so.

[onlyanapple]

[Alas, Crowley is not, but hey that's a good sign]

So after all that it's just water that fixes it?

[encryptedlock]

Can't be. I've washed my hands a lot since this started.

[He turns to look at his water balloons thoughtfully, though.]

Maybe it has to be another person dumping water on you.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley looks at the water balloon, then at York. Considering]

Want help with that?

[York might be the only person in the castle he will be willing to help without strings being attached]

[encryptedlock]

[He tosses a green balloon over (gently).]

Bring it on.

[onlyanapple]

[And so the castle is given the delight of seeing two fully grown men having what seems to be a very civil water balloon fight.

Crowley will lob it over at York. At least he's nice and is aiming for the marks?]

[encryptedlock]

[He'll block it with crossed arms, since his hands and arms are mostly what's been marked anyway. And sure enough, as it splashes over him, the blood and scorch marks drip away.]

Well, what do you know.

[onlyanapple]

...Huh.

I'm surprised this pace didn't make it more complicated than that.

[encryptedlock]

Well, think about it. Would you have let anyone spray you with water of unknown properties by choice?

[onlyanapple]

Well, no. But that's because a certain kind of water will give me a horrible, slow painful death.

[encryptedlock]

Exactly. So it had to trick you.

[He's got it on pretty good authority Crowley would, at least, be amused by lobbing water balloons at other people.]

[onlyanapple]

Ha. Ha. I feel so tricked.

[But no, he would find it amusing if it was HIM getting lobbed with water balloons]

[encryptedlock]

[York has to suppress a chuckle at that.]

Better than never being able to get decently clean?

[onlyanapple]

Well, that is a plus. I was getting tired of the stains in my house.

[encryptedlock]

[He nods.

...pauses awkwardly for a few moments....]

Think that's pretty much all of it.

[onlyanapple]

[Oh yes, here comes the awkward]

...Well. Thanks. For that.

[encryptedlock]

Sure. And, well--

I wouldn't mind seeing you around a little more, you know?

[onlyanapple]

[He's honestly surprised by that statement. He never thought York of all people would say something like that. The surprise even shows on his face, the usual smirky bluster gone]

...What. Really?

[encryptedlock]

[Reasons York doesn't mind going around with his face in a helmet all day long. But he shrugs as if it's no big deal.]

You're not a bad guy, you know? And you can see well enough I've got blood on my own hands.