Vermont 251 Club

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley tends to avoid most Earth holidays. Once you've lived through the first hundred or so of them, they tend to get rather repetitive. But April Fools is one he's always enjoyed. Of course, in most of the time he's been in Paradisa, April Fools was haunted by horrible, screeching singing, and as such, Crowley had remained in his room for a while, listening.

With the complete lack of people singing their feelings out, Crowley decided the castle had finally, at least, given its musical of death a rest, and headed out to do what any self respecting demon would do on a holiday such as this: make other's lives miserable.

And so, he has wandered around the castle, leaving little pranks here and there. Such as air horns on doors and leaving chocolate-coated onions in the kitchen.. The one he sticks around to watch, however, is his old favourite. The entire lobby floor is now waxed to an inch of its life, making it nothing but a promise of amusing arm flailing and possibly broken limbs.

Crowley himself sits at his favourite spot in the lobby, with a glass of wine, happily watching proceedings, his journal open to catch any fallout from his other pranks.]

This is much better than singing, I'm sure you'll all agree.

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[fearbringer]

[Pitch is lurking in the shadows nearby.]

Having fun?

forever!!!

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley continues to sip his wine placidly, not bothering to look around for Pitch.]

I am, actually. This might be a marginally entertaining day.

[fearbringer]

I am glad that it isn't singing.

[onlyanapple]

That's been a favourite for this place for years. I thought it'd never let up.

[fearbringer]

And this is the first year it has? How lucky.

[thebestseller]

THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

[onlyanapple]

My, sounds like drinks are in order, then.

[thebestseller]

And pranking, apparently.

[onlyanapple]

Well, of course. That's a given.

[Dictated]

[the_effect_she_has]

... I hate all of you. All of you, so much.

Also, chocolate onions are disgusting.

[A pause.]

... but I ate it anyways. You shouldn't waste food.

forever!!!

[onlyanapple]

And what lesson have we learned about eating food left out in the castle kitchens?

Re: forever!!!

[the_effect_she_has]

....that people will waste food because they think it's funny?

[onlyanapple]

I- no. That you can't trust magical castle food.

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[lord_wizard]

[This is Felix. This is Felix coming down the stairs after his own castle-induced pranking spree.

Crowley has about two seconds to warn him about the floor if he wants to, because he's obliviously smiling in the demon's direction as he nears the bottom step, and if Crowley is one of the few people that might be aware of how uncoordinated this particular wizard usually is...]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley takes the first second to deliberate how much he wants to lose face, compared to how much he doesn't want Felix to break his neck. It's a big thing to think about, really. Still, he lets out a long suffering sigh.]

I wouldn't stand on the floor, if I were you.

[Stupid sexy Felix.]

[lord_wizard]

What? [Felix stops on the last step, almost teetering, and considers the floor] What's wrong with it?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley waves a hand, and a very visible line appears from the steps to his table, like parting the sea, really. Except with polish.]

April Fools day, got to keep on top of my game.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[It takes Crowley mentioning this for Spike to figure out what holiday he's referring to. That time of the year already?]

That's not setting the bar very high.

forever!!!

[onlyanapple]

No point in overexertion.

[gottaknockhard]

That's a depressing way to put it.

[onlyanapple]

You think so?

[toobravehearted]

[Someone is in a wonderful mood. An excellent one, as demonstrated by... Humming and singing. Yes. The Doctor doesn't need the castle to make him sing.

He has a plan to replace everything in the kitchen with potatoes. Everything, not just the food. Why? He's not quite sure, but thinks it to be the best joke ever, unless your name is Raleigh and you really like them. Where is he going to put the real food and all the crockery and utensils? He will figure that one out when he comes to it.

Coming down the stairs he sees and waves to Crowley.]

Agree? What's wrong with my voice?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley gives a wave in response, nothing happening here.]

I'm sure it's fine by itself, but when it joins in with everyone else in the castle? Not as much.

[toobravehearted]

Come now, I can think of more harmful things the castle could come up--

[Speaking of which, he steps onto the lobby floor and his foot slips right out. Guess who is pin wheeling and making a grab for the handrails?]

[onlyanapple]

[ Crowley watches with no small amount of amusement, calmly sipping his wine.]

You were saying?