212 Fahrenheit is the boiling point of water at sea level

[onlyanapple]

[Behind the doors leading into the kitchen, ballroom, and dining room today are a secret surprise. Mostly air horns duct taped to the walls, so when the doors are opened, the horn will BLARE LOUDLY.

It turns out Crowley is a touch more upset about Jilly leaving than he's let on, and so is making everyone else suffer for of it. He might be hanging around the crime scenes, too. With earplugs in.

Just waiting for someone to accidentally trip his trap]

[[ooc: Open as an open thing, set off the horns, manage to avoid them, do whatever you wish!]]

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[thwarting]

[Aziraphale opened the door to the kitchen, but being a well-bred angel, he didn't allow it to bang on the door. After all, that created unsightly scuff marks and chipped paint.

Oblivious any wile was going on that he should be thwarted, he merely smiled on seeing his long-time companion already in the kitchen.]

Good morning, Crowley.

[onlyanapple]

WHAT?

[Crowley pauses, frowning a little at his thwarted wile, pulling out his ear plugs]

What was that?

[thwarting]

...Why on Earth are you wearing earplugs?

[modernholmes]

[Conan pauses just in front of the doors and stares suspiciously at the area. Something seemed off to him. Cautiously he opens the door to a narrow sliver and slips through into the kitchen. The duct taped airhorns are easy to spot.

...Unfortunately he's far too short to actually do anything about them.

Have a tiny detective standing on the tips of his toes and trying to reach the duct tape with a penknife.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley, quite calmly, rolls a piece of paper into a ball and tosses it at Conan's head]

No. Leave. Bad child.

[modernholmes]

[Conan ignores the paperball as he tries to stretch higher.]

[alwaysaquestion]

[Renee pushes the door of the kitchen open, not paying attention to how hard, and it swings open right into the air horn. The sudden noise shakes her from her from her thoughts and she jumps around and sees the air horn lodged behind the door handle.]

What the hell? This another of the castle's jokes?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley makes an annoyed snort from his vantage point, removing one earplug]

The castle does pull some nasty things, doesn't it?

[alwaysaquestion]

[She moves her gaze from the air horn to Crowley.]

That does seem to be the running theme of this place.

[cricketycricket]

[just wandering in for milk to put in his tea ---

HONNNNNNK.

-- he claps his hands over his ears with a yell of dismay, then instantly lays eyes on the demon, and SIGHS. he's not in the best of moods himself, for much the same reason, so he just fixes him with a Look]

Haven't we enough misery lately without this?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley HUFFS, leaning despondently on the table, flicking a sat cellar about]

You can never have enough misery, apparently.

[cricketycricket]

[he winces - really?! - and pulls open the fridge, fixing up his tea before wandering over and pulling out a chair to join him. you're getting company, demon, like it or not]

Of course you can. Everyone's got a point. ... But that aside, did it have to be those hideous things?

[brute_shot_bully]

[Yeah, popping into the kitchen for a quick snack, and PUNCHING A HOLE IN THE DOOR BECAUSE HOLY FUCK WHAT WAS THAT.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley chuckles a little]

Oh bravo on the overreaction.

[brute_shot_bully]

[Turning slowly and growling at that voice.]

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<i>You.

Um what was this I said about leaving her alone

[common_name]

[All she'd been doing was passing through. Really.

... But it doesn't matter what the intentions were, because they're soon irrelevant. Guess who just tripped the trap.]

[onlyanapple]

[rowley watches from his vantage point, sipping a coffee.

Yup, innocent]

[common_name]

[She has no idea. Not right now, anyway. Maybe in a minute, she'll start looking around for clues, for anyone suspicious.

For now, though, that'll be a visible wince. Her nerves haven't exactly been coming from the best place lately, what with things she may or may not have been through recently. Maybe this whole time, and it's just now crashing onto her. Regardless, whatever the reason, she's not as polished and nuanced as she usually is.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Del runs into this, opening a door and shocking white in surprise at the noise. Then she shuts the door. And opens it again, listening to the fog horn.

And again.]

[onlyanapple]

[He'll keep his earplugs in and watch her for a while]

Enjoying yourself?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A few more repeats of the process come along. And then she shuffles through the door, before crawling over to him.]

I want to paint Venice.

[saccharosium]

[ Stocking is busy doing something she should not be doing, and that is reading while walking. Now she gets to learn her lesson as she walks into the kitchen and lets the door go on its merry way to the door. The resounding result of the handle hitting the air horn and blaring snaps her from her focus and she jumps several feet in shock. Then she looks behind the door at the air horn and scowls. ]

What the fuck?!

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley chuckles, taking out an earplug]

You can't do anything around here any more without causing some sort of ruckus, can you?

Dairine comes to even the score.

[wizard_redfive]

[After LAST TIME, Dairine has taken to entering the kitchen very cautiously (when she’s not just avoiding the place altogether). So the door opens slowly, and Dairine peeks her head in to look around.

Oh. It's that guy.

Dairine scowls. Why are you always between her and her food?]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley gives her a cheerful wave]

Hallo again, Angry Girl.