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?

[onlyanapple]

...

No reason. None at all. [Quietly pocketing them] What 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.]

[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?

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

No. Leave. Bad child.

[onlyanapple]

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

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

[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?

[modernholmes]

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

[onlyanapple]

[The demon shrugs in response]

Not where I come from. And they were something I have planned for a while. Granted, it was going to be on a grander scale but I decided fuck it, I'll do it now and smaller.

[onlyanapple]

[That's okay, Crowley has many other things on the table to get Conan's attention. Like a salt cellar for instance.

Aimed at the back of his head]

[modernholmes]

[Ouch. Conan overbalances from the slight pain of the impact and falls to the ground.]

[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.]

[cricketycricket]

And you can always build the better mousetrap later, is that the idea?

[he's vaguely amused. at least you're still here, Crowley. that ... oddly does make him feel a little better]

[thwarting]

Those earplugs... what are you up to, you old serpent?

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.]

[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.]

[alwaysaquestion]

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

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

[onlyanapple]

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

Yup, innocent]

[onlyanapple]

I don't see any earplugs, are you going blind in your old age angel?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley smirks]

Good boy, leave sleeping pranks lie.

[onlyanapple]

At least you'll never be bored.