We'll be singing, when we're winning, we'll be singing...
{Main Gauche party thread!}
There's nothing like a scrum team if you want to drum up an impromptu hunting party for CLF whackjobs, and after a long day of scrumming and scouring the suburbs, there's nothing like crashing at one of the guys' houses for an impromptu party after cleaning out the ice cream, candy, and snack isles of at least one small grocery store. There may be a few bags of pizza pockets and frozen pizzas, frozen fries and jalapeño poppers in the mix, too.
Today, the "house" they've chosen to crash at happens to be the lawn of the Main Gauche, but don't worry, they've brought enough for all.
A couple of the scrummers are still in behemoth forms, lumbering along under the weight of the massive amount of snacks they've brought in. Ezekiel is carrying what may well be a refrigerator box full of soda and beer on his back, and bags full of chips, cheetos and kettle corn in either hand. And Malek, in human form and beaming fit to burst, is leading the procession.
Oh, no, they didn't find any of the CLF bastards, but that's not the point. The point is that they had a good old hunt-and-rumpus, and it would have ended in carnage if there had been carnage to end in, and now they're coming home to share their natural joy at being demons (except for Grigor and Melia, who seem to be sharing, respectively, a hungry grumpiness and an aloof coolness instead).
They dump everything on the lawn unceremoniously, a few of the non-Gauche demons eyeing the grounds. Malek grabs someone off the lawn - some charun, probably; he's seen the guy around, but not a lot - and shoves him off with instructions to "Crack up one o'tem close rooms en't got a body in it. Freezer stuff to cook, yanno?"
Then he looks at everyone else who's staring at them coming in, and calls "Awt, c'mon, nough for everyone! Diggit in!"
...somewhere, up in his office, Elashte wonders if his presence is required or if it mightn't be better to ride out the party where it's quiet.
There's nothing like a scrum team if you want to drum up an impromptu hunting party for CLF whackjobs, and after a long day of scrumming and scouring the suburbs, there's nothing like crashing at one of the guys' houses for an impromptu party after cleaning out the ice cream, candy, and snack isles of at least one small grocery store. There may be a few bags of pizza pockets and frozen pizzas, frozen fries and jalapeño poppers in the mix, too.
Today, the "house" they've chosen to crash at happens to be the lawn of the Main Gauche, but don't worry, they've brought enough for all.
A couple of the scrummers are still in behemoth forms, lumbering along under the weight of the massive amount of snacks they've brought in. Ezekiel is carrying what may well be a refrigerator box full of soda and beer on his back, and bags full of chips, cheetos and kettle corn in either hand. And Malek, in human form and beaming fit to burst, is leading the procession.
Oh, no, they didn't find any of the CLF bastards, but that's not the point. The point is that they had a good old hunt-and-rumpus, and it would have ended in carnage if there had been carnage to end in, and now they're coming home to share their natural joy at being demons (except for Grigor and Melia, who seem to be sharing, respectively, a hungry grumpiness and an aloof coolness instead).
They dump everything on the lawn unceremoniously, a few of the non-Gauche demons eyeing the grounds. Malek grabs someone off the lawn - some charun, probably; he's seen the guy around, but not a lot - and shoves him off with instructions to "Crack up one o'tem close rooms en't got a body in it. Freezer stuff to cook, yanno?"
Then he looks at everyone else who's staring at them coming in, and calls "Awt, c'mon, nough for everyone! Diggit in!"
...somewhere, up in his office, Elashte wonders if his presence is required or if it mightn't be better to ride out the party where it's quiet.