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Hastur is crack. XD
Suzanne : *enters, la la*
Marius : Percy: *waves*
Suzanne : Oh! Monsieur Percy! I haven't seen you in ever so long. You are well?
Marius : Percy: I am, Suzie! *beam*
Suzanne : I'm so very glad to hear that. And Margot? She is well, also? You both must be so glad, with the baby coming so soon.
Marius : Percy: *BEAMBEAM* She is, very well. And you?
Suzanne : *smiles* Oh, I'm just fine. I've been missing both of you, of course, though. And those butterfly hunts of yours *laughs*
Marius : Percy: *laughs* We should have one soon.
Suzanne : Oh, most certainly! I've learnt to make all sorts of new cakes and things, as well, so we can have a most wonderful picnic!
Marius : Percy: Lovely!
Suzanne : So have you been on one of your shopping trips, then? Did you find anything lovely?
Sir-Percy : *beams* Yes, I have, actually. I found some very nice shirts.
Suzanne : Is this one of them? It's most cheerful.
Hastur : *flames in and WOW HIS TYPIST'S BACK HURTS*
Christopher : *bounces in avec torte and nearly slams into Percy* Oh so sorry! *manages to rescue the torte and maybe gets a little on Percy's sleeve*
Suzanne : I really must join you some time. I do like it here in England, but the shopping really isn't anywhere near as good.
Suzanne : Oh! Are you alright, Monsieur Wren?
Hastur : *notes Michael, and eyerolls liek whoa*
Sir-Percy : *brushes at his sleeve* Hello!
Christopher : Just fine! As is the raspberry! However your friend's sleeve. *looks worried*
Hastur : *blinks at the boss and cringes a bit*
Suzanne : *looks at sleeve and grins* Oh dear. You might be in deep trouble for dirtying Percy's sleeve.
Sir-Percy : *glares playfully* It's not as though I have hundreds of shirts, after all. Luckily this isn't a coat. ^_^
Christopher : Oh dear, I'm dreadfully sorry. I offer the torte as a sacrifice to your linens.
Suzanne : *giggles*
Suzanne : And one of his brand new shirts, no less!
Christopher : Oh no! I shall never be forgiven.
Sir-Percy : *laughs. Foppily.* And I shall take it. I'm sure Margot will love it.
Christopher : I do hope so! It's my most popular dish.
Christopher : *beams*
Hastur : *looks around whistling, and then iiiinnocently demonmod's Percy's coat to be a HIDEOUS shade of PEA GREEN*
Hastur : [DEMONMODS HAS NO APOSTROPHE, ERIN.]
Suzanne : I really should bake something for Margot. What do you think she'd like?
Suzanne : *eyes widen as Percy's coat -changes colour randomly-* I say, Percy...?
Sir-Percy : ....*blinks* Yes?
Suzanne : What material is your coat? I've never known a material to change colour like that.....
Sir-Percy : *blinks and stares at his coat* .....This wasn't green..
Hastur : *doesn't smirk, really. honest. truthfully. BUT COMES CLOSE.*
Suzanne : Mon dieu. It must be the devil!
Sir-Percy : .......*mourns the loss of his pretty pink coat*
Christopher : *raises an eyebrow at Hastur* Or a demon.
Hastur : ... *looks around in a show of dumbfoundedness* What?
Sir-Percy : *pokes at his coat* ....I suppose I'll have to get a new one.
Christopher : *clears his throat* Sir demon? Would you mind...
Suzanne : *laughs weakly* What an awful chore.
Suzanne : *whispers* Is he really a demon?
Hastur : Would I mind what?
Christopher : His coat was pink, I believe.
Sir-Percy : *blinks* I have no idea.
Sir-Percy : *has somehow managed to ignore the prescence of demons. WTF, Perce*
Hastur : Oh, was it? *shrugs* I can't tell, I see everything in black and white anyway.
Hastur : [I have no idea what's gotten into him. But it amuses me.]
Sir-Percy : *pokes at his coat again* ..Now it's ..green. A very unflattering shade of green, might I add.
Hastur : Oh. How unfortunate. What does green look like?
Sir-Percy : .....Generally, better than this.
Suzanne : *crosses self, because -demon-*
Hastur : *glances at Suzanne* You know that doesn't really *do* anything, right?
Christopher : *sighs* Would you like some torte?
Sir-Percy : Who, me?
Hastur : *looks back at Percy* Okay. So it was pink? Lemme see what I can do.
Suzanne : *weakly* Back, foul demon?
Christopher : Oh he's just... pesky.
Sir-Percy : It was pink, yes.
Hastur : *laughs at Suzanne* If you say so. *looks at Percy again and rubs his hands together... one more demonmod and.. bam! Fluorescent day-glo neon PIIIINK*
Sir-Percy : ....*is shiny! And pink*
Sir-Percy : .....I think I've blinded myself.
Hastur : I think it's a nice color!
Christopher : At least the raspberry blends in a bit...
Suzanne : Or simply can't compete
Suzanne : *decides to just pretend Hastur isn't there*
Hastur : Oh, you're never satisfied. *demonmods one more time and it just.. psychedelically cycles through about every fluorescent color you can think of... and not a ONE of them looks at all decent.*
Sir-Percy : ....*tilts head* Perhaps I should give it to Chauvelin.
Christopher : *closes his eyes* I'm blinded!
Suzanne : *sways* I don't feel so well...
Sir-Percy : ....I think I'm just going to take the coat off. *does so*
Hastur : *demonmods it back on*
Suzanne : Please do.
Sir-Percy : *flail*
Hastur : *snicker*
Suzanne : *sits down, hand covering eyes*
Sir-Percy : *flails and takes his coat off -again-*
Hastur : *demonmods it back on* I can do this all night, y'know.
Suzanne : *recites any prayer that comes to mind*
Christopher : Oh just... stop. Or you'll get no desert.
Sir-Percy : ....Or, you know, you could put it back to it's normal colour.
Hastur : What'll you give me to do so?
Sir-Percy : ...Some of this lovely torte?
Hastur : ..... You have *got* to be kidding me.
Sir-Percy : ...This coat? It's the best silk.
Suzanne : Oh, please go away, Monsieur demon.
Hastur : I don't want the coat. I mean.. It's a positively hideous shade of.. everything.
Suzanne : But you cannot see colours, you said.
Sir-Percy : ...*bland smile* How about a swordfight?
Hastur : *arches an eyebrow* ... Seriously?
Christopher : ... No.
Suzanne : Non, Percy!
Suzanne : Please, ask something else, Monsieur Demon.
Hastur : It's been a while since I've had a swordfight. Sounds fun!
Hastur : Last time, I think it was with War.
Sir-Percy : It wasn't serious.
Hastur : Ahwell.
Sir-Percy : For one thing, you don't appear to be a French spy.
Hastur : Um.. No. Not last I checked.
Christopher : Sir Percy, don't, please.
Sir-Percy : I wasn't going to, anyways. *to Hastur* Good.
Hastur : All right. I have something.
Suzanne : *weak laugh*
Hastur : Let me name your kid.
Sir-Percy : No!
Sir-Percy : It's just a coat. Good Christ.
Hastur : *shrugs* Have fun with the coat.
Sir-Percy : *will throw it away as soon as he leaves*
Hastur : *demonmods it so it can't possibly be removed*
Hastur : [Yeah, sorry, Percy. ;)]
Sir-Percy : *.....was going to give it to Chuchu*
Sir-Percy : [XD]
Sir-Percy : [*pets Perce*]
Christopher : (CHU-ONE-CHAU-CH -- *shot*)
Suzanne : [Even ChuChu's taste isn't -that- bad ;-)]
Sir-Percy : ....Well, this is wonderful.
Sir-Percy : [XD Percy thinks it is.]
Suzanne : *still covering eyes* Percy? Have you peut-etre a cloak to put over that thing?
Hastur : *laughs* If he does, it'll turn the exact same color.
Hastur : So it's just a question of how many layers of hideous he wants.
Sir-Percy : ....*sighs*
Hastur : Okay. No kid-naming...
Suzanne : Please, Monsieur Demon, turn it back.
Hastur : I haven't gotten a good offer yet!
Suzanne : Well, what would you like?
Hastur : *smiles at Suzanne* Give me a kiss and I'll turn his coat back.
Suzanne : .... D'accord...
Sir-Percy : .....Be careful, Suzanne.
Hastur : *grins* Sweet. It has to be a *good* kiss, mind.
Suzanne : *blushes* Very well.
Suzanne : Percy, please don't tell Andrew. I'd die if he knew.
Hastur : *grins* All right then. Ready whenever you are.
Sir-Percy : I won't.
Suzanne : *stands and approaches Hastur nervously, trembling*
Hastur : *sits back and waits*
Suzanne : *closes her eyes and leans forward to kiss him, pretending to herself that it's Andrew*
Hastur : *leans forward and kisses her, surprisingly pleasantly given that, well, it's HASTUR*
Sir-Percy : *is lurking around behind Suzie just in case*
Suzanne : *sighs happily and relaxes a little, as is very good at pretending*
Hastur : *kisses a tad bit more before breaking it off with a grin* Thanks much! *demonmods Percy's coat back to normal*
Sir-Percy : ....Thank you.
Christopher : Oh good.
Hastur : No problem!
Suzanne : *jumps back in shock when he speaks, bumping right into Percy*
Hastur : *smirks*
Sir-Percy : *pats Suzie*
Suzanne : *clings to Percy*
Christopher : *sighs* Thank you, demon.
Sir-Percy : *hugs fondly*
Suzanne : *smiles weakly* Well, at least I can look at you now without feeling ill.
Hastur : Not a problem! I'm not entirely unreasonable, after all.
Sir-Percy : *laughs quietly* Yes.
Sir-Percy : Suzie? I have something to tell you.
Suzanne : *glances at Hastur, then turns away, blushing* That awful demon.
Suzanne : Oui?
Sir-Percy : Come sit with me. *sits on a couch*
Suzanne : *sits next to him, confused*
Sir-Percy : *quietly, but smiling* Surely you remember when you first came to England. Would you like to know who the Scarlet Pimpernel really is?
Hastur : [It's HASTUR!]
Hastur : [Except.. NOT!]
Suzanne : Oh! You have discovered? I heard that he's an Egyptian prince!
Christopher : (IT IS... HIS SISTER!)
Christopher : (... XD Suzie)
Hastur : [XD]
Suzanne : [Horus is the Scarlet Pimpernel!]
Hastur : [Well, the butcher in the village DID say he saw the man last week galloping his camel 'cross the moor..]
Sir-Percy : *laughs* Not remotely close, my dear. He's here right now, as a matter of fact.
Sir-Percy : [Osiris: ....... ]
Suzanne : It's not the awful demon, is it? *blushes*
Sir-Percy : ...No. *grins*
Hastur : Yes it is!
Suzanne : *blinks at Hastur, confused*
Sir-Percy : ....No, it's not.
Hastur : I was totally the Scarlet Pimpernel! I did.. all sorts of.. Pimple-nelly things.
Hastur : [HE'S ON CRACK. CRACK, I TELL YOU.]
Sir-Percy : [XD]
Sir-Percy : Oh? Do tell.
Hastur : *waves a hand* Y'know.. thwarting beheadings and stuff.
Christopher : *snickers*
Christopher : Are you an Egyptian Prince, then?
Sir-Percy : ....*eyebrow* Of course you did. *to Suzie* It's not him. Trust me.
Hastur : I spent some time in Egypt, but not much.. Good weather, though. Not as warm as I like, but.
Christopher : Have you cut off a Frenchman's ear and all that?
Christopher : Secretly a gondaleer?
Christopher : Am I getting the words right?
Sir-Percy : ....I don't think I'm a gondolier.
Suzanne : Well, I know it's not Monsieur Wren, so...... mon dieu. Margot knows, of course?
Christopher : (spelled right XD)
Sir-Percy : ...*looks at his shirt* Yes, Margot knows.
Hastur : *looks critically at Percy* You'd look good in the outfit.
Sir-Percy : ...*blinks* Thank you?
Suzanne : I.... I don't know what to say...
Suzanne : Mon dieu...
Hastur : The question is, though.. can you sing in Italian?
Sir-Percy : ...No?
Hastur : You should learn.
Suzanne : *quietly* Thank you.
Sir-Percy : ..*smiles and pats* You're welcome.
Suzanne : I swear I won't tell a single soul!
Sir-Percy : Good. I figured you wouldn't.
Hastur : I, on the other hand, will tell *everyone*!
Suzanne : And thank you for not telling Andrew about *glances at Hastur and blushes*
Sir-Percy : ....You wouldn't.
Hastur : *smiles at Percy* Demon.
Christopher : Don't you dare.
Sir-Percy : *fingers his sword idly*
Hastur : Who, might I ask, is going to stop me?
Suzanne : Percy, don't.
Sir-Percy : [Percy: MY PROTECTRESS. But I'm not Cyrano.]
Sir-Percy : *quietly* Suzie, I must.
Hastur : You do know that if you try to fight me, you'll lose, right?
Sir-Percy : *eyebrows*
Christopher : Demons cheat
Suzanne : But he's a demon! How can you beat him? If anything happens to you, Margot...
Hastur : That and, y'know.. *immortal*.
Sir-Percy : ...I'll be killed anyway if he tells.
Suzanne : There must be some other way, surely
Hastur : Maybe I won't tell.
Hastur : Depends on my mood.
Suzanne : Please, Monsieur Demon.
Hastur : *smiles faintly* Keep me in a good mood, you won't have a *thing* to worry about.
Christopher : ... what if I kiss you? Wll you not tell if I kiss you?
Michael : *really, really clings back*
Sir-Percy : I will not be slave to a demon.
Christopher : I'm offering, not you!
Hastur : Slave... slave is such a *strong* word.. *looks at Christopher* No. Not really.
Sir-Percy : *scowls* I'm not going to keep him happy.
Christopher : *sighs* Fine.
Suzanne : ...What if I sing? Would you like that?
Hastur : How unfortunate. I'm sure that Choo-whatsit guy would *love* the news.
Sir-Percy : *archly* Well, it's a pity he knows, then.
Hastur : .. Yeah, that is a pity. Ahwell.
Hastur : *grins* Do the Macarena!
Suzanne : *blinks* The what?
Sir-Percy : *brushes at his coat* What on earth is that?
Hastur : *demonmods on the TV, showing the video*
Sir-Percy : ....*stares*
Hastur : Well? Have at!
Suzanne : *stares* Mon dieu... c'est le musique du diable...
Hastur : *smirks* It'll stick in your head for a week, though.
Christopher : I think it's catchy.
Hastur : It totally is.
Michael : *wants to hear it back, but didn't expect to, and just holds him*
Sir-Percy : ...*blinkblink*
Hastur : C'mon! Dance! It's not that complicated!
Sir-Percy : .....Do -I- have to dance?
Hastur : ..Yeeees.
Hastur : Everyone! Heeey, Macarena!
Suzanne : Moi aussi?
Hastur : I am seeing too much confusion and not enough dancing!
Suzanne : *starts copying what she sees on the TV tentatively*
Sir-Percy : ...*does the same*
Hastur : See? There we go! It can be done!
Christopher : *boogies down :D*
Hastur : Yaaay! You're getting it! Go go go!
Suzanne : *trembles her way through the dance*
Sir-Percy : ...*dances. confusedly*
Hastur : *laughs some, just savoring the moment* All right. I won't tell.
Sir-Percy : ...Good. *stops dancing*
Suzanne : *sits down relievedly*
Hastur : That was fun!
Sir-Percy : ...No, it wasn't.
Hastur : Yes it was! Come on, half the *planet* was doing it a while ago.
Suzanne : C'est le musique du diable
Sir-Percy : ...I much prefer harpsichords.
Hastur : Hmm. *demonmods up a harpsichord and proceeds to play the Macarena on it*
Sir-Percy : ..............................
Suzanne : *shudders*
Suzanne : *stands shakily* I think I must go lie down.
Sir-Percy : ..I think I might have to, as well. I'm sure Margot's worrying.
Hastur : Alas!
Suzanne : Au revoir, Monsieur Wren *curtsies to Christopher briefly*
Christopher : Goodnight!
Sir-Percy : *waves to people*
Suzanne : Thank you again, Percy *hugs him and leaves*
Suzanne : *enters, la la*
Marius : Percy: *waves*
Suzanne : Oh! Monsieur Percy! I haven't seen you in ever so long. You are well?
Marius : Percy: I am, Suzie! *beam*
Suzanne : I'm so very glad to hear that. And Margot? She is well, also? You both must be so glad, with the baby coming so soon.
Marius : Percy: *BEAMBEAM* She is, very well. And you?
Suzanne : *smiles* Oh, I'm just fine. I've been missing both of you, of course, though. And those butterfly hunts of yours *laughs*
Marius : Percy: *laughs* We should have one soon.
Suzanne : Oh, most certainly! I've learnt to make all sorts of new cakes and things, as well, so we can have a most wonderful picnic!
Marius : Percy: Lovely!
Suzanne : So have you been on one of your shopping trips, then? Did you find anything lovely?
Sir-Percy : *beams* Yes, I have, actually. I found some very nice shirts.
Suzanne : Is this one of them? It's most cheerful.
Hastur : *flames in and WOW HIS TYPIST'S BACK HURTS*
Christopher : *bounces in avec torte and nearly slams into Percy* Oh so sorry! *manages to rescue the torte and maybe gets a little on Percy's sleeve*
Suzanne : I really must join you some time. I do like it here in England, but the shopping really isn't anywhere near as good.
Suzanne : Oh! Are you alright, Monsieur Wren?
Hastur : *notes Michael, and eyerolls liek whoa*
Sir-Percy : *brushes at his sleeve* Hello!
Christopher : Just fine! As is the raspberry! However your friend's sleeve. *looks worried*
Hastur : *blinks at the boss and cringes a bit*
Suzanne : *looks at sleeve and grins* Oh dear. You might be in deep trouble for dirtying Percy's sleeve.
Sir-Percy : *glares playfully* It's not as though I have hundreds of shirts, after all. Luckily this isn't a coat. ^_^
Christopher : Oh dear, I'm dreadfully sorry. I offer the torte as a sacrifice to your linens.
Suzanne : *giggles*
Suzanne : And one of his brand new shirts, no less!
Christopher : Oh no! I shall never be forgiven.
Sir-Percy : *laughs. Foppily.* And I shall take it. I'm sure Margot will love it.
Christopher : I do hope so! It's my most popular dish.
Christopher : *beams*
Hastur : *looks around whistling, and then iiiinnocently demonmod's Percy's coat to be a HIDEOUS shade of PEA GREEN*
Hastur : [DEMONMODS HAS NO APOSTROPHE, ERIN.]
Suzanne : I really should bake something for Margot. What do you think she'd like?
Suzanne : *eyes widen as Percy's coat -changes colour randomly-* I say, Percy...?
Sir-Percy : ....*blinks* Yes?
Suzanne : What material is your coat? I've never known a material to change colour like that.....
Sir-Percy : *blinks and stares at his coat* .....This wasn't green..
Hastur : *doesn't smirk, really. honest. truthfully. BUT COMES CLOSE.*
Suzanne : Mon dieu. It must be the devil!
Sir-Percy : .......*mourns the loss of his pretty pink coat*
Christopher : *raises an eyebrow at Hastur* Or a demon.
Hastur : ... *looks around in a show of dumbfoundedness* What?
Sir-Percy : *pokes at his coat* ....I suppose I'll have to get a new one.
Christopher : *clears his throat* Sir demon? Would you mind...
Suzanne : *laughs weakly* What an awful chore.
Suzanne : *whispers* Is he really a demon?
Hastur : Would I mind what?
Christopher : His coat was pink, I believe.
Sir-Percy : *blinks* I have no idea.
Sir-Percy : *has somehow managed to ignore the prescence of demons. WTF, Perce*
Hastur : Oh, was it? *shrugs* I can't tell, I see everything in black and white anyway.
Hastur : [I have no idea what's gotten into him. But it amuses me.]
Sir-Percy : *pokes at his coat again* ..Now it's ..green. A very unflattering shade of green, might I add.
Hastur : Oh. How unfortunate. What does green look like?
Sir-Percy : .....Generally, better than this.
Suzanne : *crosses self, because -demon-*
Hastur : *glances at Suzanne* You know that doesn't really *do* anything, right?
Christopher : *sighs* Would you like some torte?
Sir-Percy : Who, me?
Hastur : *looks back at Percy* Okay. So it was pink? Lemme see what I can do.
Suzanne : *weakly* Back, foul demon?
Christopher : Oh he's just... pesky.
Sir-Percy : It was pink, yes.
Hastur : *laughs at Suzanne* If you say so. *looks at Percy again and rubs his hands together... one more demonmod and.. bam! Fluorescent day-glo neon PIIIINK*
Sir-Percy : ....*is shiny! And pink*
Sir-Percy : .....I think I've blinded myself.
Hastur : I think it's a nice color!
Christopher : At least the raspberry blends in a bit...
Suzanne : Or simply can't compete
Suzanne : *decides to just pretend Hastur isn't there*
Hastur : Oh, you're never satisfied. *demonmods one more time and it just.. psychedelically cycles through about every fluorescent color you can think of... and not a ONE of them looks at all decent.*
Sir-Percy : ....*tilts head* Perhaps I should give it to Chauvelin.
Christopher : *closes his eyes* I'm blinded!
Suzanne : *sways* I don't feel so well...
Sir-Percy : ....I think I'm just going to take the coat off. *does so*
Hastur : *demonmods it back on*
Suzanne : Please do.
Sir-Percy : *flail*
Hastur : *snicker*
Suzanne : *sits down, hand covering eyes*
Sir-Percy : *flails and takes his coat off -again-*
Hastur : *demonmods it back on* I can do this all night, y'know.
Suzanne : *recites any prayer that comes to mind*
Christopher : Oh just... stop. Or you'll get no desert.
Sir-Percy : ....Or, you know, you could put it back to it's normal colour.
Hastur : What'll you give me to do so?
Sir-Percy : ...Some of this lovely torte?
Hastur : ..... You have *got* to be kidding me.
Sir-Percy : ...This coat? It's the best silk.
Suzanne : Oh, please go away, Monsieur demon.
Hastur : I don't want the coat. I mean.. It's a positively hideous shade of.. everything.
Suzanne : But you cannot see colours, you said.
Sir-Percy : ...*bland smile* How about a swordfight?
Hastur : *arches an eyebrow* ... Seriously?
Christopher : ... No.
Suzanne : Non, Percy!
Suzanne : Please, ask something else, Monsieur Demon.
Hastur : It's been a while since I've had a swordfight. Sounds fun!
Hastur : Last time, I think it was with War.
Sir-Percy : It wasn't serious.
Hastur : Ahwell.
Sir-Percy : For one thing, you don't appear to be a French spy.
Hastur : Um.. No. Not last I checked.
Christopher : Sir Percy, don't, please.
Sir-Percy : I wasn't going to, anyways. *to Hastur* Good.
Hastur : All right. I have something.
Suzanne : *weak laugh*
Hastur : Let me name your kid.
Sir-Percy : No!
Sir-Percy : It's just a coat. Good Christ.
Hastur : *shrugs* Have fun with the coat.
Sir-Percy : *will throw it away as soon as he leaves*
Hastur : *demonmods it so it can't possibly be removed*
Hastur : [Yeah, sorry, Percy. ;)]
Sir-Percy : *.....was going to give it to Chuchu*
Sir-Percy : [XD]
Sir-Percy : [*pets Perce*]
Christopher : (CHU-ONE-CHAU-CH -- *shot*)
Suzanne : [Even ChuChu's taste isn't -that- bad ;-)]
Sir-Percy : ....Well, this is wonderful.
Sir-Percy : [XD Percy thinks it is.]
Suzanne : *still covering eyes* Percy? Have you peut-etre a cloak to put over that thing?
Hastur : *laughs* If he does, it'll turn the exact same color.
Hastur : So it's just a question of how many layers of hideous he wants.
Sir-Percy : ....*sighs*
Hastur : Okay. No kid-naming...
Suzanne : Please, Monsieur Demon, turn it back.
Hastur : I haven't gotten a good offer yet!
Suzanne : Well, what would you like?
Hastur : *smiles at Suzanne* Give me a kiss and I'll turn his coat back.
Suzanne : .... D'accord...
Sir-Percy : .....Be careful, Suzanne.
Hastur : *grins* Sweet. It has to be a *good* kiss, mind.
Suzanne : *blushes* Very well.
Suzanne : Percy, please don't tell Andrew. I'd die if he knew.
Hastur : *grins* All right then. Ready whenever you are.
Sir-Percy : I won't.
Suzanne : *stands and approaches Hastur nervously, trembling*
Hastur : *sits back and waits*
Suzanne : *closes her eyes and leans forward to kiss him, pretending to herself that it's Andrew*
Hastur : *leans forward and kisses her, surprisingly pleasantly given that, well, it's HASTUR*
Sir-Percy : *is lurking around behind Suzie just in case*
Suzanne : *sighs happily and relaxes a little, as is very good at pretending*
Hastur : *kisses a tad bit more before breaking it off with a grin* Thanks much! *demonmods Percy's coat back to normal*
Sir-Percy : ....Thank you.
Christopher : Oh good.
Hastur : No problem!
Suzanne : *jumps back in shock when he speaks, bumping right into Percy*
Hastur : *smirks*
Sir-Percy : *pats Suzie*
Suzanne : *clings to Percy*
Christopher : *sighs* Thank you, demon.
Sir-Percy : *hugs fondly*
Suzanne : *smiles weakly* Well, at least I can look at you now without feeling ill.
Hastur : Not a problem! I'm not entirely unreasonable, after all.
Sir-Percy : *laughs quietly* Yes.
Sir-Percy : Suzie? I have something to tell you.
Suzanne : *glances at Hastur, then turns away, blushing* That awful demon.
Suzanne : Oui?
Sir-Percy : Come sit with me. *sits on a couch*
Suzanne : *sits next to him, confused*
Sir-Percy : *quietly, but smiling* Surely you remember when you first came to England. Would you like to know who the Scarlet Pimpernel really is?
Hastur : [It's HASTUR!]
Hastur : [Except.. NOT!]
Suzanne : Oh! You have discovered? I heard that he's an Egyptian prince!
Christopher : (IT IS... HIS SISTER!)
Christopher : (... XD Suzie)
Hastur : [XD]
Suzanne : [Horus is the Scarlet Pimpernel!]
Hastur : [Well, the butcher in the village DID say he saw the man last week galloping his camel 'cross the moor..]
Sir-Percy : *laughs* Not remotely close, my dear. He's here right now, as a matter of fact.
Sir-Percy : [Osiris: ....... ]
Suzanne : It's not the awful demon, is it? *blushes*
Sir-Percy : ...No. *grins*
Hastur : Yes it is!
Suzanne : *blinks at Hastur, confused*
Sir-Percy : ....No, it's not.
Hastur : I was totally the Scarlet Pimpernel! I did.. all sorts of.. Pimple-nelly things.
Hastur : [HE'S ON CRACK. CRACK, I TELL YOU.]
Sir-Percy : [XD]
Sir-Percy : Oh? Do tell.
Hastur : *waves a hand* Y'know.. thwarting beheadings and stuff.
Christopher : *snickers*
Christopher : Are you an Egyptian Prince, then?
Sir-Percy : ....*eyebrow* Of course you did. *to Suzie* It's not him. Trust me.
Hastur : I spent some time in Egypt, but not much.. Good weather, though. Not as warm as I like, but.
Christopher : Have you cut off a Frenchman's ear and all that?
Christopher : Secretly a gondaleer?
Christopher : Am I getting the words right?
Sir-Percy : ....I don't think I'm a gondolier.
Suzanne : Well, I know it's not Monsieur Wren, so...... mon dieu. Margot knows, of course?
Christopher : (spelled right XD)
Sir-Percy : ...*looks at his shirt* Yes, Margot knows.
Hastur : *looks critically at Percy* You'd look good in the outfit.
Sir-Percy : ...*blinks* Thank you?
Suzanne : I.... I don't know what to say...
Suzanne : Mon dieu...
Hastur : The question is, though.. can you sing in Italian?
Sir-Percy : ...No?
Hastur : You should learn.
Suzanne : *quietly* Thank you.
Sir-Percy : ..*smiles and pats* You're welcome.
Suzanne : I swear I won't tell a single soul!
Sir-Percy : Good. I figured you wouldn't.
Hastur : I, on the other hand, will tell *everyone*!
Suzanne : And thank you for not telling Andrew about *glances at Hastur and blushes*
Sir-Percy : ....You wouldn't.
Hastur : *smiles at Percy* Demon.
Christopher : Don't you dare.
Sir-Percy : *fingers his sword idly*
Hastur : Who, might I ask, is going to stop me?
Suzanne : Percy, don't.
Sir-Percy : [Percy: MY PROTECTRESS. But I'm not Cyrano.]
Sir-Percy : *quietly* Suzie, I must.
Hastur : You do know that if you try to fight me, you'll lose, right?
Sir-Percy : *eyebrows*
Christopher : Demons cheat
Suzanne : But he's a demon! How can you beat him? If anything happens to you, Margot...
Hastur : That and, y'know.. *immortal*.
Sir-Percy : ...I'll be killed anyway if he tells.
Suzanne : There must be some other way, surely
Hastur : Maybe I won't tell.
Hastur : Depends on my mood.
Suzanne : Please, Monsieur Demon.
Hastur : *smiles faintly* Keep me in a good mood, you won't have a *thing* to worry about.
Christopher : ... what if I kiss you? Wll you not tell if I kiss you?
Michael : *really, really clings back*
Sir-Percy : I will not be slave to a demon.
Christopher : I'm offering, not you!
Hastur : Slave... slave is such a *strong* word.. *looks at Christopher* No. Not really.
Sir-Percy : *scowls* I'm not going to keep him happy.
Christopher : *sighs* Fine.
Suzanne : ...What if I sing? Would you like that?
Hastur : How unfortunate. I'm sure that Choo-whatsit guy would *love* the news.
Sir-Percy : *archly* Well, it's a pity he knows, then.
Hastur : .. Yeah, that is a pity. Ahwell.
Hastur : *grins* Do the Macarena!
Suzanne : *blinks* The what?
Sir-Percy : *brushes at his coat* What on earth is that?
Hastur : *demonmods on the TV, showing the video*
Sir-Percy : ....*stares*
Hastur : Well? Have at!
Suzanne : *stares* Mon dieu... c'est le musique du diable...
Hastur : *smirks* It'll stick in your head for a week, though.
Christopher : I think it's catchy.
Hastur : It totally is.
Michael : *wants to hear it back, but didn't expect to, and just holds him*
Sir-Percy : ...*blinkblink*
Hastur : C'mon! Dance! It's not that complicated!
Sir-Percy : .....Do -I- have to dance?
Hastur : ..Yeeees.
Hastur : Everyone! Heeey, Macarena!
Suzanne : Moi aussi?
Hastur : I am seeing too much confusion and not enough dancing!
Suzanne : *starts copying what she sees on the TV tentatively*
Sir-Percy : ...*does the same*
Hastur : See? There we go! It can be done!
Christopher : *boogies down :D*
Hastur : Yaaay! You're getting it! Go go go!
Suzanne : *trembles her way through the dance*
Sir-Percy : ...*dances. confusedly*
Hastur : *laughs some, just savoring the moment* All right. I won't tell.
Sir-Percy : ...Good. *stops dancing*
Suzanne : *sits down relievedly*
Hastur : That was fun!
Sir-Percy : ...No, it wasn't.
Hastur : Yes it was! Come on, half the *planet* was doing it a while ago.
Suzanne : C'est le musique du diable
Sir-Percy : ...I much prefer harpsichords.
Hastur : Hmm. *demonmods up a harpsichord and proceeds to play the Macarena on it*
Sir-Percy : ..............................
Suzanne : *shudders*
Suzanne : *stands shakily* I think I must go lie down.
Sir-Percy : ..I think I might have to, as well. I'm sure Margot's worrying.
Hastur : Alas!
Suzanne : Au revoir, Monsieur Wren *curtsies to Christopher briefly*
Christopher : Goodnight!
Sir-Percy : *waves to people*
Suzanne : Thank you again, Percy *hugs him and leaves*