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[immaculate_lore]

[Once upon a time there was a quiet, unused sitting room that dreamed of being something more. Each night before bed, it would ask the great Planning Committee to build a hallway right to its door, so it could be enjoyed like that cheeky sitting room near the courtyard. But alas, it feared its prayers would go unanswered until one day...]

Hey

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[flowercomplex]

[... And just when he thought this place couldn't get any stupider.

No, when he thought they couldn't get any stupider]

What was that, Rabbit?

[immaculate_lore]

[Speak of the devil. Ask and thou shall receive]

We were discussing the premise of our next glorious heist, which would of course, require the usual glitter, pink tutus, and spiked tea. Can't stray from this year's theme and all that.

[cursed_clown]

And laundry detergent or spray paint. Lavi couldn't decide between the two.

[flowercomplex]

... Keep me out of it, idiots.

[BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHERE THAT WOULD HEAD]

[immaculate_lore]

How are you even doing that?

[cursed_clown]

[Allen picks a piece of fruit from a bowl. One that is stabbed with a pick, like those found in club sandwiches, to the bowl which in turn was bolted to the table.]

Doing what?

[immaculate_lore]

[Points to Allen's teacup, where he is holding so very properly, pinky finger extended.]

That. Always so prim, my good Walker. It's after hours.

[Never mind the fact he's drinking the tea upside down.]

[cursed_clown]

[It is difficult, but Allen won't let a silly thing like gravity get in between him and his room.]

Master would have none of that. He didn't believe in after hours.

...

Isn't there a better way to sit on that chair? Using your Innocence that way seems a bit tiring.

[ingenuities]

... Plotting something?

[immaculate_lore]

The answer entirely depends if you are ally or enemy to any possible plotting schemes.

[cursed_clown]

[Allen throws his spoon at Lavi's head.]

Why would Komui not be invited? Half of your plans involve equipment from his lab.

[ingenuities]

...

Now, I think you need to tell me a bit more about it, first.

Throw in how exactly you got up there while you're at it.

[selfdeluded]

[why is there so much to stare at in this place? yeah, don't mind this Allen, he's just going to stare up at the both of you from the door. this is what he gets for trying to refind a bar, apparently.]

...

((ooc; AU Allen, 17, different scar, normalish arms, other stuff in the journal.))

[immaculate_lore]

Why hello down there? Do we have a fellow conspirator in arms in the making?

[cursed_clown]

Any Kanda is fair game. We are just trying to even the score.

[selfdeluded]

...sure, why not. What did he do?

[cardio_swindle]

[Looking... Up?]

Well that's one way of doing things.

[immaculate_lore]

Well, you see, gravity and I had this little tiff. So I'm refusing to listen to it until it apologizes.

[A little screeching and a little scraping before a plate is successfully unbolted from the table]

Cookie?

[cursed_clown]

[Allen refills his tea and pours a third cup, but he resigned to hold it until their guest comes up.]

We will be waiting a while.

[cardio_swindle]

[At least he can walk on air to fetch the tea and cookie. Though for now he'll stay right way oriented.]

Not going to forgive it out of the goodness of your heart?