THANKSGIVING!

[thelittlestbub]

Who: ALL NEWCOMERS!
When: Saturday, 11/26 ALL DAY/into the night
Where: House of Awesome!
Summary: Tis Thanksgiving HoA style!
Warnings: Maybe swearing, but probably none

Comments

[kissesdarling]

[He is literally only here because Castiel invited him.

Really. ... seriously.

He's just eyeing the surroundings, perhaps a little more on edge than normal, because Michael is here, but it's too late to just vanish now.

He's going to kill Castiel for this idiotic slip-up.]

[makes_asteroids]

[Oh hey, he's seen you around. He'll just leave a glass and a bottle of good Scotch on the table next to Crowley on his way to the kitchen with more empty dishes.

You want to say something you'll have wait until he comes out or follow him.]

[kissesdarling]

[ . . . how unusual. He eyes the scotch for a moment or two, but he doesn't follow him back into the kitchen. He, instead, waits for Magneto to come back out, and he speaks suddenly.]

Good taste.

[makes_asteroids]

[What? He's a good host. WHY DO YOU ALL HAVE TROUBLE BELIEVING THE MASS MURDERING TERRORIST IS A GOOD HOST? WHY?.]

Occasionally? Yes. You looked like you expect someone to bite you.

[kissesdarling]

[Hey, Crowley throws awesome parties and he's the King of Hell. He gets your pain, bro. 8(]

Well --

[And Crowley pours himself a glass, eyeing the amber liquid critically before trying it. Appeased, he continues.]

I wasn't aware unsavory individuals would be present. And by unsavory, I mean 'individuals who would want to kill me'. But just another holiday in the life of Crowley, I suppose.

[makes_asteroids]

[He can only imagine.]

Jubilee did say 'To all Newcomers' on her Network invite. Lucifer is still locked out, although if he showed up, I'd send a bot out with food.

[Whiskey he knows, ok?]

Anyone, anyone starts trouble and they have to leave.

[Why yes, he can back that up.]

It would be an unforgivable breach of hospitality if I allowed a guest to be harmed while under my roof.

[kissesdarling]

The sentiment is cute, but should the Archangel Michael decide that I'm not fit to live in this world any longer, there isn't much you can do to stop him.

[It's said somewhat dryly, and there's no fear in his tone -- just the same bitchy sarcastic snark that Crowley always carries about.]

[makes_asteroids]

[He looks over - he's not making eye contact, for all he is looking at Crowley. But the faint smirk is there, sure and confident.]

You don't know me very well, do you?

[kissesdarling]

I know Castiel is fond of you.

[Somewhat mildly -- and the demon is telling the truth. That's about all he knows.]

But I don't need to know much more to know what that idiot can do with a snap of his fingers.

[makes_asteroids]

A snap of mine and the sigils barring him from the property snap back into place.

[kissesdarling]

[... okay, now Crowley looks interested.]

Is that so.

[makes_asteroids]

It is.

You should ask Castiel how quickly I can write them.

Kinesis helps.

[kissesdarling]

If you can write them faster than he can, I would be impressed.

[makes_asteroids]

Ask him.

[That's a yes, Crowley, he can.]

[kissesdarling]

[ ... ]

You can't be serious. He has no life. That's all he does.

[makes_asteroids]

No one. No one mobilizes faster than Israelis.

At best, he can write two at a time. I can do dozens.