Mar 31, 2009 19:11
Well...that was ever the unfortunate exercise in bodily transfiguration. I suspect I still have a hairball or two to hack up...
Ahem. So in efforts to remove myself from the vicinity of the mad wizard upstairs, I shall retreat to a vacant room on the first floor which is closer to the secret lab anyway.
Well played, Mr. Howl, well Played. But be forewarned, you'd better keep a third eye on your back.
...It has also come to my attention via a very obtrusive young chit apparently overfond of cats that there is a cave under this mansion a room containing wall to wall games of strategy and suitable seating spread for hours of amusement. Seeing as all work and no play makes one Dean Winchester a very dull boy, and seeing as we have several nations present eager to flex their muscles at world conquest, I'd like to extend a challenge to all interested parties in a pleasant little round of Risk. 8:30 pm sharp.
Kronk, you'll be handling the Hors d'oeurves, of course.
EDIT: Oh! Has anyone seen Vexen? I assumed he'd want to exchange post-event notes...
good thing we had that spare vial,
moving downstairs,
bleh hairballs