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[1926bentley]

Perhaps we'll give the residents of the Mansion a few days to recover from their sudden upheaval -- HA HA, not likely.

Besides, this isn't a simple little demonic trick. This is not the Anthony J. Crowley journal you're looking for (hand wave, Jedi mind trick, etc etc) because all of a sudden, the Mansion has manifested the ability to initiate

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[wormwoodandgall]

*has appeared in the Mansion silently, as is his will, and spent the past few days observing everyone - probably without being observed himself; and with so many normal, cheerful people, had probably picked out the person whose life he was going to ruin (since his brother hadn't shown up yet, obviously), when--*

*gets distracted by the painting of a man in a boat, and his expression has just turned scornful, and you can tell that he's just about to make some sort of denigrating remark with a sarcastic reference to an obscure painter, when -- suddenly, he's a young boy of three! what's more, it's pre-Event! a little boy with messy hair and wide, brown eyes*

... ...Aloysius?

[phantomofthefbi]

*has not yet noticed the painting, because who has time to notice artwork when your little brother has apparently time-traveled from before that time you tried to kill him?* Diogenes?

[wormwoodandgall]

*stares up at him innocently man that was weird to write, but with more awareness and intelligence than a 3 year-old should rightfully have*

Who are you?

[phantomofthefbi]

*is quite appropriately disturbed by all of this, but won't let it show* I know your father. *look, it's not a lie!* How did you get here?

[rightismight]

*stops to appreciate the quiet simplicity of a man in a boat, water and sky co-mingling shades of blue around him, when suddenly his vision blurs -- and when it clears, he sees with the eyes of a child*

*in fact, the once and future king has gone, and in his place now stands a lord's adopted son, a fresh-faced little boy with a mess of a golden curls*

*twists around, as if looking for someone* Kay!

[norweenish]

*had been wandering around, trying to find something fun or familiar or both* Kay what?

[rightismight]

*looks at him with big eyes* My brother Kay. Know you him?

[norweenish]

Why would I know your stupid brother? I'm a prince!

[pretty_sweeting]

*in getting reacquainted with the Mansion, Olivia comes across the giant black blob with the red line. she wrinkles her nose* A curious painting! I would rather see it hanged than hung.

[thefoodoflove]

*at her shoulder, Orsino smiles, and when he speaks it is not to a lover, but to a sister, though she is a sister to him no more* These are daggers to an artful heart.

[pretty_sweeting]

*recognizes his voice and turns to curtsy, but stops and blushes as the crackplot kicks in* O- my lord!

[thefoodoflove]

*pauses, caught off guard by the strangeness of her reaction* Good countess?

[sparkly_prince]

*exists! alive, even! and is awesome and fabulous looking and o-m-g so boss*

Hello? Is anyone here? *preens and fiddles with his hair, just in case somebody is* I'm sure you've all missed me dreadfully! If I vanished from my own life, I don't know what I'd do!

[nevercursed]

*is having one of those moments where obviously she is supposed to know somebody, and yet has no idea who they are and is far too shy to ask* Oh-- welcome back. Sir. *:D?*

[sparkly_prince]

*will, then, assume she knows exactly who he is and all of his fantastic triumphs and accolades*

Thank you. *ooh, pretty girl; beams at her* I sure you've been wondering what I've been up to during my time away from this place...

[nevercursed]

*smiles back, wants to be polite!* I'm-- sure it was all very exciting!

[prinzzofhell]

*one glance at the sad dog is enough (even if Beelzebub doesn't, strictly speaking, have a soul for it to stare into), and no one ever said 'hipster' wasn't a genre... so here's the Prince of Hell wearing black skinny jeans, a black-and-white keffiyeh, aviator sunglasses, and a faded t-shirt that ironically lists the seven heavenly virtues*

Humanzz. One great act of Dizzobedienzz, but now I'm over them.

[reign_inhell]

*well, he'll wonder what Beelzebub was looking at and suddenly, will also be wearing skinny jeans -- as well as a cardigan, thick-rimmed glasses that have no lenses (not that he would need them, anyway) and in his hand, a can of PBR. mmm, the nectar of the gods hipster!demons.*

You and I were the first to tempt humans, Beelzebub; far before the other demons even knew what to call them.

Typist: Actually Crowley was technically the first, but whatever, hipsters are too cool for accuracy.

[prinzzofhell]

*nods a couple of times in quick succession and then reaches in his pocket for his hand-rolled cigarettes - he sets one between his lips, lights it with a thought, and then offers the case to Lucifer*

Before it wazzz the thing to do.

[reign_inhell]

*takes one as well* Isn't it true, though? Humans have made it entirely too easy to tempt them, transforming cultures based on religion to cultures based on - popular culture and diet fads. Where's the challenge?

*disgustedly* They've sold out.