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[iwannabethe]

A healthy proportion of the rooms in the first level of the mansion have been stolen today, kidnapped and redecorated. Most of their furniture has been shoved to the walls (one room has a ring of couches entirely surrounding the perimeter) or removed entirely. The lights are shut off and in their place there are rapidly blinking strobe lights,

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[surtastic]

Enter a rather perplexed angel. "..." he says. "What is this?"

[iwannabethe]

"WHAT?" Tona yells, over the music. He can't be more than six feet from Monroe, pouring himself a couple of drinks.

[surtastic]

Monroe turns to look at Tona and blinks. He arches an eyebrow silently, not wanting to yell just to make himself understood, but his confusion is likely evident.

[iwannabethe]

Tona always pays attention to nonverbal communication (call it ingrained), so he quickly downs one of his drinks, sets the glass down, and presses his free hand to Monroe's shoulder, guiding him out the door.

"Sorry," he says, when they're away from the music a bit. "What were you saying?"

[waragainstfaith]

Believe it or not, Dio's aware that it's Tona's birthday (backdating ahoy!), so he just automatically figures this is the fault of the demigod in question. That means he's looking for him, almost against his will -- he's not so sure about the choice of music, but he's at least good at ignoring loud music when he wants to focus on something else.

[iwannabethe]

He's fairly easily discoverable, rocking out in one of the rooms with a beer in his hand and his t-shirt off. His eyes are closed and he's nodding to the beat, though he can't be too focused on the music if all he's doing is headbanging.

[waragainstfaith]

Dio just taps him on the shoulder as he finds him, then, expression relatively noncommittal. "Hi."

[iwannabethe]

He turns around abruptly, a grin on his face, which turns a little more sober once he sees Dio. "Oh, hi," he replies, shifting the half-full bottle in his hands.

[princeofporn]

In wanders Angelus, in his porn-star shades, observing the party. Loud music, dancing, lots of alcohol -- obviously has the potential to be a good time. He mingles, looking for someone either he knows or would like to know.

Typist: LATEWHATLATE? I meant to tag this ages ago, but my art project ate me. XD ILUANYWAY? :)

[camerastealsoul]

Arcadio's gotten annoyed with work and followed the noise for a change of pace. He's hardly doing what you'd call partying, sipping the foam off his first beer and checking out the room from the wall, but it's not as if he's hiding or anything. When he notices Angelus, he waves a little and stays in his chair.

[princeofporn]

Angelus makes his way over and perches carefully on his brother's knee, leaning close to speak in his ear. "You are the very picture of excitement, my dear brother. How are you?"

[camerastealsoul]

"Bored," he says when Angelus settles down on his lap, but places a gentle hand on Angelus' shoulder anyway. "How about you? Enjoying this so far?"