Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was busy setting up the fifth floor common room. He pushed the couches and chairs to the walls to clear the center of the room, then arranged some pallets he'd found and shimmered upstairs to create a makeshift runway. He lined the edges with white christmas tree lights. Music, big flashlight to serve as a spotlight, yeah, he was set

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[deanforrester]

Dean was just on his way back to his room, noticing that once again the common room on the fifth floor seemed to be the center of attention. "So yesterday was hair-care and karaoke, what is it tonight? Manicures and a dance-a-thon?"

[demonbelthazor]

"One man fashion show," Bel said, grinning. "Starring Anders."

[deanforrester]

"Fashion show?" Dean looked immediately wary. "I'm guessing that's not all there is to it, knowing vaguely the kinds of things people get up to around here."

[demonbelthazor]

"He signed me up for that stupid fashion show," Bel grumbled. "So this is gonna be my revenge."

[daemonridden]

Lyra walked into the common room, toweling her hair dry. She'd been caught in a momentary downpour on the way back from town. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the chaos ensuing.

"What's going on?"

[deanforrester]

Dean looked over to Lyra, smiling. "Hey, Lyra! Trying to figure it out, myself."

[daemonridden]

"Hullo, Dean." Lyra moved further into the room, trying not to trip over the christmas lights. "Huh. Those are brilliant; they're so little."

She looked over at the architect of the madness. "I wonder who that is."

[deanforrester]

"That's Bel, apparently. My big brother said he's a demon. Or part demon. Or something. Which I assume means evil-devil-thing and not someone's-soul-thing," Dean said with a shrug.

[kitty__fetish]

Alphonse blinked when he saw the new arrangements in the common room. "Well, this is interesting."

[demonbelthazor]

"Fashion show," Bel said with a grin.

[kitty__fetish]

"Wasn't there already one of those at the summer Friday events?" Alphonse lifted an eyebrow and looked oddly at the room.

[demonbelthazor]

"This one is a more low key one," Bel said, smirking. "But no less important."

[bridge_carson]

Deciding that Xander needed a break- a break that involved actually leaving the room- from packing, Bridge drags him up to the fifth floor common room.

"Well that's... different," he remarks, going to find a spot on one of the couches.

[demonbelthazor]

"Fashion show," Bel said. "Anders's will be modeling for us this evening."

[bridge_carson]

"O...kay." Bridge nods. It's a change from packing, that's for sure.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Do I want to know what Anders will be modeling?"

[forgottenpants]

"Rained all night, the day I left,
the weather, it was dry,
Sun so hot I froze to death,
Susanna don't you--Now what in tarnation is going on in here?"

[l1ttle_billy]

"Hey Pete."

[forgottenpants]

"Billy,"

[l1ttle_billy]

"This worrying you too?" he asked, indicating the set up.