Open RP - The Turlough-Hagrid wedding shower and chocolate plotstravaganza!

[nerdsexgoddess]

Very early on Friday morning, a team of house elves had begun construction of a large and gaudy pavilion, located just outside the window of the groundskeeper's hut. There was a lot of noise going on during this construction, which probably woke anyone currently sleeping in said gamekeeper hut

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[vislor_turlough]

It did wake Turlough up. And he had every intention of going out there and yelling at the people behind it, seeing as a) he did not give permission to do this, and b) it woke him up.

He had gotten a few steps out there when he took in just what was being set up, glowered, and went back in, slamming the door behind him and locking it tight.

[nerdsexgoddess]

An owl tapped insistently on the hut's window.

The message it bore read as follows:
Oh come on. You have presents. You're not going to turn down presents, are you?

xoxoxo

Amy

[vislor_turlough]

A hastily scribbled note came back.

Yes. I will. And if anyone tries to turn me out of my own hut, I will pelt them with so many paintball pellets that they will have more welts than skin.

Another owl

[nerdsexgoddess]

Oh, I suppose that's fine. I'll deliver the presents to you later.

Incidentally, Dwight Schrute just asked the house elves to bring out aluminum cans, some rope, and shaving cream, and asked me where you parked your official vehicle. I just thought you should know.

xoxoxso

[ringo_raver]

As in previous times, it all started when Ryuk dropped his apple in something-this time the Crystal Lite. As Ryuk chomped down, there was a flash of light and then a thump.

Ryuk picked himself up and looked down. He was in a human body again! But nothing fun to play with this time! Well, maybe further down...

"Oh, hey!" he said, as he began to sparkle. "This is new!"

[[OOC: Permission granted, like, eons ago, when we decided Ryuk needed to be a sparklepire]]

[psy_nuisance]

He was gorgeous, which wasn't a good sign, really. But there was just something about him- Sage peered closer. "Are you wearing some kind of glitter lotion?" If he told her to shut up and go away, at least she could taunt him about that.

[ringo_raver]

"Huh? No. I dunno, I just took a bite out of my apple and turned into this. Hey, where is my apple?"

A shinigami has to have his priorites.

[psy_nuisance]

"Eh, under here." Sage reached down. "You think the apple made you sparkle?"

[cockneysplosive]

Seeing as how Soichiro cannot be in this plot, due to being in Japan with Rika, Basher will now pinch hit for him.

After sneaking various foods into his coat pockets, Basher decided to eat one there, just to deflect attention.

Big mistake.

His hair got a lot more, eh, fro-ier, he grew sideburns, and his accent changed from bad Cockney to bad American. Namely, the bad American accent of Fender Rhodes, the stunt biker he impersonated to distract Bank.

Not that Basher noticed at first, he wasn't talking and he didn't notice that his hair was growing. Who notices that?

((OOC: So, in RL an American (Don Cheadle) is faking a Brit who's faking an American. God bless Ocean's 13.))

[woocha]

There is nothing in the nonexistent rules that says that Wishbone can't have meat. So Wishbone's going to steal some meat.

And he succeeded! Wishbone quickly gobbled down the meat he did steal. Which he would probably regret, as he quickly turned into a human. Namely, a Teru Mikami.

"WOOCHA! I'M A HUMAN AGAIN!"

Then again, maybe not.

[[OOC: Permission also granted eons ago.]]

[igorofmalaria]

Igor decided trying to talk to Mikami again might make things better. He still didn't feel entirely comfortable in his body, but the champagne had numbed him to an extent. In fact, it was probably responsible for the decision to talk to Mikami in the first place.

"Hey, is your kitten still doing well?"

[woocha]

"Kitten?" Wishbone said in confusion. "Who, Schrodinger? Hey, it's says Igor above your name!"

[igorofmalaria]

This wasn't what he expected at all. "Schrodinger? Was that her name? I don't remember. And, yes, I am Igor." Maybe Mikami figured it out using magic?
"I think there's something going on with the scones, so I'm gonna take one back to analyze" he continued in a confidential whisper. "Have you tried any of this 'champagne'?" He pointed to the food table. "It's good and I don't think it has a very high alcohol content." Yeah, sure Igor.

[ra_tilt_chimera]

Zel hadn't quite absorbed yet that all the food at events like these was suspect now. Unfortunately, he'd no sooner finished a self-assembled sandwich than he was apparently struck by lightning, but emerged unharmed. Physically, anyway.

He didn't look that different, except for some reason he was wearing black. And had a quite ridiculous expression of brooding on his face. This was liable to clear up at the approach of anyone cute and female.

((OOC: So, because I've been dying to, Astral-Plane-event!Zel has hopped over to reality. Warning: he will most likely brood at or flirt with any character who approaches him, depending on his mood and their gender.))

[babylonjackal]

((OOC: Blame someone else...I tried to get talked out of this))

Akabane hadn't been at Hogwarts, this time, long enough to learn that unsolicited food is generally not safe. He could be, when he wished, quite social and charming. Curious about the goings on, he picked up a glass of the punch. He was looking around, evaluating those present for which would be most entertaining as he sipped.

When she set the glass down again, her intentions had changed. She was still evaluating who would be most interesting, but in the coy way one finds a dance partner at a ball. The trick, though, was to approach that person without being obvious about it. She glanced over at him a couple of times, wishing she could remember where she'd left her fan. Oh, this game was so much easier with a fan to talk with. Shyly, she stepped a little closer to the brooding stranger. Something about his countenance drew her. A deep thinker or something, she couldn't quite identify, drew her to him.

[ra_tilt_chimera]

Zel glanced at the girl from the corner of his eye. He tried not to smile; she'd have to get through the brooding first, but perhaps she could be the one...

[babylonjackal]

Ah, he looked. Her heart thrilled slightly. Perhaps this could be done, even without the aid of fans. She glanced around the gazebo, looking but not looking at him as she took an accidental step toward him. It was extremely untoward for a lady of breeding to approach a gentleman, no matter now fair.