Hat Shore party planning had ended up falling mostly into the hands of a couple of contestants, along with set designer Jherek Carnelian. These 'couple' of contestants were actually the Shoggies and Beowulf, who'd squelched and shouted their way toward transforming Hat Shore into a strange Under The Sea experience.
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She wandered through the grounds, her own little crowd of assorted sea creatures following her, humming songs to herself.
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"Hey sweetie," Death said, giving her a little hug. "Having fun?"
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Nevertheless, he smiled slightly as Death greeted the girl. "This must be your sister," he observed. She had mentioned Delirium more than once, always with sisterly affection despite the dubious nature of her realm, so the least he could do was give her the benefit of the doubt.
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She saw Castiel then, and her eyes widened. "Ohh. Um. I must be. And you must be who you are as well."
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By the time the guests arrived, he'd run off into the farther recesses of the dome, in search of tree octopi to share this curious carnal holiday. He didn't find any, but he worked off a lot of energy trying. Anyone who took a notion to explore the dome interior beyond the Hat Shore house proper might come across a Geat in a tree, or a Geat directly beneath a tree, or a Geat dodging dropbears.
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The hunter moved away from the festivities quietly, he had arranged to meet Jack near room five and had a pack ready to go with the necessary items, plus a few added for protection. The sortings had come in handy for more than one reason Dean thought as he made his way up the stairs and to the room he intended to 'redecorate' for the holiday. Here was to hoping the house disliked his new ideas and decided he needed to go home once he and Jack had blown up the door.
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Elric was of course still wearing his Adjudicator costume, complete with carrying around the massive Banhammer of Adjudication. But, to the albino's dismay, shortly before the party began his tiara had somehow morphed into a big, sparkly red octopus-thing, equally stuck to his head. And so, Elric was doomed to spend the party moping about as Lord Pyaray of Chaos. Unfamiliar with the art of 'speed dating', Elric was performing this moping in the pink-stained battle fog of the Lonely Hearts Club, pointedly ignoring the occasional bell.
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Hers was supposed to resemble a friendly, cheerful sea turtle. The rest of her wardrobe for the event had also been chosen by the Sorting Hat. While the dress wasn't hideous, it wasn't to Ari's taste at all. Furthermore, she came bearing a molded gelatin, blue (one might assume raspberry flavor) with pineapple rings inside.
Flanked by the bewigged house-elves Flobby and Caddy as her cattle-prod-toting bodyguards, Ari carried her gelatin salad to the Lonely Harkonnen Hearts Dining Club Experience. She knew the Hat would be watching through the map screen, though the screen itself was currently displaying abstract water-like imagery.
She handed the gelatin off to Flobby and seated herself at the Adjudicator's table. "How are things going so far?"
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Ari looked at it dubiously. Then she poked it with the spoon that Flobby had thoughtfully nestled alongside it on the dessert plate.
"It's like aspic, I think," she ventured. "With fruit in."
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Sam landed a little unevenly and looked around. "This is where they've been keeping Dean? Damn. Not bad."
"Mhm. Looks like it'll be fun. C'mon, let's find Castiel, then we'll look for your brothers."
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"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad you like it." Death raised up on her toes and whispered a promise to Castiel that involved helping her back out of her new dress later that evening. Her eyes were gleaming as she lowered back down and curled her arm around his.
"C'mon Sam, keep up. Dean's gotta be in there somewhere."
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It took him a moment to catch his breath and find his voice again, and the promise she'd just made didn't help matters at all, but he did manage to tear his attention away long enough to nod and say "Hello, Sam. It's good to see you." And it was, even if he was thoroughly distracted. Sitting alone with a pile of unhelpful books, brooding over his fate, couldn't be doing good things for Sam's state of mind. If he got a chance, he'd take him aside sometime this evening and tell him about the help Death had promised.
One thing was rapidly becoming clear as they made their way into the house, though: maintaining his customary stoicism--for that matter, behaving in a less than totally scatterbrained fashion generally--was going to be very, very difficult with her on his arm.
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