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[obnoxiousadams]

[ooc: Plotlocked, guys! Sorry~ ;D

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When the door swings open tonight, it opens to a scene of celebration.

If you ever wondered what a political party - not a group, but an actual party with singing and dancing and liquor and everything! - looks like, now's your chance

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[puckishly]

All right, you're never going to believe this.

Once Adams is safely asleep, a squirrel scuttles down from the rafters with a vial held gingerly in its mouth. It creeeeeps to the table, then stealthily applies the liquid from that same vial to the lids of the founding father's eyes.

... Hey. Puck figures if there are any of those squirrely animal friends floating around, he may as well frame them.

[obnoxiousadams]

It's not long before Adams stirs, grunting at the uncomfortable position he ended up in.

As he sits up he cracks his back and rubs at his lids with his knuckles before opening his eyes to see...

[_mother_dearest]

Hark, what light from yonder window breaks?

It is the demise of all existence and Lyrae is the woman sitting before it with a cup of hot tea and a dusty old book. She is dressed impeccably in her usual dark silk dress, but her hair is pulled back into a severe braid rather than flowing freely.

She is intently examining the book with a zealous gravitas that was rather unbecoming for a dry biography.

[obnoxiousadams]

And John'll be damned if she's not the most gorgeous, alluring woman he's ever set eyes on.

(And she is, so goodbye Hell and hello sweet, dark haired Heaven!)

He watches her very closely for a few moments, calculating his next move. Should he go up to her and introduce himself? Of course! What woman in her right mind would dare be unimpressed by such a man as John Adams?

Without another thought he rises from his seat and straightens his jacket, striding over to her with a proud smile and an inflated chest.

"A fine evening it is, Madam."