Who cares if we’re trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow-

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Who: Lion's Gate Employees, and maybe the Adventurous Gossip Reporter/Paparazzi or two?
When: June 21st, All Night
Where: Lion's Gate Club & Observatory
Summary: It's a nice day for a white wedding.
Warnings: Bridezilla Alert!

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PAPARAZZI

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell (as his mild-mannered photographer persona, "Eric") is on the scene. He's got a press pass dangling about his neck (stolen from the poor sod now lying unconscious in the bushes), and is currently taking pictures of the bride and her court, all clad in their costume lingerie.

He's smiling, and apologising, and bowing, and using a VERY bright flash. It's the sort of flash that renders most fabrics diaphanous - and lingerie COMPLETELY transparent. ]

Oh yes, lovely. One more shot if you don't mind. Sorry to trouble you!

[ FLASH! ]

Thank you.

[deathknellgrell]

[ And this situation is getting better and better! Particularly as Keigo is THROWING himself at him!

Delicious...

Grell obligingly drops the shard he's holding; but the force of Keigo's assault does indeed knock him down - on top of another pile of glass shards! ]

AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!

I'm dying, you've KILLED me!

[ Indeed, there's blood EVERYWHERE! ]

[asano_san]

[When it works, Keigo lies there stunned for a second. Ow. Tackling someone to the ground looks easier in movies. At least it worked.

But if it worked, why is Grell still screaming? Why is there...]

Blood?! Why are you bleeding?

[The glass. He threw him down onto a pile of broken glass. There's blood all over the ground and he probably stabbed him in the kidney or liver or something else really important.]

I killed you! You're dying!

[deathknellgrell]

[ It's only a flesh wound. ]

Good-bye, cruel world...

[ A hiccuping, gurgling sob! ]

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known...

[ A sudden spasm; and then Grell falls still.

...with difficulty. It's hard not to laugh! ]

[asano_san]

[Keigo's not exactly a scholar, so he doesn't recognize the dramatic words as being as fake as those death rattles.

He just knows that there's blood and death and broken tableware everywhere and he doesn't know how to deal with this.

Except with the usual screaming and crying.]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell typically doesn't breathe when he's sleeping. So it's easy enough for this Death God to appear very dead! ]

[asano_san]

[A tiny bit of hope creeps into Keigo's brain. Maybe Grell just passed out from blood loss and he's not really dead.

Keigo takes a deep breath and leans closer. Was that-? No. Maybe now?

No. No no no. He's not breathing.

He's dead! He's really dead! He killed him! He has to get out of here!]

It was an accident!

[Keigo yells at the party guests staring at the scene he's caused and then runs to the kitchen.]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell waits a decent interval until Keigo runs away; and then gets up himself. He moves swiftly towards a dark corner - then manifests home! ]

[hisdiscretion]

Excuse me, sir... may I please see a copy of your invitation? [Franz has had a few complaints, of course, and he's here to see if he can get this photographer out of here without causing a security incident. Passive aggressive snubs probably wouldn't work for the press, but they're so close to finished Franz really doesn't want to have to call a team in.]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Oh my, is that a couple - no, a THREESOME - going at it on the sofa? The gossip rags will pay a fortune for-- ]

Oh! I beg your pardon?

[ FLASH! On the SUPER BLINDER brightness setting! ]

Are you one of the groomsmen?

[hisdiscretion]

I'm not with the wedding party, I'm with the club. We've received numerous complai--

[Franz flinches, and his first instinct is to reach out and grab the jerk who just did that so he won't disappear into the crowd while he's recovering. He shakes his head, looking around for the bespectacled photographer as his vision returns.]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell has indeed slipped off!

No need for a bright flash, the two ladies and the gentleman on the sofa are already completely naked--

--gentleman? Is it a gentleman? He's looking more like an octopus from this angle. Too many tentacles, in any event, than is proper. ]

Oh my. Ahahaha. You all do seem to be enjoying yourselves. Quite a lot, it seems!

[ Click, click, CLICK! ]

[hisdiscretion]

--Sir! [Still flash-dazed, Franz darts after the photographer, gently placing his hand on his shoulder.] If you don't have a formal invitation, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

[deathknellgrell]

[ Click, click, click - aaaaaand hand on his shoulder. Well, well. Grell knew he'd get busted eventually. Fortunately by this time he had MORE than enough pictures. This week's tabloids would have some highly salacious shots... ]

Oh? Really, I'm so terribly sorry. I had no idea it was closed to the press. Sorry to trouble you. I'll just be going!

[ And so he does, or means to. But something is stopping him. Is that a - tentacle around his ankle? ]

[hisdiscretion]

[Well, this is kind of a problem. Sounding as authorative as possible, Franz has to get a great deal closer to the menage a trois than he was very comfortable with.] Sir... [He hopes the tentacles belong to a sir.] While I understand your sentiment, this photographer is being removed from the premises, and I'll ask you to not interfere.

[deathknellgrell]

[ SCHLOOP! There's a tentacle for you, too, Franz. It's headed right for your leg... ]

Y-yes, I'd better be off. Love to stay and chat, but...

[ Grell would really prefer not to show off his Death God's strength while in this guise; but that tentacle is holding him tight. He gives it a subtly forceful tug. No dice. It clings even more tenaciously - and starts worming its way up his leg!

Well. Obviously there's a porn star tentacle monster at Siren's Port! ]