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[This is a fairly rare never before seen sight for anyone. Beetlejuice is fresh from the shower, looking utterly livid, his hair a dark shade of red. He's currently trying to get some sort of horrifying stain out of his jacket, in between giving utterly hateful looks to the mirror.]

When I get my hands on the person responsible for this compulsion, I'll make Hell look like a picnic on the boardwalk.

[That's really all the demon has to say for the moment.]

Date: 2020-03-05 03:30 pm (UTC)
strangeandunusual: (oh snap)
From: [personal profile] strangeandunusual
"Kevin? His real name was Kevin?" She laughed - that was just far too rich, and so like the poser she knew. Otho had always been talking out of his ponderous posterior, and this just took the cake.

The murder bit killed the mood a little, though, and she sighed as she watched him. She hadn't seen yellow before - red and purple, but not yellow. Something new was going on here. Admitting he'd done something wrong was almost an apology, but ... he actually wanted her to be able to protect herself against Her Beetlejuice. Her eyes widened at that.

"You ... you know that means that you're sort of teaching me how to take you out. Kind of."

Date: 2020-03-09 03:54 am (UTC)
strangeandunusual: (you are so full of it)
From: [personal profile] strangeandunusual
"With Bad Art?" She tilted her head. "Do you mean Delia's sculptures, or something?"

Date: 2020-03-14 03:01 am (UTC)
strangeandunusual: (those sheets? ya basic.)
From: [personal profile] strangeandunusual
"I guess her questionable taste is universal." That made her smile, at least. "Come on, you still need to see the rest of the gallery."

Date: 2020-03-14 04:16 pm (UTC)
strangeandunusual: (om nom shrimps redux)
From: [personal profile] strangeandunusual
"Over lunch," she suggested, leading him farther into the gallery. The next room was full of portraits of Apprentices and Kingdom residents: some candid, some posed, but all with a spirit that seemed to capture their personality. Crowley trying not to smile as he handed a bag of candy to a child from behind the shop counter. Aziraphale at the Cafe, savoring a cup of tea and a book. The Doctors - one playing his recorder for a group of onlookers, one perched on a crate in the barn playing guitar for the horses, and one sitting on a garden bench with Rose, lost in conversation. The portraits stretched on and on, and comfortable benches were poised a comfortable distance away from the walls for people to sit and view them if they felt like taking their time.

Date: 2020-03-14 05:53 pm (UTC)
strangeandunusual: (when do we walk away from equity?)
From: [personal profile] strangeandunusual
Once he'd made a lap around the room, Lydia led him into the next: a room full of shots of all the buildings in the Kingdom, taken to show off their architecture to the fullest. A table along one wall held carafes full of coffee and hot water, a basket of assorted teas, and some cookies for guests to enjoy. Instead of benches, this room had overstuffed, comfortable chairs, making it the perfect place to sit back and relax.

Date: 2020-03-19 10:46 pm (UTC)
strangeandunusual: (beeeeeeeeeCAUSE)
From: [personal profile] strangeandunusual
That shift in his attention didn't go unnoticed. Lydia leaned in the doorway and watched him, amused and secretly pleased.

"I can't wait until we can go to New Orleans Square and clear out the Corrosion. There are some gorgeous buildings there, but they're all run down and warped. I saw some of them along the riverbank when Atem, Fenton and I went on a mission for Municipal Gas Satan."
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