The Tea Room (Renovated)

[The Ace]

Tries the old eat-a-suspended-treacle-scone-without-using-your-hands.

[HoopyFrood]

*Slow and Ace are unceremoniously thrown out into the corridor as the new inhabitants move into the darkened, ancient Tea Room*

*Samhain puts down his scythe for a moment and kicks a passing demon to make him a large cup of tea -- it's been a looong time*

[The Ace]

Freda comes in, looking a little apprehensive as being late, before biting Samhain.

[HoopyFrood]

*Samhain looks down at the little spider, before flicking her out into the corridor as well*

*The Tea Room door slams shut*

*Then it opens again and a demon sticks out its head* Anyone wanting to join the party is free to, just a little stipulation -- you're gonna have to be dead.

*Door slams shut again*

[HoopyFrood]

*Stumbles out of the cupboard* Gah...

*Weaves her way over to Samhain and tugs on the bottom of his cloak. He looks around, then finally spots her*

Well, I did it, I got you all out.

*Samhain continues to regard her*

So...er...

*Gets swept up in a conga line of witches and devils* Gah, wait...!

[No One]

*Finally succeeds in finding his way to the Tea Room entrance. Adopts his very best sneaky stance, hiding in the shadows, and peers into the room, observing the merriment and Hoopy in the conga line.*

Oh boy...not good.

[HoopyFrood]

*A gargoyle looks his way* Lookee! *Drags No out of the shadows and into...more shadows* Lookee here!

[No One]

*Looks about him, wilting under the eyes of evil hordes.*

Erm...I...er, helped?

OH! And I serve the God of Death! I do! I do! Valar Morghulis! VALAR MORGHULIS!!

*sigh* Please...be gentle...

[HoopyFrood]

*Samhain looks at him for a long moment. Even the conga line pauses. She takes the chance to dive out and scramble behind the sofa -- or at least she would've if a demon handed grabbed the back of her collar and kept her in place*

*Samhain opens his mouth and finally speaks* He can stay. *He nods at a gathering of devils. They woop and grab No*

*And use him as their limbo stick*

[sloweye]

*wakes up in the hall*

Huh?

*shakes his head and stands up, pushes his way back in*

What the hell is going on!

[HoopyFrood]

*Slow is abruptly thrown back out into the corridor*

*A tiny gremlin gestures rudely at him* Come back in and you're toast -- literally! *He turns back into the room* Mm, jam on Shaman, my favourite...*The door slams shut*

[No One]

*Having been unceremoniously seized and hoisted up to be used as a limbo stick, No tries his hardest to be the best limbo stick he can be, keeping straight form. He even gives the limboing devils encouragement and consolation.*

*After a time, however, his strength begins to fail him. He begins wilting to form a not-so-straight stick.*

Umm...agh...couldn't I just make tea?

[The Ace]

Comes back and starts removing items from his 1-D pouch.

"That skull-faced bumhole wants dead, I think I'll oblige him. Just hope SE has the sense to keep his head down."

Pokes an MG 42 through the catflap and clips in an ammunition belt. The bullets look very shiny.

"CHEW ON THIS !!!!!!"

Silver 7.92mm blasts through the tearoom at 2000 rounds a minute.

[HoopyFrood]

*Samhain rises to his feet, towering above all, head bent slightly under the beamed roof*

*The darkness immediately thickens and the bullets slow, as if moving through water, and then grind to a halt, suspended for a moment. She breathes a sign of relief as one is stopped very close to her shoulder*

*The darkness thins to its normal gloom, and the bullets drop to the floor*

[No One]

Lots of bullets...must've been Ace.

Hey! There're are people in here too!