Reaper Mingle is go!

[death_glare]

Who: William T. Spears and any reapers of the far shore
When: Evening of August 16th
Where: The temple of Baron Samdi (Ronald Knox)
What: William calls an emergency meeting for any and all reapers. There is something they all need to be aware of. (And because it's being held at Ronnie's temple, you can expect it to devolve into more of a mixer once William stops preaching.)


Part 1 - The Announcement

[ The following is a text that appeared on the BBS late last evening, shortly after the training session wrapped up. It is addressed to those on the far shore who were reapers in their home worlds, however, the only one who is blocked from viewing it is William's shinki, Hannah Annafellows. ]

I am calling to attention anyone who holds the position of a Reaper, Death God, Shinigami, or other related title. Good evening. My name is William T. Spears. I believe I met many of you this afternoon during the training session at Bishamon's temple. However, regardless of whether we met, this announcement is still directed towards you.

There is a matter of utmost importance that I feel all of you need to be made aware of. I have arranged a meet up at Ronald Knox's temple so that we can discuss the issue and come up with potential solutions. Please arrive to the temple of Baron Samdi by 7 p.m. so that we can make the most of our time. Thank you.


Part 2 - The Meeting

[ William finally stands up in front of where everyone's busy chitchatting. He's clearing his throat, attempting to get their attention and already looking pretty peeved. And it's not even because of the topic he needs to discuss, or the fact that it's well past 7:45 and they haven't even begun yet. Nope, the main reason for the crease in his brow is because of the absurd jacket he was forced to wear this evening. Not his usual black dress coat, but a lovely gold sequined one that nearly makes him glow in the brightly lit room. He has no idea how the eyesore of a garment found its way into his possession, once more, but he wouldn't be wearing it if he didn't have a good reason to. ]

Everyone. If you could all please have a seat. We are already behind schedule.


Part 3 - The Mixer

[ Now that William's concerns have been made aware, it seems that the event has evolved into more of a reaper shindig. Ronald has set up appetizers and has plenty of booze available. It's almost as if he'd planned this from the beginning. ]


(( ooc: mingle mingle mingle! Feel free to tag and threadjack around! Discuss the issue at hand or ignore William and just build cr with your fellow reapers! Party crashers are always welcome, too! ))

Comments

[sweetdeath]

It's a good look for getting people to pay attention to him, I've gotta give it that much.

[Especially with the way the shadows are deepening around him. It's like he's standing in his own personal sartorial spotlight.]

[diehardreaper]

Prolly the last thing he wants.

[ And he can't help but snicker, head resting on his hand as he just... decided to turn his attention back to Will. ]

Always did say he was brilliant.

[ Ron did you just-- ]

Sparkling example of reaperhood.

[ ...Ronald... ]

Lighting our way.

[ ...he's going to kill you. ]

[sweetdeath]

Enlightening!

[Tsuzuki is stifling a fit of laughter, inefficiently, with one hand.]

A real golden boy....

[diehardreaper]

He's brighter'n most reapers in the London branch, I'll give you that.

[ He's gonna get his ears boxed but he doesn't care. ]

Hardly has a sunny disposition, m'afraid.

[sweetdeath]

That's okay, I think he can just fake sunny 'til he makes it....

[Tsuzuki winks at Ron, and leans back in his chair.]

... and in the meantime he's lighting up the room!

[diehardreaper]

Bit rubbish at trying to blend in, s'far as I've heard.

[ He speaks in an almost conspiratory whisper at that. ]

Deathly serious he is. But he's radiating his own sort of charm, mind.

[sweetdeath]

Yeah, he's, uh...

[Sun jokes... gold jokes... shiny jacket jokes... Tsuzuki screws up his nose, thinking, and after a few seconds has to admit:]

Sorry, I'm all out.

That is one flashy outfit, though.

[diehardreaper]

That last one was as good as any.

[ Hey, flashy counts as a light pun! ]

Buggered if I know what he's doing with it, the poor sod. Might've been an odd little present from the powers that be.

[sweetdeath]

Seriously. I don't know where you'd buy something like that outside of a costume shop, so he must've gotten it in his temple when he showed up.

[It happens: there'd been traditional clothing in his and Sakura's temple, even if he'd gone out to buy himself more Western outfits once he'd been here a few days.]

Ma'at's not supposed to have anything to do with the sun, right?

[So it's just a heavenly prank...]

[diehardreaper]

Not that I'd wager, no. Course if it was something that showed up from home, m'not surprised that he'd hide that blinding eyesore from us.

[ And he can't help but snicker slightly. ]

There's prolly a reason he's got it on though. Mister Spears'd never been the kind to be so... showy.

[sweetdeath]

Maybe he spilled wine on his other jacket? And this was all he had?

[Just imagine the struggle! The tragedy! Choosing between a stained jacket for an important meeting, and a jacket entirely bedazzled in golden sequins....[

[diehardreaper]

Could be!

[ Wine, coffee... something hard to get out seems to be the likely suspect. ]

There's likely a way to get it out though, innit? Bleach? Prolly those automated washers?

[sweetdeath]

Bleach ruins a lot of fabrics, and you can't throw a nice blazer in a washing machine.

[Tsuzuki pauses. If Ron doesn't know that...]

... though maybe that's why he's only got the sequined one left, if he tried.

[diehardreaper]

Guess who doesn't do his own laundering, mate.

[ He usually lets the shadows handle that. Can't really wash clothes by hand with one hand. ]

Though if it'd been one of our standard issue suits, it'd prolly be easier to get coffee or wine out.

[sweetdeath]

Hey, some of us have life skills. [He grins teasingly at Ron. Come on, you can load a washing machine one-handed!

Or take things to the dry-cleaner. Which is like a life skill.]

Oh yeah? I guess the standard suits are black, huh?

[diehardreaper]

The shadows've taken to doing the washing for me, really. They do a brilliant job of it so I've let them handle it.

[ He does lean back in his seat after, as if o give Tsuzuki a better look at his shirt and vest. ]

Yeah. It's this plus a jacket. Usually black but then you've rebels like Miz Sutcliffe.

[sweetdeath]

So, formalwear, huh.

[Tsuzuki nods. Somehow, that seems right. Gods of death should dress like undertakers, right? It's a solemn occasion...

... unless you're Sutcliffe, apparently.]

Does she always wear that much red....

[diehardreaper]

Always had a taste for red, she has...

[ A slight chuckle, shaking his head. ]

The rest of us found ways to stand out a bit. Mister Spears' is as basic as you get but Miz Sutcliffe? She's barely got the same thing on, the bleeding rebel!

[sweetdeath]

I don't know, that jacket's a pretty eye-catching way to stand out.

[Maybe he's upping his game here.]